Maybe, Baby ||《Jaerosé》

Then Comes a Baby in a Baby Carriage

"Breathe, just breathe."

"I'm really try-" Chaeyoung moans in pain, one hand clutching her stomach, the other cutting off Jaehyun's blood circulation to his hand.

He's an angel for not complaining about it though. "Rosie, you can do this. You're so strong, my beautiful girl."

She levels a glare at him before finally inhaling in relief, leaning back onto the white pillows of the hospital bed. She loosens her hold on her husband's wrist, suddenly worried she might bruise him. "How long was that one?" she asks, carressing his skin with the pad of her thumb.

"A minute."

Chaeyoung hums, moving to rub the bottom of her baby bump instead. "We're getting closer. Only three more centimeters," she's leaning in on her herself, talking the baby boy she's so very excited to meet. Although, she suspects she isn't as excited as Jaehyun.

It had taken them a few months of trying to finally concieve a baby. Chaeyoung recalls the utter and complete elation on Jaehyun's face when she told him she was pregnant immediately after finding out. It was the happiest she'd ever seen him.

From that moment on, he'd been by her side through every step of the process, brute forcing it through her cravings and mood swings. She'd complain to him, however, that he's a tad overbearing and refused to let her do things on her own besides rest. "I'm doing this for you and for Haneul," he'd refute, taking her away from the sink full of dishes and leading her to the couch.

"Jae, I can do it myself," she'd argue, but he'd only reply with a stern look before walking away and doing any of her chores for her.

Now, they're here, sitting in a white hospital room waiting for her contractions to be two to three minutes apart. The pain is nearly unbearable, but her husband's support helps her through every bit of it. Everytime she went through a contraction, Chaeyoung had the mind to notice that Jaehyun would breathe with her, as if he was going through contractions himself. He is so tragically adorable.

It took another thirty minutes before her contractions began happening closer together, a blinding pressure pushing at her lower back. With pain running up her spine, Chaeyoung struggles to keep her temper at bay, lest she cave and scream expletives at her husband who's been nothing but sweet the entire process.

Jaehyun is quick to call for help, leaving for merely a second before hospital staff get into the room. Nurses begin to wheel her bed towards the delivery room, Jaehyun walking calmly beside her with her hand in his. One nurse pulls him aside for a moment, which he does begrudgingly, to hand him a surgical mask and gown. He wanted to be in the delivery room with her.

Chaeyoung loves him for it, though she wonders if she'll begin screaming at him during the actual labor.

The staff settle her in, Jaehyun by her head instructing her to only look at him. She nods as the pull of another contraction rips through her. The doctor is telling her to push, her muscles shaking with the pain. Her hands grip at Jaehyun's biceps, willing herself not to squirm as a minute passes and the contraction stops.

Panting, Jaehyun whispers sweet nothings into her hair while her doctor tells her she's doing a good job.

During every contraction, she pushes one, two, three times until it passes. After contraction number five, her body seems to relax into herself as a shrill cry of a baby boy pierces the static noise of the room.

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"We can move his crib to our room, if you want," Chaeyoung teases her husband from the doorway to their son's nursery.

"What?"

"You practically live here, Hun." She didn't need to explain the fact that, apart from feeding, he's at every beck and call of their child. A small whine and he's racing towards his crib trying to figure out what he might need.

"I just-- Chaeng, he's so cute!" She walks over to him, draping her arms around his shoulders.

"He gets it from his father." Jaehyun laughs and twists to meet her lips, kissing her tenderly. They break off, staring at eachother before looking down at their little bundle of joy.

"Are we gonna be good at this? Parenting?"

Chaeyoung nuzzles herself into his neck, rocking them back and forth, "we'll learn how to. I promise you." She kisses his temple. "You're going to be the best father out there." She already knows that he is.

He smiles, eyes sparkling up at her. "And you're already the best mother, ever."

Fin