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Aeri

Your POV

I feel a few kicks and rub my belly. She's been kicking for the last few months, our baby girl. Yoongi's just upstairs taking a shower. She always kicks when he's not around, maybe she likes her dad's company. Aww! She's going to be a daddy's little girl. I was so happy when I found it was going to be a mini me and he's happy that the baby's already biased towards him, a fair share I guess. She continues to kick and I wince, she's kicked a little hard this time with her tiny feet. My due date's literally in a week, I can't wait to see our little one come in to this world. The moving about stops and I relax but there's another sudden kick. I squeeze my eyes shut and try not to yelp in pain. Come on sweetie, you're hurting Mummy a little even though I know you don't mean it. The kicks get harder, more frequent and all the more unbearable. I grasp the hand of the sofa tightly and my nails dig in.

"Yoongi!", I shout.

The running water stops, "What's going on Y/N?"

"The baby's kicking!", I continue to shout.

"Hold on a sec. I'm coming down!", he answers.

His footsteps are heavy thuds, clear that he's trying to get down as fast as possible because unless an emergency, his steps are lighter than petals falling to the ground.

"I'm coming babe!", he sprints down the stairs and hugs me.

I hug him back and he supports me as we walk down the hall. He puts a coat over my shoulder and picks up the packed bag we've put in the hall recently so that we could get out of the house with all the necessities if the baby was coming. He takes me to the car and gently lays me in the backseats and begins to drive furiously. The pain is overwhelming but I have enough power to look at my whereabouts. He's driving to the community hospital, not the private one. He parks quickly and picks me up, running towards the emergency exit. A pair of off-duty doctors spot us and they alert the other doctors. I'm soon put on to a hospital bed and pushed in to a maternity ward, Yoongi trailing behind me.

Yoongi POV

I cuddle her tiny body. Her pretty grey eyes glistening in the light, our little heart of love has finally joined us in the world. My fingers tingle at the feeling of her soft skin, the first time I've held her. I kiss Y/N's forehead. Labour has been difficult for her and she's fast asleep, gently snoring. I put down our unnamed girl back in to the side cot and the doctors ask me to leave for a while so some tests can be carried out on both mother and daughter. I do as I'm told and get out of the ward. That's when I spot trouble whisking. At the end of the corridor, there's a bunch of journalists and cameramen. I freeze momentarily and then my instincts tell me to go back in to the ward again, praying that they'd not spotted me. But it's too late. By the time I turn, I can hear the bustling footsteps. This was one of the risks of having our child at a community hospital, privacy isn't secure. But we wanted to prove once and for all that we're just normal people so we opted not to go to the private hospital. I open the door, get in and shut it with a slam. The doctor and nurse looks at me as if I'm some sort of peculiar breed. The baby starts gurgling, a gurgle that sounds thunderous, she soon erupts in to tears. The slam also awoke Y/N, she looks at me. I take my baby girl and comfort her, she smiles at me.

"What's going on?", Y/N mumbles.

"There's paparazzi outside.", I say.

"Ugh, paparazzi. The girl's just had a baby, wouldn't they let her breathe at least?", the doctor huffs under her breath.

"Paparazzi?", Y/N questions.

"I'm sorry, they must've literally put trackers on us or something.", I groan in response.

"It's ok, let them in.", she says.

I stare at her and so do the doctors.

"Lovely, you've just had a child, you should rest.", the doctor sympathizes with her.

"I don't really listen to my mum but if there's one good thing she taught me, that's to always be up on your feet. There's no rest for an independent lady.", Y/N sighs, "Doing this won't harm the baby, will it?"

"No, no it won't.", the doctor smiles at her.

"Well then, we've got a name to come up with, the press will be asking that.", Y/N turns to me.

We wonder for a while in silence. We have a list which we've rounded down to three, we just need to choose from those. But that's not the real problem, what is the problem is the surname. We settle for Aeri in the end but when it comes to the surname, even the doctor looks scared. I sigh, I'm a Yang, she's a Yin, there's no in between.

"Let them in.", Y/N says out of the blue.

"But we haven't decided her surname yet.", I protest softly.

"Just open the door.", she says.

I don't say anything against it and open the door cautiously. As expected, a crowd has gathered.

"A few in please.", I say.

It's more than I want but I accept it.

"Are a lot of people going to see this?", Y/N asks.

"As always ma'am.", one of them answer.

"Well then, here goes nothing.", she whispers. I squeeze her hand softly, "You guys will be wondering why we've decided to have our baby girl in a community hospital and not a private hospital. To put in to simple words, we've broken ties with our families. We're not royal, nor powerful, just another few citizens in the community. And you'll also like to know the name of our dear little one. It's Aeri."

"Aeri what?", someone calls out.

"I'm just getting to that bit. It's just Aeri.", Y/N says.

"What's her surname?", another questions.

"Just Aeri.", Y/N repeats.

A murmur of confusion and glances pass around the room like electric.

Y/N continues, "In history, surnames are the cause of too many feuds. Even with myself, that is the case. I'm a Yin, Young is a Yang. There is no in between in this society. We all know that. But I won't be keeping my daughter stuck in the middle of these two names. They're just names after all. Aeri is the beginning of a new era, she is different and unique and something else. She's a spark to a new society where people won't be so wound up on tradition and people will venture out to be special. This is what I want, this is what we want. So to finalize, and to address both families, one as their daughter and one as their daughter in law, Aeri, both your grandchild is a beautiful soul. We don't care if you'll come to look at her or not, that's not even partially our business. Just don't be poison to her, my only request."

I usher them out and stare at Y/N. What she's said has been worded so infinitely beautifully. I kiss her and hug our daughter, Aeri.