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Y/N's P.O.V.
"Mommy!"
A random young boy said not far from where we both were.
But not too close.
And saw him with Mina.
Reaching out to her and she picked him up.
Both with smiles.
But he called her as a mother.
This child is calling her mommy.
I repeat in my mind.
Is... is she really the child's mother?
Well, duh... It does ring a bell.
Double shocker, she's showing a slight baby bomb.
She's pregnant!
And has a toddler!
I gasped in thought not realizing that Jimin would hear me.
"What's wrong?"
He asked.
"Oh, it's nothing, I just thought I saw a bug."
I grinned with a lie.
I'm so sorry for him.
Luckily that he didn't see that his ex-fiancé with a child, or was I wrong?
Jimin froze.
"Is that what I thin..."
"Jimin, is something wrong?"
"I'm afraid so,"
He points at the direction behind me.
"So it's true... She's actually with him."
And I followed his point.
"Mommy I found daddy!"
The child points out.
My husband?
Austin?
"A... Austin."
Why is the child calling my husbanddaddy?
Is he the father?
"W...what?"
It can't be.
"W...why?"
My mind is spiraling out of control.
My eyes begin to tear at the sudden pain called the truth.
The truth that secrets and lies tried to avoid it out of the open atmosphere.
No denies, my husband did have a side lover.
And had a child with a side lover.
"My husband had an affair with your fiancé, after all these years this what he did?"
"They... they... betrayed us."
Being chalked up on my tears and sobs, Jimin comforted me and told me to go back to my car.
"Come on, let's go now."
We once walked back to Jimin's Audi and hopped in.
Sat in the passenger side lifeless and traumatized as he sat at the driver side becoming worried of me.
"The boy really looks just like him."
He slowly grabs my hands and I slowly take in his minor touch.
"I'm so, so sorry Y/N..."
"He never loved me. If he did, he would never do that behind my back."
He sighs.
"And you know what hurts me most? He shared a child, well two with your fiancé. The one thing that I wanted never happened."
"All I wanted to have was a happy life together, to have a child and build a family of our own I..."
Jimin places my head on his shoulder until I was ready to recover from my emotional distress.
"It's possible."
I furrow my brows in confusion.
"What?"
"I can let that happen."
His stares into my eyes appear with a straight face and I feel uneasy.
"I can give that opportunity to you."
My mouth opens in shock but no sound was present to be heard.
"Wait."
"I can give you that happy life. I'll give you child that you always wanted, I'll be there for you and share these moments with you. I'll be your future."
He looked serious, a straight face.
"Jimin..."
"Your husband is not worth to have you anymore, he betrayed you and left you broken hearted I can help you heal."
I scoffed and was surprised by his response.
Then his hands tighten mine and get a little nervous.
This is too fast this is too sudden, we only met for just a month and don't know much about each other.
"Don't you think this just too quick? I mean we've met five years ago and know a little about ourselves. And we met again for a month..."
"I know a lot about you."
He catches me off guard.
"Even when he planned on marrying you, I knew a lot about you."
"I don't believe that..."
"You may think so, but I really do."
I gulped as his voice deepened and stern his eyes not looking away from me.
"I know you. I know you prefer mint chocolate ice cream instead of regular chocolate. I know you never love the color pink because it reminded you of strawberry milk, in which you hated."
I become speechless.
"I know you loved action movies and you would talk to the TV and argue with it as if it was a wrestling match."
My hand shakes moderately.
"I know snored at two in the morning and have me up at night."
He chuckled.
"That you like to walk around the house naked because it made you feel comfortable."
Then my body shakes.
"And prefer hugs and passionate kisses more than holding hands and pecks because it made you feel wanted."
