Finest Jin

Pas de Deux

"The cord has stopped pulsing. We can cut it now." Jimin passed over scissors. "Hoseok?" He almost gagged and stepped back, refusing with a head shake. I handed them to Jungkook. 

"Thanks, coach." He gave me a bunny smile and waited while Cher tied off the cord, then he cut into the umblical cord with the kitchen shears. 

His grin was huge.

"Wow. Rubbery." He handed the scissors back.

"So are we done then?" I was draining the tub, then refilling it fresh. 

"Almost." I commented. "There should be another set of contractions."

"Yes!" Kookie chimed in. "Another set!" He looked thrilled with the idea. I gave him an awkward side-eye.

"And that will expel the placenta. They are painless though, so yay for that." I turned back to JK, who seemed unabashed at his secret-keeping. "You took quite the risk, in telling SeokJin it was a boy. Suppose he had been disappointed?" 

He shook his head, observing the man hypnotized by the innocent in his arms. 

"Do you think he would love a daughter less?"

"I suppose not. Still, that was a dirty trick, you brat." He responded with a grin at Tae, his comrade in arms, as though I was paying him the highest compliment.

"She is so tiny." Jin noted.

"She is. Tinier than this belly led me to believe." I rubbed the stomach less swollen, but still quite turgid. "Going to need longer than I thought to fit in a dress."

"Namjoon, would you like to hold her?" SeokJin asked the big man standing in awe in the doorway. It was plain to see he wanted to but was reluctant. 

"No. I don't want to hurt her. I'm too clumsy."

SeokJin frowned but let it be. From deep in the belly, I began to feel the stirrings of another spasm. 

"Oh good! Here goes the placenta...ow...oooh...ow!" This contraction was pulling much harder than expected. I pulled back up into a squatting position, reaching for Jungkook, who steadied me. "Jin-Ah...it hurts!"

He looked around, alarmed just as Tae reappeared with a towel that gave off warm heat.

"I heated it in the oven!" He looked so proud of himself. "Now give the little darling to Uncle V." Jin passed the baby and she was instantly folded into the warmth of the fluffy towel. Tae tucked her into his chest, eyes glowing. "Hi, Precious! I'm your favourite uncle! Hi!" He left the room, Yoongi and Hoseok following him out.

I moaned with the building intensity and the sensation of shifting, lowering and another rising urge to push.

"This isn't right...it shouldn't hurt...OHHHH!" It definitely hurt. SeokJin slid back down into position, settling me back into the supported squat. 

"Do we need an ambulance now?" I didn't answer. I hated to think so, but this feeling was out of the normal for me. In three, now four, births, this experience was something new. I tried to keep the fear out of my face. I didn't want to alarm Jin.

"I don't know. Ooooh..." A moan tore from my throat in a wave of pain. Jungkook was practically bouncing on his heels with excitement. 

"It's the other one! The boy!" He sang out. 

"WHAT?!" Jin and I screamed at him in unison. 

"It's twins! Noona, you're having twins!" 

"Kookie, I'm going to kill youuuuuoooooooh, OWWWWW!"