Sick

My baby boys

*Author's note*

"Idk if this is a filler, buuttt here ya go"
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Seokjin's pov

The next morning I wake up to the same rattle noise from the other day. I look over at the clock and it's 6am. The door handle is moving around aggressively and all I can think of is my little baby on the other side standing on his tippy toes trying to open the door to see his dads. It's a shame the doors here are taller so therefore it makes the handles higher too.

Namjoon's still sleeping like a log next to me. No surprise there. I quickly walk over and open it before he starts crying.

"Papa!" He shrieks with his arms with open. I pick him up. Jesus, he was getting heavier. Time flies. "Good morning baby." I kiss his chubby cheeks and he squeals even more. No matter how old he gets his cheeks just get more plump. I absolutely love it. I take him to the bathroom and we both brush our teeth and wash our faces. Heading back to the room I see that Namjoon is still alseep. Honestly he is a log. He slept through all that commotion! Midway during teeth brushing Jimin started to sing and I even joined him.

"Jimin do you wanna wake Daddy up?" I ask him. He nods his head visciously. I watch as he toddles over and climbs onto Namjoons back. He starts bouncing up and down. "Daddy wake up it's morning, DADDY!! DADDY!!" I laugh at how quickly he's jostled awake. His eyes are sleepy and he looks pissed for a moment. After he notices who it was and what the circumstances were he begins to play with Jimin. He pulls him off his back and starts fake eating him. He blows raspberries onto him making the little boy squeal and shriek with joy as he tries to escape. Seeing them like that made me so happy. I loved us. The three of us. My baby boys. My boys. They brought so much joy to my life and imagining life without them was impossible.

Tears start to form around eyes as I laugh harder. Namjoon notices and stops tickling Jimin for a moment. He leans forward to the boy's ear whispering in it and looks at me devilishly. Judging from what they're doing i instantly knew what they were up to. Jimin suddenly runs towards me "Tickle papa, tickle." I pretend to run away scared but forget to look where. I end up running into Namjoon. He'd move to the other side of the bed as if waiting for me. "Caught you." He says in his deep morning voice. I shudder and try to run away, he pulls me into bed and we land with a tud.

I start to laugh louder as he blows raspberries onto me too. Jimin climbs onto the bed and joins us while he giggles and claps his hands.

"N-namjoon quit it, you're going to-" I laugh more. I can't get sentences out. It's too hard. He leans over and places a small kiss on my forehead.

"Daddy loves papa!" Jimin says out of nowhere. It stuns me and Namjoon both. Namjoon stops tickling me and smiles at his son.

"Yes daddy loves papa, a lot." He says sweetly.

"What about me?" He asks shyly. I raise my body up to face him.

"Daddy and papa both love you so much Jiminie." Namjoon says.

"And we always will. Don't you forget that, okay." I tell him. He nods slowly sinking in what I just assure him. I tuck a stray strand of hair behind both of their ears and smile.

"Now, who wants breakfast?" I say suddenly. Both of their heads spin up at that and I can't help but laugh

"Me!" They say simultaneously.

"Let's go Jiminie." He climbs up towards me and I put him down.

"What about me?" Namjoon says pouting.

"You need to brush your teeth and wash your face first mister." I say to him as I head out the room.

The last thing I see is his cute little pretend pout. Honestly I have two kids.

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To be continued
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