When you open your eyes this time, Jungkook is next to you, but he’s not the reason you’re awake. The sharp pain in your lower abdomen reminds you why you’re awake as if you were taking too long thinking about it. Pulling back the blanket to reveal your legs, that’s when you realize–your baby is making her way into the world.
‘Jungkook,’ you say loudly, reaching over to smack him on the arm. The only sound in response is his obnoxious snoring, ‘Jungkook,’ you hit him again.
He rolls over, brows furrowed and lips smacking together, he mumbles, ‘What?’ It’s laced with that bratty attitude that you would normally laugh at, but right now there’s no time to deal with your petulant boyfriend.
‘Get your ass up, our peach is coming.’
‘Huh?’ he mumbles still half asleep.
Tired of his lack of motivation you pull the blankets completely off of him, and that’s what finally gets him to roll over, but he isn’t fully up yet. So, you take some advice you heard from Jin years ago: the only thing that wakes Jungkook up is pinching his nipples. He really made it too easy for you by sleeping shirtless, so you reach over and pinch the pretty pink nipples he almost always has on display at home.
His eyes shoot open and he wakes up with a shout, ‘What was that for babe?’ He whines loudly.
‘Our baby’s coming, and we need to go to the hospital so get up.’ You start to make your way toward the bathroom, but a quick glance over your shoulder reveals that Jungkook is frozen in his spot.
‘Kook’ you say, and that snaps him out of his daze, his eyes darting over to meet yours.
‘Our peach is coming?’ he whispers softly. His eyes are glazed over a little and a little smile makes its way to his lips.
You lean against the doorway and shoot him a smile of your own, ‘Yeah babe, our peach is coming.’
All of the sudden he seems to come to the realization and he shoots up from the bed, ‘You need to sit down. I’ll get all of the bags ready, and we need to be timing your contractions so we know how far apart they are. Then I’ll call our parents and I have to call the boys and management is gonna have to know about this so I can take time off…’ He’s rambling about all of the things in the world while pulling you over to sit down on the edge of the bed.
‘Kook,’ you say softly, catching his attention, ‘let’s just worry about getting to the hospital right now. Everything else can wait.’
He pauses as if considering your words for a moment, ‘Yeah you’re right let’s get going.’ He moves to pull you up to your feet again,
‘Maybe you should put a shirt on first?’ you say teasingly.
‘Yeah, yeah, you’re right about that too.’ He mumbles, obviously frazzled and bouncing around the room trying to find a shirt.
Once he’s successfully covered his bare chest he looks at you, ‘We’re having a baby.’
HOLY FUCK ITS GOTTEN SO HUGE!
There are 8 of them now. The farthest to the right is the newest.
This is about 8 years of progress. I haven't done this in over a year and to be honest I didn't think anything had changed but seeing the older against the newest I'm amazed. I didn't realize how much I changed about what I did.
Maybe this will show that no matter what things change. You improve. Even if it doesn't look like it. At least you see things will change.
I think I'm slightly improving. Its been a fun journey so far, and theres still a long road ahead.
