how he acts when you're pregnant | enhypen x reader
➸ request from anon; heyy, I’m so happy you’re back! You’re fics were always my go-to if I wanted to read anything dad/pregnancy related, loved them all! can you please write about how enhypen would treat you during pregnancy, like their protectiveness, taking care of the reader, or when she’s having complications etc. 🤍
➸ note; hehe me too thank you so much!! that makes me so happy!! i don't love some of these but I hope they're what you wanted <3
➸ word count; 2335 words
➸ sangyoon, sam, ella, eunhye, yeeun, seren; in the womb lol
➸ warning(s); mentions of vomiting, implied sexy time, gestational diabetes, preeclampsia, mentions of possible birth complications
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heeseung
Heeseung can’t take his hands off you.
You don’t know if it’s because you’re newlyweds, or if it’s because you’re pregnant, but he can’t stay away.
At least one hand is always somewhere on you, on your shoulder, around your waist, on your thigh or knee.
At night, it doesn’t matter if it’s in the dead of summer, his arm is snaked around you and his head is buried in the back of your neck.
Once you reach your second trimester, and your bump becomes noticeable, Heeseung is always touching your bump, tapping it absentmindedly with his fingers, beaming from ear to ear when eventually he can feel your baby boy squirming underneath his touch.
Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night to the push of feet against his palms, it made him smile every time.
Heeseung is also completely whipped for you, he’ll do anything you ask.
Your cravings get intense, and he doesn’t complain when you wake him at three in the morning whining about salted popcorn with cheese on. And he goes to the store for you, every time.
Heeseung isn’t usually very sappy, but as soon as your bump pops up he’s the most sentimental soppy man in the world.
Every morning and night he talks to your bump about anything and everything. Even during the day he will randomly address the bump asking it questions.
‘Okay, little one,’ Heeseung sinks to his knees one morning, resting a hand on either side of your bump, ‘kick once for cornflakes. Kick twice for the chocolate cereal.’
You giggle, ‘you’re an idiot.’
‘I’m indecisive. This boy needs to pull his weight and help me. He’s already living here rent free for the next however long.’
You roll your eyes, going back to your own breakfast.
‘What do you think baby boy?’ Heeseung gently pokes at your bump attempting to illicit a response.
Eventually your son delivers a single kick, causing you to choke on your coffee.
‘Unlucky,’ you laugh at his disappointed face, ‘cornflakes it is.’
‘I will evict him as soon as physically possible. How can he disrespect me like this in my own house.’
‘Can’t wait until he’s actually here,’ you murmur.
‘Me too,’ Heeseung kisses your bump before getting up to kiss your head and reach for the cornflakes.
jay
Jay isn’t too overbearing during your pregnancy. He’s not the type to constantly ask if you need anything, he will wait for you to ask him.
That doesn’t mean he doesn’t anticipate your needs, you’ll come home from a late shift to find your pregnancy pillow already set up, your cravings are always fully stocked and there’s always plenty of bubble bath.
Where he does get somewhat intense is in public.
Jay constantly worries about harm coming to either of you. When you go shopping, he’s careful not to be recognised, wearing hats and glasses as to not to draw attention to you. In airports, his arm is always around you, guiding you around.
So, when he’s on tour during your pregnancy and you come to visit, he’s on high alert.
‘Jay, I can walk around the venue by myself,’ you’re escorted into the dressing room by a security guard.
Jay pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head, ‘there’s lots of equipment around baby, what if you hurt yourself?’
You roll your eyes, ‘have I ever hurt myself backstage before?’
‘Let me look after you,’ he pecks your lips, ‘anyway, it’s soundcheck soon. There’s a nice chair set up for you beside the stage for the actual show as well-‘
‘Wait, I’m going to watch from backstage?’
‘Yeah, of course,’ Jay says, ‘going out there can’t be good for you, or the baby-‘
‘But you know I love being in the audience,’ you pout, ‘Jay, I want to be out there singing along with my lightstick just like everyone else.’
Jay tilts his head, ‘I don’t know, sweetheart, you’re so far along and the fans can be so intense…’
‘I’ll be in the stands with your managers, I’ll have so much space!’
‘I just have visions of you falling over or someone bumping into you..’
‘Please, baby,’ you pull out the puppy eyes, wrapping your arms around his waist, and you quickly see him crumble.
‘Fine, but minimal dancing,’ he taps your nose, ‘and a security guard.’
Just then, a stage runner knocks on the door, letting Jay know he’s needed for soundcheck.
‘Come on, I’ll take you to your seat.’
‘Jay!’
jake
When you first found out you were pregnant, Jake sort of panics a little bit.
You’re hunched over the toilet and throwing up he doesn’t really know what to do. This is completely new territory for him. Your early symptoms often have him incredibly flustered, you’re emotional, your boobs hurt and you’re constantly dizzy.
One night, Jake comes home from practice, and it’s like his instincts awaken when he sees you in the bathroom, on the floor sobbing.
‘Jake,’ you cry when you see him, and he’s instantly at your side on the tiles, ‘I can’t do this anymore.’
Jake takes you into his arms, letting you cry into his shoulder.
‘I know I haven’t been the most.. helpful,’ he murmurs, ‘but I know you, and you are so strong, and you can do this. And I will do everything and anything you need from me, okay?’
From then on, Jake is the most attentive boyfriend, and is very touchy. You don’t even have to ask, and he’s giving you a foot massage. You come home from work, and there’s already a bath run for you at the perfect temperature.
Once you’re four months in, your bump becomes noticeable, and Jake’s level of affection is just exacerbated.
Every night he rubs your lotion on your bump, tells the bump about his day, and sleeping with his hand on it.
When you’re hormonal, he holds you.
‘Everything hurts, Jake,’ you sob, ‘all day. She’s been sitting on my spine all day, and I’ve been having braxtons, and my boobs hurt and they’re leaking, I tried to nap but I just couldn’t-‘
Jake from month one in your pregnancy would’ve freaked out at your outburst, but this Jake, in month seven, is calm and collected.
He runs you a bath, filling it with lavender bubbles. On your insistence, he gets in behind you, rubbing your back, shoulders and achy breasts.
’Is that better?’ Jake murmurs, the timbre of his voice sending a shiver down your spine and stirring up your hormones.
‘Much,’ you roll your head back against his shoulder, ‘you’re the best.’
He kisses your head, ‘how about we get out and go lay down?’
‘We can get out,’ you nod, ‘but can we do more than lay down?’
Jake grins cheekily, ‘incredible idea.’
sunghoon
For your whole pregnancy, Sunghoon is just filled with pride. He shows ultrasound photos to everyone and talks nonstop about your incoming baby girl to anyone that will listen.
Sunghoon becomes a bit of a pregnancy expert. Every book he can get his hands on, he reads cover to cover. He knows what to expect, what was abnormal and everything in-between.
So Sunghoon did notice just how much you were needing to go to the bathroom.
It was relentless. He would wake up several times a night to you wriggling out of his arms and padding into your ensuite. During the day, you’re constantly up and down needing to pee, when you’re driving you have Sunghoon pull into service stations constantly.
He brings it up to your doctor at the next scan. Your doctor agrees that the rate of your bathroom trips are a little out of the ordinary, so he refers you for blood tests.
‘Gestational diabetes,’ you read the words on the leaflet, slumped in the passenger seat of your car.
‘Y/N..’
‘This is my fault.’
‘Y/N, you heard the doctor. Sometimes these things just happen,’ Sunghoon rests a hand on your arm.
‘What if something happens to her because of this? I know he said that the risks were small, but what if?’ you begin to tear up.
’She was perfect on the scan the other day, remember? I’m going to help you through this. We’re going to get through this.’
Sunghoon stayed up all night that night reading article after article about gestational diabetes. You woke up the next morning to find a full google doc with meal plans, exercise routines and a schedule to check your blood sugars.
He happily did everything with you, eating the same meals and cutting down on sugar.
On an evening, the two of you would go down to the pool in your apartment complex for a swim. You would slowly swim around while chatting, usually about the baby or work.
‘You’ve made this so much easier for me,’ you stand over your daughter’s empty crib, damp hair occasionally dripping onto your bump, ‘thank you.’
‘It’s what I’m supposed to do,’ Sunghoon gently turns you around by your waist and kisses your nose, ‘as your husband and her father.’
‘We love you, Hoon.’
‘I love you too.’
sunoo
Sunoo feels totally out of his depth.
Suddenly his fiancee is pregnant, something you never expected. He doesn’t know the first thing about pregnancy, and doesn’t know how to respond to your symptoms. He sort of just treats you as if you’re sick, bringing you soup and tea but keeping his distance. At the same time, you’re hormonal, and can’t understand why he’s staying away.
You worry he doesn’t want the baby, that he’s having second thoughts, or you’re bothering him too much with your requests. In reality, Sunoo is just so worried that he’s not being helpful, or that somehow he might hurt or upset you.
One night you’re laying in bed together watching TV in silence, you essentially lose it.
’Sunoo,’ you’re tearing up, ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Why?’ he whips his head around to look at you, ‘for what?’
‘You’re just distant, and you keep away from me, I barely see you. If it’s me or the baby I would rather you just tell me-’
’No- no, that’s not it at all. I want you and the baby more than anything in the world.’
Sunoo is quiet for a few moments, ‘I’m sorry. I guess I’m just scared. I’ve been retreating into my head and haven’t been there for you like I should be.’
‘Sunoo, we need to talk to each other. I need to know how you feel. If we’re going to be parents, we need to be a team, we need to be in sync.’
‘I know, you’re right. I promise going forward I’ll be more open with you about how I feel.’
From then on, he’s obsessed with all things pregnancy and baby.
Every few days you’ll come home to a package addressed to you that you didn’t order, containing a weird pregnancy product that he saw on TikTok.
You and Sunoo talk constantly. You chat late at night in bed, in the morning on your balcony as the sun comes up, in the car on an evening, all about your excitement and fears surrounding the baby.
Sunoo also becomes somewhat clingy, especially at night or when you’re in crowds. While before you were pregnant he would usually just throw an arm around you, now he sleeps completely pressed against you, his chest to your back.
‘I love you,’ he mumbles into your neck one night, ‘thank you for giving me my dream.’
jungwon
Your pregnancy with Serin is very turbulent.
For the first half, everything is fairly smooth.
You get sick, and Jungwon holds your hair back. You have mood swings, he tries his best to be empathetic.
Jungwon knows enough to understand that these things are par for the course, so he’s supportive but not too concerned about your symptoms.
You were around halfway through your pregnancy when the less than normal symptoms began.
Jungwon would come home from practice to you sitting in a completely dark room.
‘Why are you sitting in the dark?’
Your head was in your hands, unable to be lifted.
‘I have the worst migraine I think I have ever had,’ you whine, ‘I have taken as much paracetamol as I am allowed. I had a bath in the dark, put a cold cloth on my forehead. Wonnie it’s so bad, I can barely see..’
Jungwon holds you, massaging your head until you fall asleep hours later.
When the headaches and vision problems persist, you make an emergency appointment.
‘Bed,’ Jungwon practically pushes you up the stairs when you get home, supervising and making sure you were changing into comfortable clothes and getting under the covers.
Your intense headaches turn out to be preeclampsia. Although at the moment Serin was measuring well, the doctor had warned you of the potential complications, including preterm labour or low birth weight.
You’d been ordered to take strict bed rest.
For the remainder of your pregnancy, Jungwon waits on you hand and foot.
He’s suddenly fussing over you, messing with your pillows and cushions. He brings up your food on trays, eating every meal beside you. The two of you tear through countless shows on a plethora of streaming services. He holds you when you cry in frustration. He holds your hand when the doctor visits every week.
‘Baby, it’s ready,’ Jungwon enters your bedroom, approaching the bed.
‘Really?’ you warm with excitement at the prospect of getting out of bed, ‘can I see?’
Jungwon helps you get up, wrapping an arm around your waist to help you walk.
He leads you down the corridor and into your daughters nursery, which he, Jay and Heeseung had spent all day decorating.
‘Oh, it’s beautiful,’ hot tears spring to your eyes, ‘you guys.. It’s exactly how I imagined.’
‘She’ll be in there so soon,’ Jungwon lays a hand on the rail of the crib, ‘and no matter what happens, she’ll be fine.’
