Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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We laid in bed, sheets freshly washed and the heat scent covered with scent blockers, just resting. Jimin's stomach was a little bloated from how much I had knotted him, accepting the strawberries I was feeding the sleepy omega.

"What do you want the gender to be?" He mumbled, cuddling into my chest.

"Jim—"

"Don't tell me things I already know," he interrupted. "What gender?"

I sighed and kissed his hair. "I don't really care what gender they are. They'll be pampered and loved to the highest level."

I had to speak as if Jimin really was pregnant despite him most likely not being so. Just to keep him happy.

Apparently, my illusion worked on him since he smiled and shuffled closer, if it was possible.

"I'd want a girl so I can dress her up. But I'd want a boy too." I hummed, stroking his hair. "Think they'll be an alpha or an omega?"

"I don't know. We'll see, baby."

He nodded and beamed softly.
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We went back to the doctor to take another test. And if it was negative, we would start talking about the surgeries Jimin was looking at. It wasn't my favorite idea, but it kept him happy.

Jimin was wringing his hands in his lap, worrying his lip as the results were being formed. The doctor's phone rang and she read the message before blinking.

"Well this is surprising," she said.

"Wh—What is it?" Jimin asked, wringing his hands harder before I set mine on top of his and held one of them to stop his wringing.

"There have been a few cases where this happens, but not many. And after this, it is most likely it will never happen again."

"What do the results say?" I quickly asked, seeing Jimin start to work himself to tears, his lip trembling.

"They're positive."

I blinked as Jimin released his tears, staring at the doctor blankly while Jimin cried, letting out shuddering breaths.

"P—Positive?"

"You're pregnant," she grinned. "Now, you'll have to be very careful with this one because any trauma to Jimin's body might result in another miscarriage. After the baby is born, it is very likely that you won't be able to have another."

"What kind of trauma?" I questioned, rubbing Jimin's back as he held onto me tightly.

"Well, Jimin's womb is very fragile, so any rough contact to his lower body and stomach will cause another miscarriage or a deformity of some kind that might end up killing the child without proper care and treatment later on down the road if they survive the birth." The omega let out a shaky gasp and sniffle. "So until Jimin starts showing more than a little bloated, it would be most advisable to not touch him in any part of his lower body and for him to sleep on his back or his side. This also goes along with sex. Until the baby is born, it is best advised to not have sex at all during the pregnancy since the entrance to the womb will start to grow to prepare for the birth. A breach of that entrance could kill the baby. By all means, Jimin's lower body is not to be touched except to clean or when using the bathroom or while changing. Looser pants and maybe no underwear would be better for him to wear so that no pressure would come to his stomach. And in the weeks surrounding the due date, it would be best to have him checked into the hospital, just to keep an eye on him and get him through the birth as soon as possible. There is a chance he may need to have a C-section, but since the womb is fragile in him, it could pose as a danger for the baby. But if natural pushing isn't helping, then we would need to go to the C-section."

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I nodded, listening to everything she said intently. We were going to make this one work. If we lost this one too, I had a feeling Jimin would start turning to violent outlets.

Or a way out of his misery.

"Come in next month for the ultrasound and check up or if you're having any concerns, come in beforehand. You have my phone number, yes? I'll get some pamphlets to give to you once you're ready to leave."

"Thank you," I smiled, giving Jimin a squeeze. "Thank you."

She beamed once more before leaving the room.

"Y—Yoongi. Y—Yoonie," Jimin sniffled, scenting himself on my neck. "Hyungie, I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant!"

He started crying again, holding onto my shoulders and neck tightly. I wrapped my own arms around him, keeping him close.

"I told you we'll have a family," I whispered into his hair.