ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜɴɴʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ| Jikook

extra 24

Many months later

“Coming.”The door felt like it was a mile away as I waddled—yes, freaking waddled—my way there. I was officially the size of a house and hated to even look at myself.

Jungkook didn’t have the same affliction. He was constantly staring at me with that smile, the one that said he wanted to strip me from head to toe and make me call out his name as he filled me with his knot. The man was insatiable. I loved it.

I reached the back door and saw Doc standing there with Jisung. Both of them were smiling but Jisung’s face was a little bit apprehensive. Doc had been awarded temporary custody when things with his father went from bad to worse—or really better, depending on how you looked at it. His father relinquished his rights without too much fuss because Jisung wasn’t biologically his. I couldn’t imagine how Jisung had to feel about being rejected so completely by the man he had always thought to be his father—no matter how horrible the man was. At least he was with Doc now. I couldn’t think of a better person to have on his side.

“What’s up, doc?” I giggled at my own joke.

“Jisung here has been feeling off, and I sensed something I hadn’t before, so I did some—”

“I’m a shifter! For real! I think I’m gonna be a fierce lion or maybe a tiger, I don’t even know. Can you believe it?” His apprehension was gone and the boy was bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“What he said.” Namjoon chuckled, mussing the boy’s hair. “I thought maybe he could have his first shift here.”

Doc’s place was on the river, which was perfect for his otter but probably ideal for Jisung if he was a larger animal.

“Congrats!” Jungkook came up behind me. “But you know it’s still cool if you’re something smaller. Your...um, Doc is a badass otter, and they aren’t huge.”

“You might even be a rabbit.” I leaned back against Jungkook and winked at Jisung. “They’re my favorite.”

“No way!!!!! You didn’t give my bunny away?” He stared at me in shock. “You’re my bunny?”

I squeezed Jungkook’s arms around my waist. “Nope. Jungkookie is mybunny.” I turned in his arms to kiss his cheek before leaving to get some tea and cookies. It’s what Grams would’ve wanted, and I had nothing valuable to contribute to the “first-shift” conversation. I had everything set out on the table just as Daisy came running past them, nearly knocking Jisung down.

“Tea’s ready,” I called and a minute later, they all sat down and filled me in on so many shifter things my head was spinning. I needed to learn, though, especially given that Namjoon was ninety nine percent sure my little one would be a shifter.

By the time they had laid it all out, I wasn’t sure I totally followed the logic but I got the gist of it. “So the plan is you guys will shift and try to help him with his first shift? Here...tonight?”

They all bobbed their heads.

“Then I best get baking!” I pushed myself up and pressed one hand against my back to relieve some pressure. “Chocolate or vanilla, or are you a strawberry man?” I looked at Jisung and waited for him to respond. He didn’t so I had to give him a nudge. “For your cake. You can’t have a first shift without a cake—it’s like a shifter birthday.”