sugar daddy * baekhyun x chanyeol

Thirty six

Baekhyun woke up sweating. It was 1am, earlier than usual, and disappointing considering how well he'd been for the last few weeks. He was closing in on 24 weeks fast and bigger than ever. His sickness had faded into insignificance, with the constant homemade treats he was finally eating well, and the warmth of Chanyeol's big body next to him he was sleeping better too.

This was different.

He felt an ache in his groin and reached down to find he was hard, harder than he thought possible. He rolled awkwardly onto his side, his erection rubbing against his thigh, leaking a wet patch inside the comfy pyjama pants he'd rolled under his burgeoning belly. He could see Chanyeol's exposed chest and shoulders, one arm under his pillow and one slung over the blanket, and desire burned inside him. Chanyeol, sweet, kind hearted, hard working Chanyeol, was also the hottest man he'd ever seen and lying next to his half naked body it was difficult to ignore.

They hadn't done anything since the last time, and that was only one time, so effectively they'd had sex twice in six months. Baekhyun knew Chanyeol had probably been wanting it but was too nice to even ask. And it really hadn't crossed his mind until now. But his roller coaster of hormones wasn't letting him off anytime soon and now he was awake at 1am crying silent tears with an almost painful erection and too much guilt to do anything about it. It was just another thing he he'd to ask Chanyeol for and anyway, he couldn't wake him at 1am, he needed his sleep. Baekhyun couldn't really consider waking him up and asking him to touch him. He tried to ignore it and slowly his erection began to go away. Eventually he drifted back into a fitful and unsatisfying sleep.

The next morning he found his breakfast with a little sticky note on top. He was meeting the midwife today and Chanyeol was cooking for Kyungsoo's new series and so he was headed to the appointment alone. Chanyeol had freaked out about the timing but Baekhyun was feeling stronger every day and had insisted this was something he could do alone. He didn't want to change the appointment. He just wanted to handle something by himself for once. So he smiled at the note, insisting Baekhyun call if he changed his mind, and slipped it into the pocket of his rubber banded suit pants as he shoved the raspberry Danish into his mouth.

The day dragged agonisingly until it was finally time for Baekhyun to go to the hospital. He played around on his phone in the waiting room, replied to Chanyeol's text insisting he was okay on his own, and even tried to read a magazine. The wait was made even longer by the unsurprising fact that they were running late. When he was finally called into the room he wasn't even surprised they were half an hour behind. And he wasn't surprised to find her seated at the desk.

"Hi Yong Sun," he smiled at the beautiful woman waiting for him in the clinic. She looked so different; her bohemian style tempered by the necessity of her environment, her love for crochet and denim replaced by cute scrubs with little flowers on them. Brightly coloured and fresh just like her smile.

"I sent Byul the proofs of the invitations," he said and she laughed. "We're here for you today Baekhyun! Have a seat!" He sat and they went over the basics on the file she had open. She asked him his age and blood type, allergies, and how he'd been feeling. She had the details from his GP about the hyperemesis and was happy when he said he'd been feeling well for weeks. The revelation came when he stood against the wall and she took his height, and then pointed at his archenemy, the bane of his lifelong existence, the scales.

He took a deep breath and stepped on and didn't look at the numbers. Then he heard words he'd never heard in his life. They didn't even seem to go together, their association was foreign, but he'd heard right and the way they melted into his brain made him feel a little giddy.

"That's within the healthy weight range," Yong Sun said as she wrote down the weight on his chart, "A little on the light side but definitely within the guidelines." He didn't know how wonderful they would sound, after everything he'd been through, not just during the pregnancy but his whole life. It was a sign of his recovery, of his growth and his new inner strength, and the invaluable and incomparable support he'd found in Chanyeol. The man had healed him more than he would ever understand.

Yong Sun smiled gently as she directed him to lay on the examination bed and he climbed up a little awkwardly. "Starting to get uncomfortable?" she asked with a knowing expression. "It's to be expected. You are carrying two babies and by the look of your belly they're nice and healthy sized as well."

She felt around for the top of his bump and ran a tape measure from her hand to his bellybutton. "Seems just what it should be," she felt his belly with flat hands, pressing and poking, concentrating on certain spots. "One head here, and one here," she indicated the top sides of his bump. "They're facing each other. I can feel the backs of their heads here," Baekhyun smiled at the thought of his little girl and boy snuggled together, facing each other with their eyes closed, the boy most likely with his thumb in his mouth just as they'd seen on the ultrasounds. It made him feel warm inside.

"So physically everything seems fine," she said as she helped him down from the bed and back over to the chair. "But I do have a questionnaire here to check your mental wellbeing too. Don't be too worried about it, we just like to check how you're travelling emotionally, and also if there are any issues it's better to know earlier rather than later. When it all becomes overwhelming. Okay?"

Baekhyun suddenly felt sick when he saw the words on the top of her paperwork. 'Post natal depression risk assessment'. He knew the kinds of things she was going to ask and he began to sweat a little. He feared sympathy, he feared judgement, but most of all Baekhyun feared exposure. He hated the idea of anyone knowing how weak and vulnerable he was inside.

But then he felt a kick and the swoosh of one baby rolling over and he smiled. He had to be strong. He couldn't be afraid of everything and most of all he had to stop being afraid of his past.

"Have you, or anyone in your immediate family received treatment for mental illness?"

"Yes, me, during high school." He stared at his fingers but continued.

"I suffered from depression, anxiety, and an eating disorder. I spent six months in hospital."

He looked up to see Yong Sun hadn't flinched a bit. She simply continued on with her questions, asking about how he felt now, current treatments and strategies he was using, and finally she asked him about his support networks.

"Do you have someone you can rely on?" he nodded and the feeling of meaning it was overwhelming. She reached out and ran her hand across the back of his in a comforting gesture she was obviously well practiced in using. "That's great Baekhyun. Having support is the most important thing right now,"  said gently and he knew she was telling the truth. Tears filled his eyes but he willed them away and they retreated as another thought filled his mind.

"Any questions for me before you go?" she asked and he just blurted it out.

"Is it normal to want sex? And is it safe? Like, I have an app that says it is, but I don't know...." he blushed bright pink but Yong Sun just nodded. "Of course it's safe. There's nothing to indicate that you'd be risking your or your babies health. And it's absolutely normal."

"Thank you," Baekhyun said as he fixed his pants and got up to leave. He decided to grab some takeaway on the way home so Chanyeol didn't feel like he had to cook. Baekhyun wanted it to be a special night and hoped Chanyeol wasn't too tired.