#dad suho

[cocobutnochanel]

Another Jun

Genre: fluff, romance, family, dad!Junmyeon, husband!Junmyeon

Main Characters: Kim Junmyeon x Reader (oc: female)

Summary: Married life with Kim Junmyeon only gets better as you await for your third child.

Word count: 1.6k+ words

Your feet were swollen and you couldn't help but feel tired despite doing nothing all day. Despite being 6 months pregnant, you still had to be a mother to a 5 year old Junseok and a 2 year old Junyeong. Your hormones weren't helping either.

"Junseok-a, can you watch your brother for a while? Mom has to change clothes so we can fetch appa by the bus stop." You say to your obedient five year old. He nods cutely and rushes to his dongsaeng. You smile at the two with content in your heart.

You change into a loose dress that would make your baby bump less visible. Your ultrasound results would be coming in today since they failed to give it to you directly yesterday. You were planning on bringing the boys to the nearby restaurant and surprise their father. It has been a while since you four went out.

You hear Junyeong whine from the living room and you internally groan. What was it now?

"Junseok-a, what's happening?" You call out to the two boys. "Eomma, Junyeong doesn't want to change his clothes." You see a crying Junyeong on the floor, a worried Junseok and Junyeong's clothes thrown across the room.

You sigh and pick up the clothes Junseok chose for Junyeong. He was always the responsible hyung. If you told him to watch him over, he'd do more than just that. He will feed his brother, comfort him, help him change his clothes if he knew he had to.

"Junyeong, listen to your hyung, okay?" You say to your two year old. You take off his pajamas and button on the shirt his brother picked for him.

After changing Junyeong's clothes, you change Junseok's. Thankfully, Junseok was always obedient and he never did anything to make things harder for you. It was as if he was born to be a big brother. He was responsible and dependable like his father, you smile at that thought.

You hold the two boys hand by hand as you unlock your door and get out. You open your mailbox and get the only mail you had for today: the ultrasound results. You were nervous but excited too. Was it going to be a girl this time? You hoped so.

You walk to the bus stop and you were grateful that your kids were being calm and controllable today. Junyeong was occupied with the bikes while Junseok loved walks with his eomma and dongsaeng. He liked watching after you two. Junmyeon taught him well, you thought.

You put the results inside Junyeong's backpack so you can still hold the two boys. Arriving at the bus stop, Junyeong, by initiative, took his brother and let him sit on the bus stop's bench.

You sit beside Junyeong who was now energetic, talking to his brother in phrases about the cars that were passing by while the older brother nodded in delight despite having different interests. Junyeong was always fascinated with cars and Legos while Junseok took after his father's love for music and art.

A bus pulls into the bus stop after a minute or two. A few people gets out but what made your heartbeat skip was the sight of your husband in a tuxedo, with bright eyes and even a brighter smile. Despite being married for six years, he made you feel things as if you were still teenagers in their first week.

"Appa!" Junyeong, the daddy's boy, immediately ran to his father. Junseok followed his dongsaeng but instead of running and hugging him, he slightly bows to greet him respectfully.

"My boys!" You hear Junmyeon laugh excitedly, carrying the two boys in his arms. He walks to you with a toothy grin. "Boys, close your eyes." He playfully told them and kissed you in the lips.

You close your eyes at the feel of his sweet, plump lips. "Jagiya." He whispers against your lips and the hair on the back of your neck stood. He gave you butterflies just like how he did when he confessed to you in high school at a random karaoke place. You remember vividly how he asked you out thirteen years ago and that thought still made sparks fly.

He breaks the kiss before the two boys can open their eyes and see what their parents were doing. He kisses you on the temple after and bends down to kiss your baby bump. You couldn't be any happier, you thought.

"What are you guys doing here?" He asks with a euphoric glint in his eyes. "Thought we can go out since it's been a while we took the boys out. Besides, Junseok has been bored at home lately." Junseok's eyes visibly lit up at what you said. Despite knowing that he was a responsible hyung, you knew he was still a kid and he still liked knowing that you paid some attention to him. You place a kiss on his cheek which makes him giggle.

"Really? Then we should go to the new restaurant nearby? I heard they have good steak." Junmyeon offers you a smile, awaiting your response. "That's exactly what I was thinking." You blush at the thought of having the same ideas with your husband. "And that's why we're soulmates." You giggle at what he said.

The walk to the nearby local restaurant lasted for five minutes. Your feet were sore but you couldn't say it aloud. You would ruin it for Junseok who only smiled now.

You wince when you feel your swollen feet ache. Junseok gives you a concerned glance but you dismiss it quickly with a smile. Junmyeon walks slower so he could walk beside you. "I'll massage it at home?" He gives you an apologetic smile and you chuckle at your husband's sweetness.

"Whatever, jagi." You chuckle as he readjusts the two boys in his arms. Junmyeon must've been working out extra lately. He could carry the two boys effortlessly which meant he made an effort so he could do this. Your heart swells at that.

You arrive at the restaurant and Jun places the two kids on the ground. The waiter shows you to a table for four and it made you smile. Dates with Jun used to happen in nice restaurants like these. It used to be just you two but now, you have two other Juns and another addition coming on the way.

"Hey, you okay?" Junmyeon asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Nothing, I'm just happy I have you. And the kids." You scrunch your nose at what you said. You weren't the type to say sweet things like this. It was him who had the romantic bone in the relationship. But every time you said something like this, Junmyeon would blush. Right now, he's red.

You sat down beside Junseok who was behaved in his seat while Junyeong bounced on his father's lap. The three Juns really looked alike as if it was only Junmyeon who made them. The two boys looked nothing like you.

"Spaghetti!" Junyeong cheered when Junmyeon scanned the menu. "Junseok-a, what do you want?" Junseok shook his head profusely at your question.

You sigh at how humble and understanding your son was. He never ordered anything for himself. Instead, he opted for what you wanted for him to eat. He liked to depend on your decision once in a while.

"Fried chicken for me and Junseok. Also, a strawberry ice cream for him." Your son visibly smiled at you. You knew him and small things like these were enough to make him feel like he's on cloud nine.

"Two rib-eyes too, well done. And one spaghetti." Junmyeon nodded at the waiter who was listing down our orders. "Drinks, sir?" The waiter asked. "Just water for everyone." He winks at you.

"So this dinner is a.. celebration." You fiddle with your fingers. Despite this being the third time you are to reveal your baby's gender, it still made you a little nervous.

Junseok's eyes were focused on you as you opened his backpack and got the envelope of results out. Junmyeon looked nervous, happy and excited all at the same time.

You tear the envelope and pull the paper from the inside. You gulped, even making Junmyeon more nervous as if this wasn't his third time too.

Your eyes scan the paper. It hovers over the bottom with the 3D ultrasound of the baby inside your womb. Your heart soars and tears couldn't help but pool in your eyes. Happiness wasn't enough to describe what you were feeling. Words could never give justice as to how you feel so blessed and joyous.

"It's a boy." You whispered in tears of joy, handing the results to Junmyeon.

You earn a gasp from Junseok and tears from Junmyeon. He was just as ecstatic as he was when he first heard about Junseok. The spark in his eyes never dimmed, he was the best father to your kids. Silently, you thanked the heavens for giving you such a perfect man.

Junmyeon reaches for your hand across the table. He brought Junyeong to your side and made him kiss your belly. "Welcome to the family, little one." He whispers before kissing it himself too.

"It's another Jun?" Junseok asks out of the blue while his father was sobbing on his knees. "Are you happy, baby?" You ask him caressing his head, his eyes alight like his father's.

"I thought I only wanted a baby sister but hearing about him right now, I'm really excited to meet him, eomma!" He exclaims, being the kid that he hasn't been recently. He envelopes you in a hug and you can't help but cry more. Junseok wipes your tears away and gives you a kiss.

"Don't cry, eomma.." He said with the brightest smile he had today. You laugh at how he reacted. Just like his father, Junseok was just as protective.

You thought you were lucky when you had Junmyeon. Now, you were going to have four.

[baekudo]

suho: now, ksoo, im counting on you to take care of your brothers while im gone

child! ksoo, stares at suho in disbelief: but im not in kindergarten yet, wyd.

[olionheartedgirlo]

Husband Material / Part 7 (Final)

Word Count: 1469

Be prepared for the very Suho-esque joke to wrap up the series :)

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The months passed quickly, Suho being the same supportive wonderful husband that he was in the beginning of the pregnancy.

“Holy shit!”

“What’s going on?” Suho ran into the kitchen frantically. “Did you drop something?”

That had been happening a lot lately, and because of your stomach, you could never pick anything up.

“I just had a contraction.”

“Are you sure?” His eyes were wide, the beginning of panic setting in.

“It feels like someone just stabbed my cervix so I’m pretty sure it’s happening Suho!” Your voice rose as the sentence progressed, waddling past him as fast as you possibly could manage.

“Okay! I’m going to go and get your bag and put it in the car and then come back and get you and put you in the car.” He ran upstairs, faster than you had ever seen him move before.

“I can put myself in the car!” You shouted after him, struggling to slide your shoes on.

“Don’t move too quickly!” He warned, stumbling back down the stairs with a duffle bag full of things you could potentially need.

“I’m fine Suho, if I don’t keep an even, quick pace I feel like I’m going to topple over.” You opened the front door, letting him walk behind you with his arms in the shape of a beach ball, just incase you fell.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as you got into the car, trying to buckle your seatbelt.

“I’m fine, the contraction passed.”

Suho pulled out of the driveway, driving at least thirty kilometres over the speed limit.

“We’re going to die before we even make it to the hospital if you don’t slow down.” You warned him, hand reaching over to his knee. “Don’t worry. We have time.”

Suho let out a deep sigh, “I know. I’m just nervous.”

“I’m nervous too.”

“You’re having a baby.” He sighed out. “Our baby. We’re going to be parents.”

“You put the crib together yesterday right?” You asked.

There had been so many delays with it. You were supposed to receive one from your parents and that didn’t work out, so they gave you money to get a new one. You ordered it and it was the wrong colour, and they sent for another one. It came into the store, but did not get delivered to your house.

Suho looked over at you quickly, a tight smile plastered on his face. “Of course I did. It’s all ready to go up there.” He held your hand up to his mouth, kissing it sweetly.

He didn’t build it, but you didn’t have time to argue. There was no telling how long it had been since the last contraction and you were baring down to take it at any point. Why hadn’t you looked at the clock?

———

Getting you into the hospital was the easy part. Getting you a room was an entirely different situation. You were three days early. You hadn’t planned for this.

Does anybody?

After a long wait, in a wheel chair, during which time you had two more contractions and Suho had managed to call almost every single person the two of you knew within a ten kilometre radius you were finally being helped into a bed by Suho and a very kind nurse.

“Just press this if you need anything,” She pointed to the nurse call button, “I’ll make sure I’m the one to come.”

“Thanks so much.” You couldn’t imagine how much more difficult the day would be going if you had had a nurse that was on the grumpy side.

Suho’s cellphone rang and he jumped up.

“Who is it?”

“Sehun.” He answered the call, walking towards the door. “Hey, yea, we just got a room. She’s doing well…” His voice got quieter, but you could still hear him on the other side of the wall. “You can’t figure out how to put it together? There are three of you there. How hard can it be?…In mandarin? Just figure it out.”

You were trying to hold back your laugh as he came back around to your bed.

“They said they’ll be here in about an hour.” He sat down on the edge of your bed, taking your hand in his. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You shifted uncomfortably. “I’m saying it now, because I can guarantee you, in about another hour, I won’t love you so much anymore.”

———

You weren’t wrong either.

Labour was going quickly for you, (compared to other women, your doctor explained). But that didn’t mean you were in any less pain. All of your friends and family were arriving, coming in in small groups to say hello and wish you well, but the more people that came in the more annoyed you were getting.  You just wanted to be all by yourself. And that didn’t mean all by yourself with Suho. That meant: All. By. Yourself.

Finally everyone had cleared out again and it was just you and Suho. He was sitting on the chair beside you reading a book. Every time he flipped a page you could feel the nerves creeping closer to the top of your skin.

“You know what!” You half yelled, “Honey,” You tried to calm your voice down, “Can you go get me some ice chips?”

“Of course.” He set the book down and kissed your forehead, walking quickly out of the room.

It didn’t get any better afterwards.

———

It was time.

This was the moment the last nine months had been leading up to. All of the tears and the yelling and the eating and the being sick. It was all for this.

“Okay, the baby’s crowning.” The doctor said.

In the room was Suho, your mother, and his mother. Suho was standing next to you, both of his hands holding one of yours, he was breathing with you, telling you over and over again that you were doing a great job.

“One last push now.” The doctor told you. “On three.”

Everyone was counting.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

You yelled as you forced yourself to push, just one last time.

Then you heard crying.

And relief washed over you.

“You did it, baby.” Suho kissed your sweaty forehead, looking quickly between you and the baby that the doctor was holding.

“You have a little girl.”

“Can I see her?” You reached forward sleepily, waiting for someone to place her in your arms.

“Dad, do you want to cut the umbilical cord?” The nurse asked Suho, but you weren’t really paying attention, your head falling back into the pillow.

“We’re just going to clean you both up and then you can hold your daughter.” One of the nurses said to you.

“I’m really thirsty.” You mumbled.

“We’ll get you something.” Your mother said, patting your shoulder.

The next thing you knew your daughter was being placed in your arms. You had never seen anything so beautiful in your life and for the first time ever you knew what unconditional love felt like. You were going to raise this baby to the best of your ability with the love of your life. And at that moment you felt like you were both going to be amazing parents.

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~ Three Weeks Later ~

The crying hadn’t stopped all night. It hadn’t really stopped for the last three weeks. Not since you left he hospital.

You rose, from your pillow, getting ready to get up.

“Just lay back down.” Suho whispered, pulling you back towards the bed by your forearm. “I’ll calm her down.”

“You did it last time.” You rubbed your eyes.

“I’ll do it.” He kissed your cheek, pulling the comforter back over you.

As he got up and opened the door the crying got louder. You listened for his feet padding down the short hallway and into your daughter’s room. Then it was completely quiet.

You woke up to the sun peaking through the drapes, feeling, for the first time since you got home, like you were well rested. Getting up you walked down to the nursery, surprised at the sight before you.

Suho was asleep in the armchair, your daughter on his chest, also asleep.

They looked perfect.

As you stepped in the floor creaked, waking Suho up. As he looked over at you he smiled, mouthing good morning. You took the baby from him, placing her back into the crib. Letting him pull you down onto his lap you snuggled into him, feeling the softness of his shirt against your cheek.

“How did you get her to go to sleep?” You asked.

“Sometimes a girl just needs her daddy.” He laughed lightly. “Did you sleep well?”

“So well.” You let out another yawn. “Your shirt is really soft.”

“You know what it’s made of?” He asked.

“What?”

“Husband material.”

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Thanks for reading to the end everybody, hope you liked it :)