ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜɴɴʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ| Jikook

21

“Daisy, you have to move already.”Every step I took, there was a pig in my way. Every last one. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but she was going to trip me if she kept it up.

“Please?” I looked at her with my most pathetic droopy eyes, and by some miracle, it worked.

She got out of my way, kicking up her front leg as if waving me forward.

“You’re a strange pig, Daisy. I love ya, but you’re a strange one.”

I was finishing up morning chores—only it was already afternoon. This pregnancy thing was kicking my butt.

Pregnancy. I was pregnant. That still hadn’t completely settled into my consciousness. It was the last thing I expected Namjoon to tell me when I ran into him, and a week later, I was still not altogether sure I fully believed it. We’d been so careful except that one time...and even then we were mostly careful.

I could hear my biology teacher’s nasally voice ringing in my mind. And remember, class, pulling out is not an effective form of birth control.Apparently, Mrs. Kim had been right.

And I couldn’t even be upset that I was pregnant. I always wanted a family, and while I never expected it to happen when I had no husband, no medical insurance, a tenuous employment situation, and living in a community where I knew exactly two people and one was a child...

No, everything about my situation was wrong—except it felt right.

I walked through the gate to feed and water the horses, hoping to be done for a short while after that was taken care of. But, just like everything else, it took far longer than it should have, and I was ready for a nap by the time I walked out of the barn. I stopped long enough to pet the new lamb which was named Lamb, then closed up the gate behind me. I wasn’t as creative as Grams in the naming department, that was for sure.

“Hello?” Jisung called out to me, but I couldn’t tell where he was.

I jogged out to the front of the house and found him standing there with a gorgeous, if not skinny, mixed-breed dog.

“Hey, Jisung. What’s up?” I wiped my hands on my knees and held one out to the dog who stepped forward and walked around me to Daisy. They both circled around each other until the dog rolled onto his back as if to submit—to a pig.

“Your dog likes Daisy, I think.”

“Yeah, Boxer and Daisy are friends although the pig can be a little bossy if you ask me.” He spoke directly to her, and I could see a bit of Grams in the boy.

That made me smile. “So what brings you here?” I asked, still watching the dog and pig in amazement.

“I have a favor to ask. Well, you kinda offered, or at least I think you did...” He was looking at the ground.

“Okay, sure.” Whatever it was that had him too scared to ask had to be important enough that I would find a way to do it.

He looked up at me wide-eyed. “You know what I want to ask?”

“No, but it seems like it’s important.” I took a step in the direction of the house. “Let’s get some tea and cookies, and you can tell me what you need.”