꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱ our tiny tenant ── park jongseong
꒰ details ꒱ — your husband finally has some downtime and started to you out in the baby’s nursery. inspired by this request.
Ი︵𐑼 ⌗ MORE JAY ⋮ ꩜ husband!jay x f!rea → 1265. fluff, pet names (baby, angel) banter between two people in a marriage, boy parents au, jay is lovely dovey obviously, reader is around 5-6 months pregnant. the son doesn’t have a name-
coco’s notes .. lowkey happy i got this request because i’ve been working on my series “parental control” sooo thank you anon for giving me a jump start heh. i hope you all enjoy reading this as much as i did writing. proofread but still could have errors. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
“wait no put the crib in the other corner,” you say as you rock back and forth in the rocking chair, jay looks at you for a split second then does as you say with no questions asked. “you know you asked me to move it out this corner fifteen minutes ago.” he rubs his forehead with the back of his hand. “well now i like it in that corner, are you complaining? are you attacking your wife?” “never, just made an observation.” he says, straightening the crib a bit.
“no leave it angled,” you say rubbing your belly while letting out a deep sigh. you were starting to get uncomfortable rocking in the chair and so was the baby, you decided to stand up and jay rushes to your side and places a hand on your lower back supporting you as you stand, “easy baby, you don’t have to rush i’m right here.” he says softly. “i’m pregnant, not cripple jay.” “and i’m your husband.”
you giggling, now taking your time to stand up with jay support, “why are you moving anyways? i thought you said you’d let me handle the crib,” he mumbles his hand grazing over your lower back as he moves his hand. “your son was uncomfortable so i had to stand up, he wants me to move around.” you place a hand on your belly and jay practically melts at the sight.
“what?” you chuckle wobbling over to one of the shelves in the room adjusting the framed photo of your son's ultrasound, “nothing, i just don’t think i’ll ever get used to seeing you all pregnant.” “all pregnant? you calling me fat jongseong?” you raise an eyebrow teasingly and he laughs, “no, what i’m saying is that just a few months ago you were barely showing,” he pauses for a bit then walks towards you with his arms out like he’s going to pull you into a hug and he does “and know your belly is all round and big, and my son is stressing you out. it’s a beautiful sight to see.” “that ‘stressing me out’ part, he gets it from you.”
jay kisses your forehead and just as jay pulls out the hug the baby kicks causing you to look down to see his little foot poking at the side of your belly, you rub your hand over the spot where he kicked. “what? everything okay? do you need to sit down?” you nod “i’m okay, he just kicked me.” you laugh at your own words not even believing what you’re saying, jay looked at you then your belly then back at you. jay looks at your belly in awe. he reaches to touch your belly but hesitates, “jongseong…?” “hmm?” he mumbles back, “what was that just now?” you asked.
“what was what?” he looks at you then back down to your belly, “why’d you just reach like you were gonna touch me but didn’t?” “i didn’t wanna ruin your moment.” he says softly, which is true he didn’t hesitate to touch you because he was scared, but seeing the way your face lit up looking down at your belly, the way your hand gently rubbed where your son had kicked made him feel so whole like you where his whole universe in one hand.
he didn’t wanna take that smile off your face if he touched your belly so he let you have your moments, “our moment.” you say and jay looks at you clearly had zoned out for a minute, “not ‘my’ my went out the window when you decided to get me pregnant, this is our moment with our son.” and you reach for his hand and squeeze it in a reassuring way, then place it on your belly.
“you gonna kick again for daddy?” you say gliding his hand over your belly, “jongseong relax your fingers you aren’t gonna hurt me,” and he does as you said, because he trusts you. “he must not like me or something…” jay playfully says, “i think he’s still mad at the time he wanted dr pepper and you brought him back a smoothie.” you added with a small laugh.
“is that true little man?” and just as jay was about to speak again the baby kicked like he was agreeing with what you had just said, “mmm see he knows his mama, and mama wanted dr pepper not a smoothie.” you tease, “well… the smoothie was drunk so she couldn’t have hated it that much,” he replies talking to his son but answering you.
jay drops to his knees and places both hands on either side of your belly and mumbles something along the lines of ‘you’re already so active i think we’ll put you in soccer’ and ‘you don’t even know how lucky you are yet, but you’ll find out soon’ and then your son kicks again like he’s telling jay he hears him. “whar are you two down there talking about? huh?” “you” he says without missing a beat then kisses your belly where your son had kicked a few seconds ago.
he stands up and you try to help him, and he lets out a grunt from being on the floor for awhile, when he looks at you he has the biggest boyish smile on his face which causes you to smile and laugh, “what jongseong? stop looking at me like that.” you look away, “i can’t help myself, you’re so beautiful like this you know that angel? like breath taking, if i drop back to my knees it’ll be to propose again and then pass out.” “you’re dramatic,” “i’m inlove, deeply,” he saying kissing your left cheek “grossly but lovingly,” he kisses your right cheek, “head over heels,” he kisses your forehead, “inlove.” he finally kisses your lips, his lips soft kind of dry but that’s okay because you had enough chapstick on for the both of you.
“say it back,” he says against your lip which causes you to smile shyly, “say what back?” you tease, but jay doesn’t say anything just standing there looking at you then around the nursery, “wow you’re really gonna act all bratty in our son’s nursery?” “i love you so much, jongseong, happy?” “very.” he says with a smug expression but it’s playful.
“i shouldn’t even have to say i love you… me carry your athletic son should say enough,” you both laugh and your son kicks you belly multiple times as if he didn’t like you calling him ‘athletic’ but he didn’t even know he was just proving your point.
“he definitely has his mama’s attitude,” jay mumbles to himself, “what was that?” you asked, “nothing…” “jusy finish adjusting the crib, i think i want it back in the other corner,” and that’s how the rest of the evening went. you and jay laugh about old memories, your son kicking as if to chime into the conversation. times like this made you forget how real it all is due to the comfort of it all, it all felt familiar, natural even and yet you’ve never done any of this before.
and you aren’t doing it alone, you have your husband jay. you smiled to yourself, at that thought then looked over at jay who is framing more photos and you smiled fondly at him, he didn't see and you didn’t want him to. “you don’t even know how lucky we are.” you mumble to your son rubbing your belly gently and he kicks once, one strong kick which causes you to laugh a bit.
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