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Namjin - Seventeen (Weeks)

(I originally wrote two versions of this so I might publish the other one too, depends what people think)

Seokjin's POV

I sigh happily as my husband walks through the door, continuing to read my book as he tells me the ups and downs of his day, and as I either nod or shake my head in response to his statements. My heart begins to pound as he comes and sits in front of me, kneeling on the floor and staring up at me with those gorgeous koala-like eyes. My stomach feels weird too, but that's probably less to do with anxiety and more to do with the fact that I'm pregnant, 17 weeks to be exact. I haven't told him yet, mostly because I'm scared of what he might think. I know he loves me, and that he wants to have kids someday, but I don't know if he's ready yet. I don't know if I'm ready yet.

"Jinnie,"

I blink, and can see him staring at me again, concern painted across his face. "Huh?"

"You spaced out. Are you okay?"

Nodding, I close my book and put it on the little table next to me. "I'm fine, just thinking."

"Want me to carry you to bed?"

"Please."

--- switch to Namjoon's POV ---

Smiling reassuringly, I stand up and lean over to pick Seokjin up, his legs bent over my right arm as my left wraps around his shoulders, and as he slips his arms tightly around my neck to secure himself, before carrying him to our bedroom, closing the door with my hip, and laying him gingerly onto the silky satin sheets. We bought satin because of his skin - the cotton sheets gave him a rash, so we switched out. It was a little difficult to decide on the colour, since he wanted the dark blue and I wanted the light blue, but we compromised, so it was light blue on the pillows and covering the mattress, but dark blue on the duvet.

"I'm gonna go change," I tell him, walking over to our closet and taking out the plain white t-shirt I usually sleep in. Then I disappear into the bathroom and change my shirt, take off my jeans, and put all of the dirty laundry into the laundry hamper.

Upon returning to the bedroom, I sit down on the bed and lean over to kiss my husband's neck, lingering slightly. "I love you, hyung." I mumble, continuing to pepper the milky-white skin with soft pecks.  As I do so, he relaxes a little, and his heart begins to slow. He didn't think I noticed, but when I came home, I could tell he was a lot more nervous, like he had something to tell me. If there was something bothering him... he'd tell me, wouldn't he? I've always been the one he comes to talk to when he's anxious about something.

"W-Wait," he whispered, voice barely audible. "I... have to tell you something."

I stop and rest my chin on his shoulder, bringing a hand up to gently caress his neck. "What's wrong, doll?"

Opening his mouth to speak, he fumbles over his words, and can't seem to get anything out. He then grabs my hand and slips it beneath his shirt, laying it across his stomach. A soft yet noticeable pulse beats against my palm, yet I remain silent. "You always said you wanted to be a dad," a smile toys at Jin's lips, then he frowns. "But if you don't want that now... I can get rid of the baby."

"No," I grab his other hand and squeeze it tightly, then move so I'm kneeling in front of him. "Do you know how far along you are?"

"I do," he swallows nervously. "17 weeks. I don't know the gender yet, but I've got another scan in 3 weeks where we can find out."

I smile at him. "Keep the baby if you want to. It's your body, so it's your choice."

He smiles back and nods. I give his maple eyes one final glance before lifting up his shirt slightly, just enough to reveal the small bump, and pressing my lips to it. Instantly I can feel the little pulse again, and I give a chuckle. That's my baby in there, mine and Seokjin's.

"I just want you to know," I say, aiming the words at my husband. Our eyes meet for a brief moment. "I really love you. And whether the baby's a girl or a boy, I'll love them just as much."

"I feel bad for not telling you sooner, I-I should've done..."

"Hey," my voice drops to a whisper, and I cup his chin. "I'm not mad. Do I look mad?"

"No, but-"

Silencing him with a kiss, I let his forehead rest against mine. "I'm not mad. You kept it from me because you were scared of how I'd react, and I understand that."

"There's something... something you might not like about the pregnancy though..."

"What would that be?"

Jin pulls away slightly and kisses the tip of my nose. "Because of all the hormones and the tiredness, I might not wanna have sex as often as usual. Our once-a-week thing might have to be changed for a little while."

"I don't mind that, hyung." I reassure him. "After all, the most important sex organ is the mind. If your brain's telling you something's not right, then something's not right."

"Are you sure?" a puppy pout appears on his face. "I don't want you missing out because of me."

"Sex doesn't make us complete, so how could I be missing out on anything? Jin, the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. You know that, don't you?"

"Mhm."

We both fall silent. Nothing uncomfortable though, just pleasant, as our faces remain just mere inches apart, and our fingers intertwined. It's in this moment that I fall in love all over again - but not just with Jin. No, it's much deeper than that. It's love for him, for our baby, for our little family. I hope to grow it more, to have more kids someday, but I won't tell him that just yet. The important thing for now is focusing on the baby we have, and making sure that he/she/they are healthy and happy and well looked after, not only for the pregnancy, but for their entire life once they enter the world.

I let my eyes flicker over to the light switch on the wall. My husband nods in silence, as if he knew what I was insinuating. Getting up, I walk over to it and switch off the light, then return to the bed and pull the duvet up over the both of us. The lamp beside me is on so it's not pitch-black. "You must be tired, hm?"

"A little, I guess." he shrugs, lying down on his left side so he's facing away from me, and glancing back. "Can you cuddle me?"

"Of course I can, beautiful." I lie beside him, wrapping an arm securely around his stomach. "No matter what happens, I know our baby's going to be good-looking. I mean, it's yours, so I'd be surprised if it wasn't gorgeous."

"Joonie," Seokjin clicks his tongue a little. "Don't say things like that. Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. As long as we see our child as beautiful, they will too."

"Confucius, nice." I can't help but smile, gently stroking his fluffy black hair as I notice him beginning to slowly drift off. "Goodnight, pumpkin."

"Mm, goodnight."

Thoughts? Wanna see the other version?  What about a part 2? Leave a comment and let me know. Also, I apologise if the ending doesn't make sense or it's not as strong as the start - I started writing this during the day and didn't finish it, so I had to make the ending up on the spot, and it's now almost 11:15 at night, so if it's bad then blame the fact that I'm kinda tired.