Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter thirty one (part two)

When we're both still and silent, somewhat cooled down, he brings his head up to look at me with puffy red eyes and cheeks. "did you mean it?... I know you didn't want a baby and...my stupid body just had to do it." I shake my head, chuckling at his pout. "when did I say I don't want a baby? Yes it wasn't planned and maybe I wanted a little more time for ourselves but I wanted a baby with you eventually. I thought you were the one who didn't want a baby!"

He smiles, still a little reluctant and doubtful. "you've been so angry..." I sigh, kissing his cheek. "I know and I'm sorry...I guess I'm not used to so many responsibilities and I'm a bit stressed out all the time...and I'm worried about you." he's pouting, playing with a string on my shirt. "I want you to come with me tomorrow...we'll leave soon but I think we both need to be there...my mom needs me and I need you to get out of the house."

He huffs, looking like joon and it's so adorable with his puffy cheeks cause of the pregnancy. He's gaining weight nicely and jinyoung told me he's still within normal weight and we don't need to worry...not that I am. He's so squishy and cuddly...

"why do want me to go out so much? the baby's gonna be born in six weeks and then I'll go out...I promise!"

His eyes are pleading and shining, like a puppy staring at me but I'm stronger than this...

"it's not about going out! It's about your mental health and...tae told me you had post-partum depression after joon and I don't want you to go through something like that again!"

His shoulders deflates and tears start streaming down his face again. Waterworks, I swear.

"b...but....i'm fine! i...I'm happy!" I smile at him, wiping his tears again and rub his stomach, feeling a kick and my heart skips a beat. It happens everytime and it just doesn't get old.

"I know and I'm so happy you are but I can't guarantee you'll be fine in two months...at least go to a few therapy sessions before you give birth...just precaution...what do you say?" he rubs his eyes with his fists like a baby and I can't help biting his cheek softly, making him yelp and giggle. "I will...if it'll make you less angry."

I peck him on the lips. "I'm more worried than angry. I don't want to see you sad and upset. Thank you for understanding where I'm coming from." He smiles and points to the half-eaten plate. "go warm your own cause I'm not gonna share."

I bite his cheek again. My little cute gluttony.

Five minutes later, we're eating in a peaceful silence and he inhales half of my plate too.

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He's sitting in his loose black pregnancy pants and the over oversized black shirt with my black overcoat on to fight the cold. He's wearing my black hat, his black hair sneaking out from under it, my dark blue scarf which he knitted himself around his neck. He has red self-made mittens with flower design on cause he was bored and why the fuck not?

He's chewing his lips, looking out the window to the somewhat private section of the cemetery for the family. Everyone is already there and they're gonna start soon with or without us so I get out of the car after waiting 10 minutes for him to get his shit together and open the door for him, waiting. He gets out, his legs shaking slightly but his eyes look determined if scared a bit, his lips down in a frown. He immediately takes my hand, squeezing with power I didn't know he had.

I take him toward the rather small crowd, only family. Mom spots us, tears on her face, eyes holding a broken look.

I fasten our pace till I get to her, hugging her tightly. She sobs quietly, resting her head on my shoulder. I don't really feel sad he died...maybe I feel sad that he wasn't a better person, pushing everyone away, making his closest family hate him...