summary: in which you and Mingi are fighting and you feel a pain in your stomach
age: Hyunsik = fetus (5 months)
warnings: miscarriage scare
“Mingi, where have you been?!” you exclaimed.
“You said you’d have a half day today! I’ve just had to cancel the doctors appointment we had!”
“Why did you cancel? Why didn’t you just go without me?” he shrugged.
“Because you said you’d take me! I can’t get there by myself! Also because I care about you and I want you to see our baby?!”
Mingi sighed, “I’m sorry. I forgot.”
“What?! I said I’m sorry! I got caught up recording, I’m sorry, okay?! Jesus christ.”
“Ya, what the fuck, I’m just disappointed okay?! You don’t have to shout at me!”
“Because you forgot our appointment! This is 20 weeks, Mingi. This is the crucial one! If he’s not healthy now then that’s it!”
“You seriously couldn’t have got the bus or somthing?”
“I was waiting for you, Mingi! You didn’t even call!”
“How could I have called when I forgot it was even happening?!”
“Jesus christ, do you even care about our son?!”
“Of course I care! Don’t fucking tell me that I don’t care, I’ve bought you everything you wanted so far!”
“Yeah, but how many appointments have you been to?! None so far, Mingi! You haven’t even heard his heartbeat yet!”
Mingi shook his head, “I don’t need this, I just got in, I wanna relax, not have a fight.”
He strolled casually through the living room and slammed the door to his office.
You sighed, your breath shaky before a sudden pain shot through your abdomen.
“Ah, ah,” you hissed, “Mingi-ya!”
“I’m working,” he called.
You shook your head, lifting up your skirt slightly as you felt something running down your leg. Blood.
“What?” he called, suddenly running out of his office.
He saw you standing there, skirt still bunched up as blood trickled down your leg.
“Mingi-ya,” you cried, tears beginning to fall down your face.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ll take you to the hospital right now, let’s go,” he exclaimed, wrapping his arm around your waist to help you walk and grabbing his car keys as you left the house, “it’s okay, it’ll all be okay.”
“Mingi, I’m so scared,” you breathed as he climbed in the drivers seat, speeding off in the direction of the hospital.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry my love. I didn’t take you to the doctors today, if I’d have taken you, maybe they’d have found something–”
“Stop it. We don’t know for sure that this is… what we both think it is, right?”
Mingi nodded, holding his breath, “right.”
“Okay, let’s have a look,” the doctor said, spreading the gel across your exposed stomach before using the wand to see the ultrasound.
You gripped Mingi’s hand tightly, closing your eyes and burying your face into his neck.
“It all seems to be alright, Mrs Song,” the doctor smiled, “your son has moved position so his feet are now at the bottom of your stomach and his head at the top. This excessive movement is probably the reason for both the pain and the bleeding. Hopefully in the remaining 20 weeks, he will move back, but we’ll keep an eye on it and it should be alright.”
You let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding, almost sobbing with relief.
“Is this him?” Mingi asked, pointing at the screen, yet not letting go of your hand.
The doctor nodded, “yes. So his head is here, and his feet are here.”
“Wow,” Mingi breathed, “our son.”
You smiled, looking at Mingi as he looked at the screen, his eyes dripping with love.
“Can we hear his heartbeat too?” you asked, also looking to the screen.
The doctor moved the wand until the sound began to come through.
Mingi gasped, looking to you with tears in his eyes, “oh my god. I’m so sorry Y/N, this is amazing.”
You giggled, “it’s okay. He’s healthy, see? Everything’s okay.”