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Vmin - Snuggle Time

Contains:

- fluff

- mpreg

Plot: Jimin's pregnant with Taehyung's baby, but he's worried - the last time they were expecting a child together, he miscarried. Luckily, the younger knows just what to say to make him feel better.

Story:

Jimin's POV

I sigh softly as my boyfriend's strong arms wrap around me, gently kissing his jaw. If there's a single time of day I look forward to, it's bedtime, or 'snuggle time' as Tae calls it. You know, that time of day when you're too tired to do anything but not tired enough to sleep, when all you wanna do is get into bed and curl up with your special someone, and just tell them how much you love them, and have them tell you how much they love you. You don't even have to talk; just let the soft kisses and the cuddles do it for you.

Recently, snuggle time's become a particular thing I like, especially since I'm pregnant with Taehyung's baby. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried, but he always tells me it'll be okay. Two years ago I managed to get pregnant, and we were going to have a baby girl, but I miscarried at 20 weeks, so we unfortunately lost her. Of course I was upset, Taehyung was too, but we took some time to reflect and we're both doing much better now. Around 15 months after it happened, the two of us sat down together during one of his days off work and talked about it, and we decided we wanted to try again. Even if it took a while, we wanted to have at least one baby together.

So after talking about trying again, we went and spoke to our doctor, who told us that we could try again if we were both over what had happened, and that it was unlikely that I'd miscarry again. We waited a little while, a few months, then started trying again. Well, we tried, but we didn't try. Since it's apparently kinda hard to get pregnant when you try too hard, we never planned any of our intimate sessions, and the last thing on our minds at the time was having a baby. But we managed it. We used condoms for a little while, maybe three or four months, just so we could have sex properly (we struggled when the miscarriage first happened, since all we wanted to do was cuddle and sleep), then stopped using them so often, then stopped altogether. And, lo and behold, after around a month of trying, we managed it.

"Jimin,"

"Mm?" I hum, and our eyes meet. He's so genuine, especially this close - you can tell he really cares.

"You look worried," he whispers, kissing my forehead. Of course I'm fucking worried; I don't want to lose another baby. But the way he's looking at me, eyes brimming with fondness, I can't help but suppress those nerves and smile a little. "Don't let yourself get stressed."

"I know, but I'm only 14 weeks, Tae... What if something goes wrong?"

He lays a hand on my bump, then leans down and kisses it. "Nothing's gonna go wrong, alright? You're gonna be fine, and baby mochi's gonna be fine."

My smile widens. "That nickname's gonna stick, huh?"

"Obviously."

"You're right, y'know." I tell him, and peck his lips. "I shouldn't worry about it. Worrying'll only make it worse."

"Exactly."

"Can I... Can I ask you something, Tae?"

Nodding, he squeezes my hand. "Anything you want, beautiful."

"Do you have a preference? Y'know, as in, whether it's a boy or a girl?"

"Honestly, I don't care." Tae shakes his head, grinning, and I let him kiss me again. "As long as you're both healthy and happy."

I notice how he lingers slightly, and how his hand rests firmly on my thigh, but I don't acknowledge it. I don't really feel the need to, as the way he begins to slowly and tenderly kiss my neck, it feels nice. With the pregnancy, I haven't been having as many urges as I used to, so usually I'd just tell him to stop, but I don't mind it this time. It's a pleasant sensation.

"Sorry," he mumbles sheepishly, pulling away slightly. "I-I forgot you don't like it..."

"No, it's okay, you can keep going. It feels good."

Ducking back down slightly, he continues, and makes soft little humming sounds each time his lips touch my skin. He only goes as far down as the baby bump, before slowly coming back up, and our eyes meet again. God, even without makeup, he looks so good. I'm glad that it's his baby, so I know they'll be just as gorgeous as he is.

"I love you, Jiminie." he whispers, running his fingers gently through my hair. "And I want you to know that, I'm always gonna love you. Even if we argue sometimes, just know that, deep down, I really love you."

"I love you too, Tae." I kiss his nose and squeeze his hand. "Promise me we'll get through this together, no matter what?"

"We'll get through it," he gives a reassuring smile and lays a hand on my bump again. "Me, you, and the little one."