Hi there! Happy Birthday!! 🎂 I don't normally do this sort of thing, but I was wondering if you'd write some pregnancy fluff with Jumin. 😊
(( Ahh thank you SO MUCH!! Jumin pregnancy fluff sounds amazing. You got it~! ;) ))
“Jumin, I could help.”
“No, I’ve got it.” Jumin said as he fluffed the pillow behind her in the already overstuffed chair. “Is the chair comfortable enough? Do you need another pillow?”
“I’m fine.” She couldn’t help but giggle at him as he worried over her. “I’m only pregnant.”
His eyes turned tender, and he leaned over to kiss her forehead tenderly. Lovingly. As if he were afraid she’d shatter at a moment’s notice. “I don’t want you pushing yourself.”
“Alright.”
She knew better than to argue by now. Six months ago, when she’d given Jumin the news that she wasn’t sick with a stomach bug but pregnant he’d been overjoyed. They both had. He started making preparations right away. The room for the nursery had been chosen and overhauled in just under a week. They’d chosen the color of the walls and furniture together. Jumin was busier than ever with work but he never missed a doctor’s appointment, no matter how mundane or routine. He’d teared up when they learned they were having a girl. But he’s also become highly protective of her, insisting to go so far as to personally supervise the preparation of her meals. With only three months to go, she could only imaging how much more high-strung he could become.
He turned his attention to the disassembled crib in the middle of the room. It was cozy and warm, with a changing table and bookshelves already in place. The chair she was sitting in was picked out for comfort and its ability to rock. She’d half-expected him to commission a custom-made crib but instead they’d chosen one together. He considered it the most important part.
“She can’t always sleep with us.” He’d said. “We have to make sure this is the best place for her.”
It was important to him, which might have been another reason why he insisted to put it together himself.
“So many screws...” Jumin muttered as he sorted through them.
“Do you want me to read over the instructions too?”
He nodded, handing her the folded up paper. “You don’t have to stay with me. I’m sure this won’t be very interesting.”
“I wanna be part of building it too. Besides, I’m not so sure about that.”
Jumin raised a brow at her, but didn’t push the issue and instead turned all of his attention to assembling the crib. For a moment, she was almost jealous of the care he was handling it all with, as if each piece was sacred. However, his calmness soon devolved into annoyance. His brows began to furrow when the sides and legs didn’t connect. She even caught his hands trembling when he discovered there was a screw missing. She tried not to laugh, truly, but the sight of her husband, who struggled to operate a vending machine, trying so earnestly to build their daughter’s crib was hilarious.
After a while of guidance from her and some frustrated huffs from her husband, the crib was built. There it stood, proudly in the middle of the room. She sat back in her chair, enjoying the sight before her. Jumin, her beloved husband standing in their child’s new nursery. She ran her hand over her swollen stomach lovingly.
“Assistant Kang, it’s me. Yes the crib is complete. Why do you sound so surprised? Nevermind. Yes please see to it that the nursery can be inspected. Yes...”
“Your daddy loves you so much already...” She muttered. “He might be a bit overbearing and protective but it’s just because he cares so much I--oof!”
A sharp soreness panged through her abdomen. Her hand stopped immediately, fear coursing through her. After a moment that felt like an eternity, a small kick came against her palm. She gasped.
“Jumin!”
He was at her side in an instant, phone closed and forgotten. She’d have to apologize to Jaehee later.
“What is it? What do you--?”
She grabbed his hand and brought it to her stomach. After a moment, she felt another kick. All of the tension immediately left Jumin’s body.
“She’s kicking.” She said. “Can you feel?”
“Y-Yeah.” Jumin nodded.
He looked shocked, almost going pale for a moment. She wasn’t able to ask if he was okay before he fell to her knees beside her and rested his forehead against her belly. Their daughter kicked again, and then again when Jumin pressed his lips to that same spot.
“Do you think she knows it’s me?”
“I’m sure she’s happy about her new crib since her daddy worked so hard on it.”
Jumin kissed her belly again, then moved to stand and kiss her. The kiss was hard but tender.
“I love you.” He whispered against her lips. His hand moved over her belly, soothing the discomfort from their daughter moving away. “Both of you.”
“I love you too. So does she...You’re going to make such a good father, Jumin.”
He chuckled. “Only because I’ll have you at my side.”