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Seungcheol walked through the door to his and Essie's home to find her sitting on the floor, and tears streaming down her cheeks. He automatically went into panic mode, kicking off his shoes and dropping his gym bag to the floor before rushing to her side. "What happened?"
She holds a onesie and pants set, bursting into tears again. It was a custom-made set just for their son. The onesie was red with white hemming, printed on it was 'Appa & Eomma's little cherry' with a picture of cherries. The pants are white with cherries printed all over them. Some of the mums in their make-up and wardrobe team had gifted a basket of baby items and postpartum stuff for Essie at the end of their tour.
Seungcheol's heart ached as he took in the sight of his wife, her shoulders shaking with each sob. Reaching out, he wraps his arms around her. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. "What’s wrong? Talk to me," he tells her, his voice soft and soothing as he gently rubs her back.
She takes a shaky breath, her fingers gripping the fabric of the onesie tightly. "We've been so busy with tour, side projects and everything else that I don't think I think it's fully set in that we're having a baby. I feel like I haven't even adjusted to being pregnant and now that I'm able to just take a moment, it feels so real now," she said between sobs, their journey into parenthood finally feeling like reality to her. "It's gone so fast. He's almost here and I'm not ready for him to be."
Seungcheol's heart ached at her words. He understood that feeling all too well. The weight of impending fatherhood was weighing down on him more and more as they neared their son’s due date. "I get it," he murmured, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. "I really do," he continued, wiping away a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. "It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. We've been so busy and it's our first time doing this. It's going to bring a lot of emotions, good and bad."
Essie sniffled, managing a small smile through her tears as she nodded. "I just want to be the best eomma to our son."
"Trust me, you already are," he assures her, squeezing her hand gently.
She took a deep breath, letting his words sink in as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand that he isn't holding. "You really think so?"
"I know so," he replied with a confident nod.
Her smile widened a little, and for a moment, the heaviness she was feeling lifts from her shoulders Their eyes locked in an exchange of sincerity and trust. “You’re already the best appa to our son too,” she reassured him, fully aware of his own insecurities leading into fatherhood.
He gives her a soft smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. "We've got this," he says.
Essie lets out a soft gasp, feeling a strong kick coming from inside her womb. "I think he agrees," she chuckles, taking her husband's hand and placing it on her almost 8 month pregnant belly. "We might just have a little dancer on our hands. He's been active all day."
"Practising for his debut stage," Seungcheol jokes. "Our little cherry will be stealing the spotlight once he makes his debut."
"Until then, I need you to help me up because he's been pressing on my bladder for the last twenty minutes and I can't get up on my own," she says, the desperate urge to use the bathroom resurfacing now that she's calmed down.
He chuckled softly, his heart warming at her playful tone despite the situation. Carefully lifting her to her feet with ease, he holds her steady, making sure she has her balance before letting go.
"Thanks, Appa," she said with a teasing smile as she waddled toward the bathroom, her movements becoming more awkward, clumsy and slower in the later stages of pregnancy.
Seungcheol followed closely behind, ready to catch her if she stumbled.
