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jimin - request

okay um proud of this one too 🤧

MUMMY, I LOVE YOU

- in which you and jimin have to make a serious decision about the fate of your unborn daughter; requested by TranMaichi2

Jimin clutches onto your hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles onto your skin as he rests his head against your shoulder, a tired but ecstatic smile stretching his plump lips upwards. You chuckle fondly and card your fingers through his soft hair slowly, grinning when he slaps your hands away with a whine.

"Stop," he mumbles, "you'll make me fall asleep but I want to go in with you to see the doctor."

"Sorry," you laugh, watching in amusement as he sits himself up properly and slaps at his cheeks, your hand instinctively resting itself on top of your stomach, rubbing slowly as your smile brightens at the feel of the large bump.

It was about four years ago when you and Jimin got married, promising to be by each other's sides until death do you part. Things went blissfully for the next two years, Jimin continuously showering you with love and affection while you would do the same for him.

Everything was perfect until things suddenly began to feel incomplete.

You had sat Jimin down the day you had noticed the odd, empty feeling inside of you and he had stated that he, too, felt the growing gap. He brought up a dream he had the night before about a family; you, him and a gorgeous little girl with a heart that only angels possess. He continued on to say that he thinks it's time to start a family.

You couldn't have agreed more.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as the pair of you had hoped it would've. Not only were you unsuccessful in conceiving after every attempt, but your mood had hit a low point when you realised that maybe you're not meant to have kids or be a mother. Jimin had tried to take your mind of it and keep you happy but sometimes even he couldn't hide his disappointment in not being able to have a child.

Albeit miracles tend to happen when things seem absolutely hopeless.

One morning, you had gotten up after a week of no longer attempting and headed into the bathroom, figuring that there'd be no point in checking despite the churn in your stomach that told you you should. Eventually, you found yourself with the test in hand, eyes wide as you could not believe what it said.

"I'm having baby. We're having a baby," you whispered in mild panic as tears began to fall down your cheeks and onto the tiles of the bathroom floor, Jimin's insistent knocks making you cry even more. Frantically hurrying towards the door, you swung it open and threw yourself into his embrace, his concerned questions falling upon deaf ears. You had finally pulled away and showed him the positive on the test, his mouth falling open in disbelief.

The both of you had sunk to your knees and cried.

Six months later and you and Jimin sit in the waiting room, patiently waiting for your doctor to call you in so you can see how your baby is doing. Looking over at your husband now, you sigh, knowing very well that there would be absolutely no-one else you would want to father your child.

"Mrs. Park?" A short lady calls from the corner of the room, waving the two of you over to the ultrasound room politely. Excitedly squeaking, Jimin grabs onto your hand and leads you to the room, his smile so wide that you're afraid it may rip his cheeks apart.

The doctor engages in friendly conversation with the two of you as she readies you for the scan, laughing heartily as Jimin retells the chaos that was getting here on time. Soon enough, she's directing your attention to the screen on your left, the gel on your stomach icy cold as she spreads it across your skin with the transducer.