this isnt that good but i wanted to write for barista jaemin because OH MY GOD
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‘Hi, what can I get you today?’
Your brain short-circuits when you make eye contact with Jaemin for the first time.
You always came to this cafe, considering it was only around the corner from your lecture hall, but you definitely had not seen him before. You would remember his face.
Suddenly the order that you would repeat nearly everyday just ceased to exist in your head.
Jeno suddenly leans over the counter, smirking ‘cat got your tongue? your usual I take it?’
‘Sorry. I’m just tired,’ you quickly make an excuse as Jeno, your normal barista shoots you a knowing look, ‘I stayed up half the night studying.’
‘Y/N, this is Jaemin, our new barista, and unofficial baker. I’m helping training him at the moment. Jaemin, this is Y/N, a regular and someone who tips well, so be nice to them.’
‘Yes Sir,’ Jaemin jokingly salutes Jeno, before Jeno disappears into the back to make your drink.
You’re not sure what to say when you’re left alone with Jaemin, but he immediately begins talking with you.
‘How long have you been coming here?’ He asks, tapping away on the register’s screen to ring you up.
‘Uh, since I started taking classes around the corner, so maybe 6 months now?’
‘Ah, so you go to university here. Me too, what course are you on?’
‘I do {subject},’ you smile, now having the perfect chance to take in his beauty without being weird about it.
‘I’m taking a culinary course,’ he nods, ‘I really want to open my own cafe or bakery one day.’
Your heart thumps. The most beautiful boy is in front of you, and his dream is so adorably wholesome.
‘That’s so cool…I’m still a bit lost myself,’ you purse your lips, staring at the white cake covered in swirling pink icing and strawberries on the counter. You’d never seen this elaborate of a cake before, so you imagine it must be the work of Jaemin.
‘Did you make that?’ You point to it, and he grins.
‘Yeah, I made it this morning.’ He smiles so fondly towards the cake, almost like it was his baby.
‘How much is it to get a slice? It looks so good.’
‘On the house,’ Jaemin shrugs, turning around to grab a knife to cut a piece for you.
‘W-are you sure? I don’t mind paying-‘
‘Hard working pretty girls deserve free cake,’ he grins cheekily, and you fight back the blush that crawls up your neck and fills up your face.
Where is Jeno?
You’re snapped out of your weird trance when he places the plate down with a clunk.
’Thank you very much,’ you shyly take the cake, mouth almost watering at how good it looks, cream, jam and sliced strawberries in a row in the middle, ‘I owe you one.’
‘It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.’
Over the coming days, you see a cycle of different cakes sit inside of the glass display case. On Tuesday its a rainbow cake, on Wednesday its a chocolate cake, and on Thursday, it is a completely pink cake covered with red and white marzipan hearts.
‘Where do you find the time to make these?’ You ask as Jaemin prepares your order, genuinely curious as to how on earth this college student had managed such a feat.
‘I wake up quite early,’ he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, cheeks turning a light shade of pink at your words.
‘You’re so creative. I don’t know how you think of something different to do everyday.’
‘Well, I tend to try and just express my thoughts and feelings.’
Your eyes flick back down to the cake in the display case, the one looking fit for valentines day, despite the fact it was mid April.
‘And what are you feeling today?’
Jaemin smirks, turning the steamed milk into your drink into the standard latte art.
‘I don’t know,’ he sets down your drink, which is on a small tea plate, ‘depends how you answer this.’
Your heart rate speeds up dramatically. A heart was drawn out on the surface of your drink, a pale pink branded napkin under your mug with the words ‘go on a date with me?’ and a phone number scrawled out in black pen.
You’re speechless for a moment, unsure of whether or not this gorgeous man was really asking you on a date. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his sweater paws from his huge white sweatshirt, making your heart warm even more.
‘I- I’d love to go out with you, Jaemin.’
His once anxious expression morphs into a huge smile, his tense shoulders dropping.
summary: You work at the school library, which comes with the unfortunate repercussions of having to deal with Na Jaemin, the captain of the soccer team and incredibly gorgeous school flirt who finds fun in teasing you.
Word Count: 2.2K
Warnings: none
Genre: fluff
A/N: this is my last one part story coming out because I have a new series starting soon that I’m v excited for!
The SMU library was located just west of the quad, hard to miss. The building had a domed top, complete with a sun-roof, and every inch of the walls were lined with books. Any kid at the campus had been there more than once to cram for a test, or finish an assignment, or in the cases of some people you knew, get some sleep in order to avoid an annoying roommate.
You were a psychology major, and while that led to a pretty packed schedule, your professor, being absolutely great, never held class on Fridays. So every Friday afternoon, you put on your name tag and went to work at the library, checking out books, helping worried students in a rush to finish a research paper, and finishing up shelving books.
You pushed the thin metal frame of your glasses higher up your nose as you finished loading the cart with newly returned books that had to be shelved. The librarian was taking a sick leave, leaving you with one other worker who was late again. With a good push, the old cart finally moved, just in time as the bell at the front desk rang. Why they had a bell was a real mystery. “Coming,” you called, wheeling the cart out of the back room. “How can I- oh, it’s you again.”
There’s another aspect of this job that’s as predictable as the anxiety-riddled kids and your coworker being late, and that was Na Jaemin, who decided to drop in every week, well, to be more exact, every Friday just to talk you up. He flashes you the smile that you’ve basically memorized based on how many times you’ve seen it, his soccer bag thrown over one shoulder as he leans over the desk. “Hey cutie,” he winks and you have to physically restrain yourself from throttling him. “Come around here often?” His unapologetically loud tone catches the attention of more than a few people, whose eyes are now trained on the school flirt trying to sweet talk the library worker.
“I work here, dumbass, you’ve seen me here for the past 12 weeks.”
“And I think I speak for both of us when I say it’s been the highlight of our week.” Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head as you walk past him with the cart. “SO I saw you at my game last week. Checking me out on the field?”
“Don’t over-inflate your ego, balloon boy.” He’s incessant, walking along as you shelve books. “I was there with Mina, she has a crush on Jeno, he likes her too, I’m trying to get them together, keep up. Besides, you’re not much to watch on the field.”
“I made 6 goals, gorgeous,” he defends, grabbing the book you’re reaching for and sliding it into it’s place.
“You know, you’d be more help if you actually checked books out. If your cult following saw you at the library, maybe they’d come too. Actually study for once.”
“Ooh, is this you trying to spend more time with me?” He wiggles his eyebrows and you wack him with a book.
“What the fuck, no, why would I want to see more of-” you trail off as you stand on your tippy toes to slide an economics book into it’s place, but it’s just out of reach. Jaemin, chuckling, takes it from you and puts it away with ease. “Beanpole,” you grumble.
“Shortcake.”
“Isn’t this the part of your visit where I reject you and you assure me you’ll win me over before you leave?”
“Usually, but I’m shifting things up a bit, routine is boring. Looks like you need some help shelving all these books and from what it looks like, you’re the only person working here. And you’re- somewhat vertically challenged, unlike me.”
“So what you’re saying,” you sighed, sidestepping him and stepping on your tip toes to slip another book into place. “Is that you serve the same purpose as a step stool?”
“Ha ha, very funny.” He deadpans, grabbing some books from your cart. “Like you said before, sweetheart, my cult following means more business for the library,”
“Okay, so how do I know you won’t just flirt with them as I do all the work?”
“Sugar, you’re the only girl I’m flirting with,” he winks and you roll your eyes, shoving him away. “Come on, I need some sort of reaction from you,” he whines and you clap a hand over his mouth.
“Shut up, this is a library.”
“And I’m flirting with you,”
“Really? I didn’t notice. You’re losing your touch, Na.” But he stays on your heels as you work your way around your library. “Look, you wanna work here? Talk to the librarian when she comes in tomorrow, she goes through potential applicants.”
“And what if I want a date with you?”
“Well I can’t make it too easy for you, now can I? Then it’s just boring.”
“Oh, so you’re admitting you like me?” And suddenly he’s too close, leaning over the other side of the cart with his face centimeters away from yours and the bookshelf pressed against your back. You scoff, looking away as you slip out of the small space. “Deny it all you want, princess, you know you love me.”
“I’d love to kick you in the-”
“Jaemin!” Haechan calls him from the entrance of the library, looking very stressed. “Come on, practice is starting soon!”
“Buzzkill,” Jaemin sighs, but still flashes you the same flirty grin. “You know where to find me, babe.”
“Great, so will the hit man I send after you.” With a roll of his eyes, another wink and a blown kiss, he mimes putting a phone up to his ear and mouthing “call me” before Haechan drags him out of the library, looking very exasperated. You finally allow your face to flush, leaning your forehead against the cold wood of the bookshelf. Na Jaemin, you’re going to be the death of me.
***
The next week, you make your way to the library again, being greeted by the librarian before heading to the back room again. “Hana, how much did you- you’re not Hana.” And suddenly it’s like a bad dream come to life because Na Jaemin’s shoveling book’s onto a cart with a smug smirk you’d like to slap off of his face. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You groan, dropping your bag onto a corner and pinching your arm to make sure this is real.
“Shut up, princess, this is a library,” he mocks, tossing a book at you. “Some girl came in asking for this, she should be still waiting at the desk.”
Sure enough, there’s a girl waiting for her copy of A Tale of Two Cities outside. She smiles slyly at you, leaning over the table as you scan her student ID. “Does Na Jaemin really work here now?”
“Yeah but-”
“Hey babe,” Jaemin pokes his head out. “Give me a hand with these?” The girl’s face drops, automatically pulling an assumption about the two of you as Jaemin grins and your face blushes bright red. You don’t look at her as you hand her the book, whacking Jaemin on the back of the head. “Ow, what did I do?”
“You idiot, she thinks we’re dating!”
“What’s so wrong with that?” He smirks, getting a little too close for comfort as he leans forward over the other side of the cart.
“So many things, just so many things.”
“Come on, I started working here, I can’t be that bad.”
“Is that a question or a statement? Don’t you have soccer practice today?”
“Aww, you pay that much attention to my schedule?”
“What?!” You shove him and he laughs. “No, stop-”
“It’s alright, beautiful, I get it. And no, I moved practice to Thursdays.”
“Just so you could work at the library?” He nods, not giving it much thought. You on the other hand, are starting to turn pink and bury your face into a copy of Milk and Honey as if you’re checking out the bar code.
***
So Na Jaemin is finally starting to not get on your nerves. He gets in earlier than you, and while his flirting hasn’t completely stopped, he has stopped throwing around pet names and asking you out on dates. He does also get a lot of work done, so he’s nice to have around in that aspect, and- okay, maybe you’re starting to like the guy.
“Hey gorgeous,”. He stopped throwing the nicknames around, doesn’t mean he’s stopped using them in entirety. It’s well into February and Jaemin walks in late for the first time, pulling a snow-sprinkled beanie off his head and placing a starbucks cup on the desk in front of you. “For you, keeper of books.”
You roll your eyes, but take a sip. “White chocolate mocha, how’d you-”
“I have my sources,” he winks and takes a sip of his own coffee, which looks like if someone turned the souls of the innocent into liquid. He doesn’t even flinch as he takes a long gulp, and you’re slightly worried for the man. “SO what are we doing today?”
“Well no one’s here so there’s nothing really to do but stamp some of these cards.”
“Some?” He gestures to the large pile of books next to you that still need to be stamped, and you just shrug. “Okay, two people can take this down faster, hand me a book.”
***
“NO! That did not go in!” Jaemin protested. A few hours later and you both had finished stamping the rest of the books. With nothing left to do, you both had turned to a regular game of table football, but you were on the ground, so was it floor football? Ground football? Your mind was racing, probably because after finishing your own drink, you and Jaemin had shared the rest of his, and all that espresso was really making you both giddy.
“It so did!” You roll your eyes and pick up the little paper football, ignoring Jaemin’s outcries. “Which means I’m 2 points ahead of you!”
“Oh yeah, well one last round, winner takes everything,” Jaemin offers, leaning over and daintily plucking the piece of paper from your fingers.
“What are we betting?” You pout, slumping back to the ground and forming a goal as Jaemin lines the football up.
“Okay, we each go twice, and the winner decides what the loser has to do.”
“Fine.” Jaemin positions the football and takes his shot. It clearly passes through your goal, and you wrinkle your nose at him. “Show-off.”
“Just go for it.” Your first one flies through Jaemin’s goal easily, and his next one does the same. “It’s all on you, L/N,” he teases, passing the football over to you between his thumb and index finger.
Oh god, what was he gonna make you do it you lost? You positioned the football, ready to win and make Na Jaemin do whatever you wanted when-
ding, ding, the bell rung just as you pulled your finger back to flick the ball. You flinched and the football passed to the right, missing the goal by a few inches. Jaemin snorted, pumping his fist up in victory. “no, no no no, the bell rang, that doesn’t count”
“Uh uh, one last round, L/N, we didn’t say any more! I win!” He disappears to answer the bell and you sigh, laying in worry as to what he’s gonna make you do.
When he comes back, you’re getting up. “Hey, hey, where do you think you’re going, we have a bet to handle.”
“Ugh, fine, what do I have to do?” You groan. Cheer for him at all his games, set him up with a friend? Cover your shift all by yourself?
“Go on a date with me.”
“Wait, what?” He smiles, not a smirk or a grin, just a small smile and bends down to your eye level, repeating the words again.
“Go. on. a. date. with. me. tomorrow.”
“You want to go out with me?”
“Thanks for finally noticing,” he laughs. “Come on, I think your opinion of me has raised enough for one date. And if it does bad, I’ll let the whole thing go, forever. I promise.”
What’s stopping you? It’s just one date, anyway, but what scares you is if it becomes more than just one date. “Okay,” you nod, still in shock. “Tomorrow, 6:00, pick me up from my dorm.”
Jaemin laughs again and grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you in for a hug. You smile, and then he catches you off guard by kissing your cheek. “Finally, it took me 6 months to get a date with you! Uh, okay, 6:00, I’ll pick you up, dress casual- yeah, okay. Our shift is over, I gotta go!” Scooping up his bag, he waves one last time before disappearing from the back room.
Still in a haze from everything that just happened, you sink against the wall, smiling as you bury your head in your hands, the small paper football still closed in one. What were you getting yourself into?
➸ request from anon; hehe could you write about hyucks and jaems kids going on a playdate or picnic together if you want!
➸ note; hi anon I hope this is what you wanted🥺 decided to do this ab jaemin bc I miss writing ab him
➸ word count; 624 words
➸ yewon & jejun; aged 3
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‘Yewon sweetheart, have you got your lunchbox?’ You ask while zipping up Jejun’s blue puffer coat, which his tiny three year old body is drowning in.
‘Yes mummy/mommy,’ she chirps, holding up her lime green bag that you had packed with sandwiches and fruit earlier this morning.
‘Good girl,’ you smile, ruffling her hair.
Jaemin appears from down the corridor,
Yewon’s purple raincoat hanging from between his fingers.
‘Are you excited to see Kyungah, Yewonnie?’ Jaemin asks Yewon as he puts on her own coat.
‘Yeah! We’re gonna play on the tree swing,’ she babbles, referring to the wooden swing that was attached to a tree outside of Donghyuck’s house.
‘I don’t want to go on the swing mama,’ Jejun mumbles quietly to you, pouting.
‘You don’t have to Junie,’ you assure him.
‘It’s cold..’
‘I know Jun, that’s why you’ve got your big coat on.’
You and Jaemin take a twin each. Yewon insists on being carried by Jaemin to the car, tiny hands clasped around the back of his neck. Jejun happily walks hand in hand with you.
The twins have a conversation in the backseat between themselves, something about dogs and cats.
Once you arrive at Donghyuck’s house, Yewon begins to bounce in her carseat, itching to be out of the restraints.
‘Be patient,’ Jaemin tells her sternly, unbuckling the seatbelt, ‘Kyungah isn’t going anywhere.’
As soon as it was possible, she practically flung herself out of the car, barrelling down the path to the front door.
‘Yewon!’ Jaemin tails after her, trying his best to scoop her up, but failing.
‘Yewonnie crazy,’ Jejun comments, and you giggle.
‘And you’re not?’
‘No, mama. I’m calm.’
You chuckle, ‘if you say so Junie.’
Yewon insists on having Jaemin lift her up to ring the doorbell.
Donghyuck answers rather quickly, face brightening up at the sight of his niece.
‘Yewonnie!’ He smiles (yk that aegyo voice he does,,) ‘you look cuter every single time that I see you!’
Yewon shies away into Jaemin’s neck, going a bit red in the face.
‘Kyungah?’ Donghyuck calls, and you hear the little girl thudding down the stairs as you’re walking up the path with Jejun.
‘Yewonnie!’ Kyungah shrieks, and you smile fondly as the two girls wrap their tiny arms around each other in a weak hug.
‘Dalgun upstairs, little man,’ Donghyuck informs Jejun, who swiftly peels off his velcro shoes and trots off to go find Donghyuck’s oldest.
‘Come on Yewonnie, let’s go swing,’ Kyungah smiles, grabbing a hold of Yewon’s tiny hand and running down the bank towards the big tree.
The three of you follow at a leisurely pace, closely watching as Yewon hauls herself onto the wooden swing, waiting for Kyungah to start pushing her.
When the pushing begins, Yewon is barely two feet off the ground but is squealing gleefully, ‘higher!’
‘Hold on tight,’ you holler.
‘I am!’ Yewon yells back, words filled with giggles and shrieks.
’She’s been going on about that swing all morning,’ Jaemin tells Donghyuck, who grins.
‘I’m happy she likes it here. It’s nice to watch the second generation grow up.’
You hum in agreement, before furrowing your eyebrows, ‘you’re not going to make all of the kids form a some huge co-ed group, are you?’
‘We can’t rule it out,’ Donghyuck says, ‘you never know, SM could make like another supergroup with all of the kids-‘
‘You could bring back produce 101-‘
‘Mummy/mommy!’ Yewon screeches, trying desperately to get your attention, ‘look how high Kyungah pushed me!’
In reality she’s maybe two and a half feet off the ground but she’s acting as though she’s flying.
‘We did pretty well huh?’ Donghyuck muses.
You lean into Jaemin’s side, slowly entangling your fingers, ‘yeah, we did.’
warning(s); none really but lots of talk of food + pregnancy (although not y/n for once lmao)
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‘Here’s your tea beautiful,’ Jaemin places the tray on the glass table next to you, the ice inside of your fruity tea hitting against the glass.
You take it, gulping it down as he sits down next to you on the swinging chair, slinging an arm around you.
‘Where are the girls?’ You ask, watching your son who is kicking around a football by himself in the garden.
‘Upstairs I think. Chae wanted to paint Yewon’s nails or something.’
You lean into Jaemin’s shoulder, tiredness from the day of running around after your three children finally catching up to you.
‘You can sleep until everyone gets here,’ Jaemin hums, kissing your head softly, ‘I’ll wake you up.’
‘Mmm okay,’ you bunch up your legs so they’re up on the chair with you as you rest your head in his lap. You toy with the wedding ring on your finger, eventually falling into a deep sleep.
——————
You and Jaemin had had a gorgeous wedding.
When the twins were one and a half, Jaemin proposed to you. You had taken the kids to go and stay with Jaemin’s parents for a few days, back in your hometown.
His parents had let you go out on a date night, and you decided to go and have a night picnic underneath the apple trees.
Once you were filled to the brim with sandwiches, chocolate and fruity cider, Jaemin had taken your hands given you a heartfelt speech and presented a beautiful glittering ring.
Naturally, you immediately squealed out a ‘yes,’ and fifteen months later, you were married.
Chaeyeon and Yewon, along with Doyeon, Chaeryeong and Mina were two of your bridesmaids. The nearly three-year-old Yewon was incredibly confused by the entire event, whining when she was woken up early. The two girls were dressed up in absolutely gorgeous dark blue flowing dresses (which they were incredibly excited about) and happily paraded around all day. Chaeyeon had randomly fashioned herself and Yewon white flower crowns, both of which fell off their heads at some point, never to be seen again.
It’s been a year since then, and just after your first wedding anniversary, you moved into a bigger house, far outside the city and into the countryside. It wasn’t that far from your old house, so you could still live life as you did and see your friends just as much.
As the twins grew, you began running out of space, so moving into a larger house felt right.
’This feels like a forever home,’ you had told Jaemin when you first moved in and were unpacking some of Jejun’s toys into his new bedroom.
‘It does,’ Jaemin mumbled in agreement staring out of your son’s bedroom window at your wraparound porch.
Today, you had invited your three best friends as well as the dreamies to your new house for a sort of housewarming/barbecue party.
‘Why is mama asleep dad?’ Jejun asks Jaemin as he waddles outside onto the porch.
‘She’s just tired and having a nap,’ Jaemin explains to his son who nods.
‘What time is… aunties and uncles coming over?’
‘In an hour,’ Jaemin replies, ‘do you need me to help you get dressed?’
‘No, I’m okay dad,’ he smiles, ‘I can do it myself.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes!’ his son insists, and Jaemin watches as he turns on his heel and heads back into the house.
Not even thirty seconds later, he hears someone thudding down the stairs. He immediately recognises the sound to be Chaeyeon.
‘Mum/mom?’ She hollers, stopping in her tracks when she notices you asleep on Jaemin’s lap.
Jaemin silently prays you don’t wake up, but you do anyway, instantly responding to your daughter calling out for you.
‘What?’ You mumble sleepily, eyes still half-closed.
‘Uh… Yewon spilt nail polish remover on the carpet.’
‘For fucks sake,’ Jaemin hears you swear under your breath.
‘I’ll sort it out, Y/N,’ he carefully removes himself from under your head, leaving you to flop down flat on the cushions.
‘I’m sorry, she didn’t mean to, I just took my eyes off her for two seconds-‘
‘It’s okay, Chae. Accidents happen,’ Jaemin reassures the panicking Chaeyeon.
Jaemin was always like that with the kids. He hated reprimanding them for little tiny mistakes, and liked to show them that it was ok to make those mistakes as long as they owned up to them. He was only strict with them when he really needed to be, and that was rarely because all three of your children were very well behaved most of the time.
Chaeyeon was currently thirteen years old, the twins being four. Sometimes you struggle to come to terms with the fact your tiny baby girl was so grown up. It feels like just yesterday you brought her home to your tiny college apartment, and now she was a teenager and you were living in your forever home.
Chaeyeon had taken on the role of ‘big sister’ beautifully. Despite being a stroppy and moody teenager she made a lot of time to spend time with both of her younger siblings. Since she was a considerable amount of years older than them, Yewon really took to her older sister. She really looked up to Chaeyeon, and constantly begged her to put makeup on her and help her with her homework. She would often go to Chaeyeon for help even before she came to you.
Jejun however, would ask his two older sisters to play basketball outside with him. Naturally, Chaeyeon would absolutely demolish both of them, due to her tall stature in comparison to the two four-year-olds. Yewon and Jejun would usually forget about their brutal loss after Chaeyeon put an episode of Pokemon Indigo League on the TV.
You hoped they would be this close forever.
——————
‘Don’t you think they look like us?’ Mina comments, watching Soeun, Chaeyeon and Yuna sit around your fire pit, giggling at something on Soeun’s phone.
‘Who’s who?’ Chaeryeong asks.
‘Well Chaeyeon is obviously Y/N. Soeun reminds me of Doyeon at that age. And Yuna… she’s like you, Chaeryeong.’
‘That’s so random,’ you argue, ‘Soeun and Yuna aren’t even related to Doyeon or Chaeryeong.’
‘Basically, you’re dumb as hell,’ Chaeryeong chimes in.
’That’s a bit harsh,’ Mina mutters.
‘Not my fault you don’t know how genetics work-‘
‘Oh, give it a rest you two,’ Doyeon interjects, cradling her large baby bump, ‘you’re giving me more of a headache than I already have.’
‘Sorry Doyeon,’ Mina apologises quietly, ‘it keeps slipping my mind.’
Doyeon had had a really hard time getting pregnant. It had been a couple of years for her and Jeno since they’d gotten married, and they were both really struggling. You had seen the way it affected Doyeon, the way she would longingly watch Chaeyeon and the twins playing together, and the way she would look at Chaewon when she was pregnant with her and Donghyuck’s third daughter, Yuha.
Just as they were about to turn to a drastic method such as IVF, Doyeon had naturally gotten pregnant and was about seven months along. Since it was Doyeon, she looked as though she was breezing through. She was always glowing, looking absolutely stunning despite the humid weather.
People often joked that Mina and Mark were the last of the couples to have a baby but Mina insisted they had ‘a couple more years until that happens.’
They were married, although didn’t have a wedding. They randomly got eloped without telling anyone a couple of years ago. You honestly couldn’t fault it; the whole thing was so inexplicably them. For a few months they both insisted that they would have a small reception one day, but eventually stopped talking about it and it was never brought up again.
As for Chaeryeong, she recently got a new girlfriend, Ryujin, who you had been introduced to a few weeks previously. She was quiet to begin with, naturally terrified at the prospect of meeting her partner’s best friends, but loosened up once she realised that you were all in fact friendly. All three of you approved of Ryujin very strongly, hence the reason she was currently sitting on a rocking chair on your decking.
‘I come bearing alcohol,’ Yerim announces, walking up the wood stairs, followed by Chaewon.
‘Pass me a one of those,’ Mina motions to the can of beer, which Yerim tosses to her.
‘I probably shouldn’t drink anything,’ Chaewon says, looking over to the seven-month-old on her hip, ‘but the rest of you, go crazy. Except for you, Doyeon.’
Various cans are passed around, along with the cracking and hissing of cans opening.
‘Where are the rest of the kids?’ Donghyuck asks as he appears with the dreamies, eyes scanning the garden.
‘Yuri is playing with the twins,’ Chaewon tells him, ‘they’re on the trampoline.’
‘Oh yeah,’ he shakes his head, ‘I don’t know how I didn’t see that.’
You smile blissfully when Jaemin sits down on the swinging chair beside you, sliding an arm around your waist and kissing the side of your head gently.
‘Are you still tired?’ he whispers.
‘Yeah,’ you lean into his shoulder and chuckle dryly, ‘but I’m fine.’
‘I’ll let you have a lie-in tomorrow. I’ll take the kids for a bit.’
’Thank you,’ you sigh, feeling your eyelids begin to droop closed.
‘But you can’t sleep now,’ he murmurs, ‘have something to drink.’
And so you force the fruit flavoured alcohol down, gradually beginning to feel more buzzed and awake.
Chaewon tries her hardest to keep Yuha happy while you all chat and occasionally laugh loudly.
Yet again, Yuha is the absolute double of Donghyuck, so naturally also the double of Yuri. While Yuna was on the paler side, Yuri and Yuha had deep brown skin and hair, along with Donghyuck’s huge shining eyes.
Chaeyeon and Yuna were still as close as ever, like sisters almost. They still attended the exact same school, meaning that they were together every single weekday. On the weekends, Chaeyeon was either at Yuna’s house or Yuna was at your house.
‘Don’t you think we should start grilling some of the meat, Jaemin?” Jeno asks after taking a huge gulp of beer.
‘Yeah, most of it is in the fridge,’ Jaemin replies, placing his own drink on your garden table to follow Jeno to the kitchen.
‘I don’t think I’ll be able to eat,’ Doyeon whines, ‘it feels like my stomach is the size of a pea.’
‘Mhm, it gets that way towards the end,’ you hum reflecting on the final weeks of your previous pregnancies.
‘How is he doing in there?’ Chaewon asks Doyeon.
‘Well, he’s kicking the shit out of me at the moment. But it’s nice to feel him move.’
She fiddles with the hem of her dress as a slight breeze rushes past her, her hair lightly fluttering in the wind.
You think about your c-section scar and the multitudes of stretch marks that have faded away over time.
‘Mama,’ a voice snaps you out of your trance. Yewon is stood in front of you, pouting.
‘Yeah, sweet girl?’
‘W-when dada and uncle Jeno finish with the… the bar-bi-cue can I have a burger?’
‘Yeah, of course you can, dada and uncle Jeno are just getting everything out to cook now.’
You tuck some stray hairs behind her ears, admiring her face. Yewon looked exactly like Jaemin, as did her twin brother. From the sheer amount of photos you’ve seen of baby Jaemin, you’re not sure you’d be able to tell the difference between Jaemin and Jejun.
‘Auntie Doyeon?’ Yewon suddenly pipes up, shuffling on her feet so she is stood in front of her.
‘Yeah Yewonnie?’
‘Is your baby out yet?’
Doyeon laughs, ‘no, not yet Wonnie. He will come out in around... two months.’
‘Oh. Is your baby still a boy?’
‘Yes sweetheart, he is.’
Yewon just nods, seemingly deep in thought.
‘Why don’t you go play with your brother, Maya? He’s playing alone.’ You motion to where Jejun was bouncing a basketball up and down by himself.
‘But I want to sit with aunt Doyeon,’ Yewon pouts, ‘a-and the baby.’
‘Yewon-ah,’ comes a voice from the wooden stairs leading up to the deck.
It’s Chaeyeon, who has broken away from her two ‘cousins’.
‘Chae Chae,’ Yewon lisps out her nickname for her older sister, watching her as she approaches.
‘Come on Yewonnie, don’t you wanna come and play with the girls?’
You and Chaeyeon exchange a quick glance. You and Chaeyeon have always seemed to have some sort of silent understanding of each other. She knows you get tired. She can see it in your face when the twins call out for you for the millionth time that day, immediately rushing to either twin’s aid so you didn’t have to. You hated the thought of her feeling obligated to help, but she often volunteered to watch over them so you could ‘go to sleep.’
Chaeyeon seemed to understand that you and Jaemin were young when you had her, and that you went through a lot of struggles in her first few years of life.
It also helped that the twins loved their ‘Chae Chae.’
‘Can we play with Markie as well?’
‘If Junie wants to,’ Chaeyeon nods, ‘should we go ask?’
‘Yeah,’ Yewon agrees, taking her older sister’s hand and skipping away, dragging her along towards Jejun.
‘I love how close they are,’ Doyeon comments as Jaemin and Jeno emerge from the side door of your house, hands full with food ready to be grilled.
’Need any help with that?’ You offer as they’re obviously struggling, packets of sliced cheese falling onto the floor (thankfully sealed).
‘Nope, we’re doing absolutely fine,’ Jaemin hisses while you pick the fallen items up.
You pile up the food in your own arms, joining them as they stroll across the grass.
‘You can put it all down here Y/N,’ Jaemin tells you when you reach the picnic bench.
You dump the contents of your arms onto the tabletop.
‘Do you need any more help?’
‘No, we’re fine sweetheart,’ Jaemin smiles warmly, ‘you go and sit down and have a good time.’
‘Okay… are you sure?’
‘Yeah, we’re absolutely fine,’ Jeno reassures you, ‘just make sure Doyeon doesn’t lift a finger for me.’
‘Done. Jaem, the kids are still playing together so make sure you keep an eye out for a stray twin. The last thing we want is burnt fingers…’
‘I promise I will look out for any loose twins.’
’Thank you,’ you stand up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek.
You’re about to pull back but he grabs your waist, giving you a long and sweet kiss. Jeno pretends not to notice as you playfully fight him off.
‘You’re both disgusting,’ Jeno fake gags.
‘You’re the one with the pregnant wife,’ Jaemin quips back.
‘I wouldn’t be surprised if you two end up with another one-‘
‘NO, I am very much done with having kids thank you very much,’ you interrupt Jeno, ‘worry about your own.’
You jokingly clip him around the head and he swats at you like you’re a fly that’s bothering him.
’Anyway, I’m going to go sit with your wife now,’ you smirk, wandering back over to Doyeon.
‘They better hurry up, I’m starving,’ she whines.
‘Yeah, but two bites of a burger and you’ll be full,’ you reply, and she huffs.
‘For fucks sake, I want him out NOW.’
‘You’ll want him back in once he comes out,’ Chaewon murmurs, and you realise she’s now feeding a squirming Yuha.
Donghyuck is watching over Chaewon’s shoulder affectionately, making different funny faces at Yuha, who takes no notice.
‘Have they started grilling the meat?’ Jisung asks.
‘God knows what they’re doing,’ you sigh, sinking into your chair.
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‘Mama, can you put ketchup on my burger?’ Jejun asks, presenting the bottle to you.
‘Yeah, of course I can buddy,’ you take the sauce from him, flipping his burger open and squeezing a somewhat average amount of ketchup onto the beef.
’Thank you, mum/mom.’
‘You’re welcome sweetheart… does your sister need any help?’
‘No, she didn’t want sauce.’
‘Ah, okay.’
You’re on kid duty. Jaemin and Jeno have grilled the majority of the meat, so you’re helping Jejun and Yewon pick out what they want and putting it on the plate for them.
‘Do you want anything else Junie?’
‘No, I’m fine.’
‘Okay. Chae Chae is sitting on the picnic table if you want to sit with her.’
And with that he skips off, clutching his paper plate tightly.
‘Are the kids all sorted?’ You head Jaemin ask from behind you.
‘Yeah, they’re all set,’ you sigh happily, ‘Junie got his ketchup so he’ll be in a good mood for the rest of the day.’
Jaemin chuckles as he snakes his arms around your waist from behind, pressing a single kiss to your neck.
‘And will Mrs Na be in a good mood for the rest of the day?’
‘It depends...’ you decide to tease him, ‘can Mrs Na have a nice bath and some quiet time later while Mr Na puts the kids to bed?’
‘Mrs Na certainly can.’
Jaemin gently tips your chin up to catch you in a long kiss, ‘because it’s what Mrs Na deserves.’
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A short hour or so later, all food had been completely devoured.
Mina was so drunk she was struggling to stand, and Yuha began fussing and whining, likely wanting her nap.
‘Shh, baby girl,’ Donghyuck tried desperately to make her stop, but the seven-month-old eventually got her way.
‘We should probably head off... she really needs to nap, I’m sorry,’ Chaewon apologises.
‘No, no, don’t apologise, you know I understand,’ you insisted.
She smiles weakly, ‘thank you, Y/N. What would I do without you, huh?’
You think it’s quite the opposite.
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‘Bye auntie Mina,’ Chaeyeon exclaims as she hugs her aunt tight.
‘Oh, goodbye my darling,’ Mina squeezes your daughter tight, ‘I’ll hopefully see you once you go back to school.’
‘Ugh, don’t even talk about school,’ Chaeyeon groans, eyes rolling.
‘What, you don’t want to go back?’
‘No. It’s boring.’
‘You won’t be the only one, Chae,’ you point out, ‘the twins are starting primary school in September.’
‘Jesus, are they that old already?’ Doyeon appears from seemingly nowhere, cradling her bump.
‘You’ll blink and your little one will be that old,’ you retort, chucking at Doyeon’s terrified expression.
Mina, Mark, Chaeryeong, Ryujin, Doyeon and Jeno were the only people still at your house after everybody else had left.
After one last glass of wine each (sans Doyeon obviously, who had water) you were finally saying your goodbyes.
It was golden hour; the setting sun casting its light over the blades of grass in your garden.
Yewon and Jejun were playing on the sort of climbing frame swing-set hybrid Jaemin had spent days on end building for them. Yewon had recently worked out how to make herself swing, and her tiny body was currently flying through the air, much to the chagrin of Jejun who was sitting completely still.
‘Chae, go help Junie would you?’ Jaemin asks, and she immediately runs over to help push her brother on the swings.
‘Higher!’ Jun’s voice echos as Yewon comes to a stop, now desperate for her older sister’s attention.
‘Anyway,’ you giggle, taking tiny steps towards Ryujin to give her a hug.
‘It was nice to see you, Y/N,’ she says.
‘It was nice to see you too, Ryujin. Now take care of my Chaeryeong or there will be consequences.’
‘I will, I will!’ She insists, a massive smile stretching across her face.
‘Ok, move over love so I can say goodbye to Y/N,’ Chaeryeong butts in, gently and playfully shoving Ryujin out of the way so she can give you a huge bear hug.
’See you soon, Y/N.’
‘I’ll see you, Chae.’
There is a long silence before it is shattered by your other two best friends.
‘Well let us join in!’
Before you know it, you’re stuck in a four-way group hug.
‘It’s so shit how we barely see each other now,’ Doyeon cries and you all nod and hum in agreement.
‘I guess we’re all just adults now,’ Mina shrugs.
‘You’ll always be my best friends though,’ you murmur, ‘but let’s not be sappy. Come on, I’ll walk you all out.’
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It’s pitch black outside. So dark that the only light that fills the house is the artificial white and yellow lights coming from various appliances in your kitchen.
You’re washing up the dishes from dinner when Jaemin surprises you by wrapping himself around you, clutching onto you like you’re his lifeline.
‘Yes?’ You ask, and he just groans and buries his head in your neck.
‘Tired.’
‘What time is it?’
‘Nine. We should probably get the twins to bed.’
‘Are they in their pyjamas?’ You ask, wondering whether you’ll have to fight that battle tonight.
‘Yeah, I put them in their PJs after I gave them a bath around an hour ago.’
‘Come on then. I’ll finish these in the morning.’
You both tiredly make your way up the stairs and up to the twin’s bedroom.
By this time, they’ve already put themselves to bed or are playing some random game together on their carpet floor.
When you open the door, they’re sitting on their respective bean bags, Yewon staring intently at something in a picture book, and Jejun fiddling with a random Mickey Mouse figurine.
‘Bedtime, twinnies,’ you announce, and they both groan loudly.
‘But mama, I was reading!’ Yewon whines.
‘You can finish reading in the morning, come on.’
She pouts, closing her book and placing it on the floor next to the bean bag.
‘Come on Junie,’ Jaemin says, and Jejun places the figure on the floor.
You both take a twin each, holding them by the hand and leading them to the bathroom.
‘Do you need help with your toothpaste Junie,’ you ask, and he nods.
‘I’m sorry, mummy/mommy,’ Jejun mutters, ‘I just make it go everywhere.’
‘That’s fine baby,’ you smile, ‘here.’
You squeeze out a generous amount of toothpaste onto his child-size toothbrush, wetting it once again and handing it to him.
‘You know how long to brush, don’t you?’
‘W-when song ends,’ he answers, referring to his singing toothbrush.
’That’s right buddy,’ you smile.
You and Jaemin observe them for the two minutes while two extended versions of the Paw Patrol theme song play quietly at different times.
Once the song is over, they step up onto their own stepping stools to reach the sink.
‘Okay, are you both ready for bed now?’ Jaemin asks them.
’We need to say goodnight to Chae Chae,’ Yewon tells you as though you’ve said something completely idiotic.
‘Of course,’ you smack your forehead, ‘let’s go.’
The two of them slowly make their way to their older sister’s bedroom, and they’re about to open the door when you interrupt.
‘Knock please, you two.’
And so Yewon knocks softly, finally pushing the door open after Chaeyeon responds with a soft; ‘come in.’
‘We’ve come to say goodnight,’ Jejun explains.
Both of the twins crawl onto Chaeyeon’s bed, and she opens her arms for them to crawl into.
‘Na-night Junie,’ she places a kiss on the side of his head, before switching to Yewon ‘na-night Yewonnie.’
‘Guh-night Chae Chae,’ they chorus in return, and you and Jaemin watch fondly from the doorway.
After a few more moments of cuddling, they both climb off Chaeyeon’s bed, following you and Jaemin back to their bedroom.
‘Okay, to bed you two,’ Jaemin instructs them, and they both comply, engulfing themselves under their blankets.
You flick on Yewon’s nightlight, and she smiles as the projection of the pink galaxy appears on the ceiling above her.
‘Goodnight, Yewonnie,’ you coo, pushing the stray baby hairs away from her face.
‘Goodnight mama,’ she whispers, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck, ‘I love you.’
‘I love you so much more, sweet girl.’
Usually, this would go back and forth, each of you trying to one-up each other on who loves who more. But it’s late, and Yewon is far too tired, so you press a kiss to her forehead.
‘Goodnight sweetheart,’ Jaemin takes over from you, placing an identical kiss on her hairline, ‘I love you.’
‘I love you daddy,’ Yewon mumbles, ‘guh-night.’
‘Are you going to say goodnight to Junie?’ You ask her.
‘Na-night Junie,’ she calls to her twin, who’s across the room in his own bed.
‘Na-night Yewonnie.’
‘Now it’s your turn buddy,’ Jaemin swiftly crosses the room to kneel at his son’s bedside, ‘goodnight little man.’
‘Goodnight dada,’ Jejun yawns, leaning up to give Jaemin a wet kiss on the cheek.
‘I love you Junie.’
‘I love you too, dad.’
‘Sweet dreams, Jun,’ you add, before receiving a kiss of your own, ‘I love you.’
‘I love you more mama.’
You and Jaemin carefully sneak out of the twin’s room, slowly clicking the door shut. It’s deadly silent in the house.
‘Is Chae already asleep?’ You ask, and Jaemin furrows his eyebrows.
‘I don’t think so,’ he says, beginning to make the trip down the corridor to Chaeyeon’s room.
‘Sweetheart?’ He asks as he pokes his head around her bedroom door.
‘Yeah?’ Chaeyeon looks up from her phone, and from the looks of things she’s just about to go to sleep.
‘We just put the twins to bed so, we’re just coming to say goodnight,’ you clarify, and she locks her phone, tossing it aside.
You both knew that Chaeyeon wouldn’t be going to sleep for hours yet, considering it’s summer and she’s a teenager, but to make sure you don’t wake up the twins later, you’re saying your goodnights now.
‘Goodnight, mum/mom,’ she smiles, holding her arms out so you can give her a hug.
‘Goodnight my baby,’ you lean down to give her a tight squeeze, which she returns, ‘I love you so much.’
‘I love you too, mum/mom.’
‘I love you Chlo,’ Jaemin chimes in, ‘goodnight.’
‘Goodnight dad, I love you too.’
As soon as her bedroom door is shut again, you collapse in Jaemin’s arms.
‘Exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe how tired I am.’
Jaemin chuckles, ‘I know. Let’s go to bed, we can cuddle.’
‘Hmm, yes please.’
‘Y/N?’
‘Yeah?’
‘I feel like I don’t thank you enough for the kids.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean, they’re my absolute everything. I’d be so lost without them... and you gave them to me.’
‘Technically you gave them to me, but-‘
‘No, they’re all you. Beautiful, kind, talente-‘
‘Shut up Jaemin. All three of them are like your twins. I’m so thankful they all got your smile.’
‘And I’m so thankful that you are the love of my life and the mother of my children.’
‘Jaemin...’ you’re choked up now, ‘what’s brought this on?’
‘I don’t know,’ he laughs, ‘I’ve just been thinking about it lately. I’m just so lucky to have such an amazing wife and three happy and gorgeous children.’
‘And I... I’m lucky to have you too Jaemin.’
‘Chaeyeon is the biggest blessing I have ever received,’ he’s staring straight into your eyes, ‘obviously we didn’t plan on it, but the entire thing made me grow up very quickly. And all of those memories - the good, and the bad, I hold so close to my heart. Thank you for giving her to me.’
‘I love you, Jaemin.’
‘I love you, Y/N,’ his voice cracks a little, and you think he may cry, but he doesn’t.
‘Let’s go to bed okay?’ You offer, and he nods rapidly.
You take him by the hand and lead him towards your bedroom, gently pushing the door open. You both quickly bury yourselves under the thin summer-friendly blankets, wrapping limbs around each other.
‘Well, Mrs Na, I’ve had an incredible day.’
‘I have too,’ you smile, ‘I’m just thinking about it now. I can’t believe at one point I was keeping Chaeyeon a secret from you.’
Jaemin laughs loudly, ‘yeah, and I thought you were dating Chris Bang.’
‘What?’
‘Yeah! I did! Obviously I was very wrong. And thank god I was.’
‘I was absolutely terrified to tell you. I’m so happy I did instead of just... running away or something.’
‘Could you imagine?’
‘I’d rather not.’
‘Yeah, I wouldn’t have our lives any other way,’ Jaemin smiles fondly as he pecks your lips, head melting into the pillow before his eyes flutter shut.
‘Me neither. But what I know for a fact is that Na Chaeyeon was the best secret I’ve ever kept.’
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note; and it’s over. firstly... holy shit. thank you so so so so so so fucking much for the endless love and support i have received over the last six months. what started with lockdown boredom (and baby fever tbh) has turned into an eighty part fic... i’ve began writing and published several fics over the last six years and never once have i finished one. thank you all for giving me the motivation and purpose to carry on writing even when i didn’t feel like i had any. thank you for reading my honestly incredibly mediocre writing and sending me such lovely asks and messages. so many writers i love and admire have read this fic, which is absolutely insane??
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finally, i just want to say that it really hurts to say goodbye to these characters (yeah, real people but, in this universe, characters ig) so thank u mark, renjun, jeno, haechan, chenle, jisung, doyeon, mina, chaeryeong, yerim, chaewon, nayoung, yeonjung and even wonyoung and hyewon and especially everybody’s favourite, jaemin’s mother <3
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warnings; moments of angst, family rift, mentions of alcohol, mentions of birth, mentions of breastfeeding, very mild injury
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The first month was hard.
You quickly learned that Chaeyeon was an incredibly fussy baby; waking up at ungodly hours of the night screaming at full pelt or whining and demanding during the daytime.
She hated whenever you or Jaemin attempted to put her down anywhere, preferring to constantly be in your arms.
Consequently, you were awake half the night every night, and during the day you were both like walking zombies.
Sometimes you felt as though you were going slowly insane.
’She smells like baby,’ Doyeon remarks as she holds Chaeyeon against her chest, ‘her head smells good.’
You were still in your pyjamas, face completely devoid of makeup and hair unbrushed.
’She does smell good,’ you mumble, ‘doesn’t stop her from crying half the night.’
Doyeon doesn’t respond, only giving you a sort of half pity smile.
Jaemin, who was sitting beside you, takes your hand in his and rubs circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.
You fight the urge to cry, tears of tiredness and frustration bubbling to the surface.
‘Hey, what’s wrong,’ Doyeon asks, rushing to kneel in front of you as fast as she could with the baby in her arms.
‘I’m just tired,’ you break, allowing yourself to break down properly and sob.
Jaemin wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to him.
‘I’m so so tired,’ you cry, ‘I love her so so so much but I’m so tired.’
Doyeon and Jaemin exchange alarmed glances.
You let out shaky cries as Jaemin cradles your head against his chest, placing multiple kisses to your head.
‘And sometimes she just cries and cries and cries and I don’t know what’s wrong! No matter what I do I can’t calm her down… I’m such a bad mothe-‘
’No,’ Jaemin interrupts, ‘don’t you dare say that.’
‘But I am!’
‘Y/N, we’re doing just fine,’ Jaemin insists, ‘she’s healthy. She has more than enough toys and food and most importantly, she is so so so loved. We’re doing the most we can.’
‘I just... sometimes worry that maybe I can’t do enough.’
‘Oh Y/N,’ Doyeon sighs, pulling you into a side hug.
‘You’re doing so well. So well. You’ve coped so well until now,’ she comforts you, ‘everyone is so proud of you. So proud of you both. You know you can always ask for help if you need it? You know everyone is here for you.’
‘I know,’ you swallow the lump in your throat, ‘and I’m incredibly grateful. I promise I’ll ask for help when I need it…’
‘You better,’ Doyeon smiles, ‘we all want to help you.’
‘I think maybe you should go to bed, Y/N,’ Jaemin suggests, ‘while she’s settled. Go and nap.’
‘Okay,’ you mumble, ‘I’ll nap then…’
It wasn’t long until Chaeyeon began to cry again, mostly because she needed to be changed. Jaemin took care of it, shutting the door in her nursery so you couldn’t hear her crying as loud.
‘Please don’t be so hard on your mama,’ Jaemin whispers to her when she stops crying, ‘we love you. Please just go easy on us from now on.’
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You gave her her first bath the second night after she came home. Jaemin ran it, placing the tiny newborn sized bath inside your own bathtub, filling it with the bath tap and repeatedly checking the bath temperature.
You were standing in her nursery, staring down at Chaeyeon who was swaddled in a crisp white fluffy towel.
‘It’s ready,’ Jaemin calls softly.
‘Are you ready for your bath baby?’
She gurgles, and you mentally prepare yourself for what you’re about to go through.
‘I think she is going to hate it,’ you grumble as you enter the bathroom to see Jaemin on his knees next to the tub.
‘We can’t put it off just because she’s going to hate it,’ Jaemin says, and you know he is right.
‘I know,’ you swallow the lump of nerves in your throat, ‘is the temperature right?’
‘Yeah, I checked it like ten times. It’s fine.’
You place Chaeyeon on the soft bathmat on the floor and slowly unravel the towel from around her, avoiding her confused stare.
‘Don’t you feel like one of us should sit in with her-‘
‘Y/N,’ Jaemin interrupts, gently rubbing your arm, ‘she’s going to be fine.’
‘I know I just don’t want her to be upset,’ your voice cracks as you speak, and you’re suddenly wiping hot tears away.
You know it’s just the hormones and the tiredness and the fact you don’t think you can stand to hear her cry again, that being one of the only sounds you’ve heard for the last fifty-something long hours.
‘She might like it, Y/N,’ Jaemin adds, and once again, you know he is right.
‘Okay.’
You reluctantly lift her up from under her armpits, shuffling on your knees to get closer to the bath seat.
Jaemin helps you sit her properly in the tub, and you both tentatively take your hands off her body, nervous that she would slip down under the water.
To your surprise, she doesn’t move, most likely because Jaemin’s hand was supporting her head.
Chaeyeon whimpers for a few seconds before actually becoming silent, much to your shock.
‘You hold her and I’ll bathe her,’ you instruct Jaemin who nods.
You grab a jug from the shelf of the bath, dipping it into the water and then slowly pouring it over Chaeyeon’s body.
She whines loudly and begins squirming.
‘It’s okay sweet girl,’ Jaemin murmurs, ‘you’ll feel so much better once you’re nice and clean.’
‘Maybe the sponge will be better,’ you mutter mostly to yourself.
You find that Chaeyeon does prefer the sponge, so you lather it up with the Johnson’s baby wash and generously washing her body with it, trying really hard to avoid knocking what’s left of her umbilical cord.
She stares at you, utterly confused as you carefully wash her head of tiny hairs, placing your hand horizontally over her eyes so the shampoo doesn’t go in her eyes.
‘I bet you’re happy to get all that nasty gunk off of you,’ you pout dramatically as you gently scrub at some unknown substance on the side of her head, ‘it was a bit messy when you came out.’
Jaemin hums a random song as you speak, fully focused on holding Chaeyeon in the correct position.
Once you had finished washing her hair, you reached for one of the towels on the rack behind you.
‘Ok, let’s get you nice and dry.’
You spread the towel out in your hands and lift her out of the bath from under her armpits again, manoeuvring her so her chin is resting on your bare shoulder.
You quickly wrap the towel around her back, before using the toilet to steady yourself to stand up.
Jaemin follows you as you take her into her nursery again, laying her down on her changing mat on the table.
‘Can you get a baby-grow please?’ You ask Jaemin immediately begins to rifle through her clothes drawers while you gently dry her with the towel and put a diaper on her.
He picks out a white baby-grow with lemons printed all over it.
‘I’ll put it on her,’ Jaemin taps your arm, almost encouraging you to move out the way, ‘and I’ll try and put her down. You go to bed.’
You don’t protest at all, slowly trudging towards your bedroom.
You swear you hear Jaemin singing, but you’re not sure as you eventually slip into a deep sleep.
‘Chae, Chae, Chae, look at me.’
You can hear Jaemin from the other room loudly trying to get the attention of your daughter.
‘What are you trying to do?’ You ask, making your way into her nursery.
It looked somewhat different now, most of the newborn things replaced with clothes and items fit for a four month old.
Chaeyeon was currently laying on a mat on the ground, completely ignoring Jaemin for the mobile and various small toys hanging above her.
‘I’m trying to play with her,’ Jaemin pouts, ‘but she’s more interested in the hanging toys.’
She smiles, holding onto the soft hanging star and kicking her legs excitedly.
‘It’s not your fault a fake star is more interesting than you,’ you tease him, and he glares at you.
‘I just want to play peek-a-boo with her,’ he whines.
‘I swear you whine more than she does,’ you giggle, and he shoots you a glare.
‘Oh, she’s looking at me,’ Jaemin chirps when he turns back around.
He leans over Chaeyeon so that he’s essentially towering over her and covers his face with both of his hands.
’Three, two, one, peek-a-boo!’
Her face lights up, eyes and mouth widening in glee. She waves and kicks her arms and legs, causing Jaemin to chuckle.
’See, she likes it,’ he claps.
After a few seconds, Chaeyeon slaps her hands against her forehead.
’She wants you to do it again,’ you laugh.
‘Aww, you’re so clever, sweet girl,’ Jaemin coos, pinching her sides lightly, ‘ok, dada will do it again.’
He covers his face once again, and you watch fondly as Chaeyeon attempts to make grabby hands at Jaemin’s face, but can’t reach.
‘One, two, three, peek-a-boo!’ Jaemin calls, opening his hands up once again to reveal his face to her.
What shocks you this time, is that she shrieks, letting out hearty giggles that echo around the apartment.
‘Oh my god, Y/N,’ Jaemin turns around to look at you, utterly wide-eyed, ‘she’s never done that before.’
Suddenly you’re kneeling on the floor next to him, completely enamoured by the small girl in front of you.
‘Do it again,’ you nudge him in encouragement, and he immediately complies with your request, placing his hands over his face and counting.
‘One, two, three, peek-a-boo!’
Chaeyeon shrieks in delight once again, giggling so much for so long that she actually catches her breath, coughing lightly.
‘Oh baby,’ you coo, picking her up and patting her back to help her get over the cough.
She stops coughing quite quickly, much to your relief.
‘You went a bit in over your head there, didn’t you,’ you laugh, rubbing her back.
Chaeyeon settles her head on your chest, looking at Jaemin, who silently performs the ‘peek-a-boo’ action.
She begins laughing again, and you can feel the vibration of her chest against yours.
Her laugh is like music to your ears, and you realise this is one of the first times you’ve heard her make noise other than crying or whining.
You stroke her hair as Jaemin repeatedly performs actions to induce giggling from Chaeyeon. It goes on for some time before she yawns loudly.
‘You’ve tired her out now,’ you jokingly scold him.
She’s still slumped across your body, cheek resting on your chest. You hold the side of her head, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.
‘Is that not a good thing?’ Jaemin reaches a hand out to stroke the side of her forehead.
Chaeyeon yawns again, rubbing her head against your chest in order to try and get comfortable.
‘You want a nap Chae? Okay, let’s put you down for a nap.’
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‘Daddy,’ Yuna lisps, clawing at Donghyuck’s jeans with her tiny hands.
‘Yes, baby girl?’
The first time you and Jaemin heard Yuna utter those words to Donghyuck, you were stunned. You were incredibly surprised that Donghyuck had taken the title of Yuna’s dad in his stride, as though it was easy. He eventually moved in with Chaewon after Yuna had turned one, and as everyone expected, he filled the role perfectly.
Donghyuck spent a lot of the day with Yuna, as Chaewon had just gone back to school full time.
‘Hungry,’ she murmurs, and Donghyuck nods, reaching into the bag that Chaewon had clearly packed, pulling out a small plastic box.
‘You want some ‘nana?’ He asks, and Yuna nods rapidly, bouncing up and down on her feet.
Donghyuck pulls off the lid from the container, before holding it out to Yuna, who grabs a small fistful of banana and stuffs it in her mouth.
’S’nice?’ Donghyuck grins, and she nods rapidly.
He ruffles her hair, ‘good girl.’
You notice how Chaeyeon looks on, eyes meticulously following the banana.
‘Chloe,’ you call, and she looks to you, ‘are you hungry too?’
She just keeps staring at you, and you take it as a yes.
You choose a random food pouch from the fridge, before grabbing one of her coloured plastic bowls and spoons from the cupboard.
You were still in the middle of attempting to wean Chaeyeon off breastmilk, which was initially incredibly difficult, but she eventually warmed up to the idea of having something other than milk for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Yerim watched as you prepared the food, sipping on her glass of water while Donghyuck watched all three of the girls. It’s not like Chaeyeon could go anywhere and Yuna was far too clingy with Donghyuck, leaving Soeun to be the only real piece of hard work.
Soeun was just over one and a half, and was incredibly mobile, running off in all different directions, much to the dismay of Yerim (or Jongdae, depending on the day) who would have to chase after her.
You chatted about random things as you squeeze the ‘banana + peaches’ puree into the bowl.
‘Does she like the fruity stuff?’ Yerim asks, seeming genuinely surprised.
‘Yeah. I gave her the veggie stuff at first, like we were supposed to, but she eats more of the fruit-based stuff.’
‘Huh,’ she shrugs, ‘Soeun loved peas. I was a little bit worried she would turn green or something…’
You burst into uncontrollable laughter at her words, ‘I don’t think that’s how it works.’
‘They go orange if they eat too many carrot-based foods,’ she argues, ‘I thought it was the same for… other stuff.’
‘How have you kept her alive,’ you roll your eyes.
‘I genuinely don’t know.’
You place the bowl onto the tray attached to Chaeyeon’s high chair, before returning to the living room to collect Chae.
‘It’s dinner time for you missy,’ you say before lifting her up off the play mat.
At first, she’s annoyed, kicking, whining and reaching towards the mat, but as soon as she spots the bowl, she grows silent. Yerim laughs as you lower her into her seat and clip her bib around her neck.
‘So fickle.’
You decide not to let her wait, scooping up a generous amount onto the spoon and waiting for Chaeyeon to open her mouth and accept the food. She does so very quickly, small amounts of dribble and puree leaking out of the corners of her mouth. You use the bib to gently wipe it away, staining the fabric a strange pinky-orange colour.
‘Wow, she’s such a good eater,’ Yerim comments, ‘I wish Soeun would have taken food like that when she was seven months.’
‘Yeah, she really likes her food,’ you mumble, ‘just like her parents.’
‘She’s the sweetest,’ Yerim grins, and Chaeyeon begins giggling loudly when Yerim pulls funny faces at her.
‘Does she like the aeroplane?’ She asks, ‘Soeun likes that. Or the Choo Choo train.’
‘I’ve never tried it,’ you admit, ‘well I guess I could try it now.’
You gather up some more puree onto the the spoon then hold it above Chaeyeon’s head. Her eyes follow it, closely watching it. You inhale loudly to get her attention.
‘Here comes the aeroplane,’ you feel kind of stupid, but wave the spoon around anyway, bringing it closer and closer to her tiny mouth.
It takes her a few seconds to get the idea, but eventually she gets the idea and parts her lips, happily eating the spoonful of food.
‘Good girl,’ you clap and she gives a couple of weak claps in return, smiling to herself, knowing she’d done right.
It doesn’t take long until Chaeyeon begins refusing spoonfuls, indicating that she’s full, so you wipe her face once more and take off her bib, throwing it in the washing basket, before placing her bowl and spoon in the sink to wash later.
‘You just wanna play with Soeun and Yuna don’t you?’ You set her back down on the ground.
She looks quite upset when she realises both girls are out of reach, Yuna on Donghyuck’s lap and Soeun running to greet her mother.
’Soeun, go play with Chae,’ Yerim instructs, but you hold up a hand to interrupt her.
’No, I want to see if Chae will crawl to them.’
‘You think she will?’
’She’s been dragging herself around on her stomach recently. I think she wants to but just doesn’t know how,’ you pout.
’She’ll figure it out eventually,’ Yerim reassures you, ‘it took Soeun what felt like months to work it out. To be completely honest once they start crawling, you can never keep up with them.’
‘It’s so irritating,’ you sigh, ‘I want her to learn and develop so bad but I don’t want her to grow up.’
Donghyuck and Yerim nod, both looking like they know exactly what you’re talking about.
Chaeyeon half-heartedly points towards Soeun, sort of trying to shove her body weight in her direction before bursting into tears.
‘Oh, no, it’s okay Chloe,’ you feel bad for not helping her the first time, and you sit down next to her, rubbing her back while she sobs.
Soeun toddles towards her, dropping down onto the mat next to Chaeyeon. Chaeyeon calms down pretty much straight away, happy to just be with her friend.
’I might as well just give up, she’s not going to start crawling any time soon,’ you sigh, watching Chaeyeon mindlessly babble away to Soeun, who is holding a few purple Duplo bricks, attempting to stack them in a tower.
‘She will eventually, Y/N, you just need to give her time.’
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A few days later, you’re laying in your bed watching reruns of ‘My Dream Home’ with Chaeyeon laying on your chest. You know she’s not asleep, as she’s playing with your hair, occasionally tugging on it while blowing spit bubbles and raspberries onto your shirt. You don’t mind, because you know you’ll probably change into one of Jaemin’s T-shirts when he gets home.
You were planning on putting her to bed at half seven, which was when this episode ended, playing it a low volume so it wouldn’t cause her to become more alert.
During one of the advert breaks, you were just staring into the distance, being careful to not give Chaeyeon any attention when the front door clicks open.
‘I’m home,’ you hear Jaemin call, and you silently curse him out for being so loud.
Chaeyeon automatically lifts her head, turning the direction that Jaemin’s voice had come from.
‘Agh,’ she babbles.
‘Yes, Chloe, it’s daddy,’ you kiss the side of her head.
Jaemin enters the room, face lighting up at the sight of his two girls cuddling.
She squeals as he comes into view and he giggles as you manoeuvre Chaeyeon onto her stomach in front of you.
‘Hi sweetheart,’ he smiles at her.
‘How come you’re home so early?’ You ask.
‘Work was quiet,’ he responds simply, leaning over to quickly kiss your forehead before retreating to the end of the bed.
Jaemin made a point of not moving too away from Chaeyeon, both of you were still trying to encourage her to crawl to something she wants.
‘Who’s that Chae?’ You pinch her sides and lift her so she’s on her hands and knees.
Jaemin kneels next to the end of the bed, making it so he looks closer to Chaeyeon. Chaeyeon whimpers and for a second you’re worried she’s going to burst into tears again, but instead, she reaches a chubby arm forward, before placing her hand down a considerable distance away from where it originally was.
You and Jaemin are completely silent, not wanting to interrupt whatever thought process she was having. For a few seconds she seems to be trying to push herself along on her stomach, but not being able to account for the extra weight her legs brought. The room is still deathly silent except for the sound of Jonathan Scott droning on in the background about an open floor plan. For a few seconds she still seems completely perplexed, but eventually manages to drag one of her legs along the bed.
You and Jaemin are both holding your breaths in anticipation. Suddenly she manages to move her other leg, then her other arm, and she’s suddenly crawling properly. You both dramatically let out the breaths you’ve been holding, clapping and praising Chaeyeon, who is quickly crawling towards Jaemin and falling into his arms. She squeals as he jumps to his feet, repeatedly presses kisses to her cheeks. Jaemin walks around the bed to the empty side, placing Chaeyeon next to you, then climbing into bed so that she is in the middle of you both.
‘I’m so proud of you sweetheart,’ you’re both cuddling her, occasionally kissing her.
’So smart,’ Jaemin hums in agreement.
‘Y/N,’ Jaemin says.
‘Yeah?’
‘Why don’t we, just this once, let her sleep here,’ he looks hopeful.
‘In between us?’
He gives you his best puppy dog eyes, and you can’t help but give in.
‘Ok, but just this once.’
‘Yes!’ He celebrates by placing a big wet kiss onto Chaeyeon’s cheek, prompting her to break into a fresh wave of giggles, ‘we’re gonna have a sleepover tonight baby! Yes we are, yes we are! Oh, and, I love you Y/N.’
You just let his excitement take over, and soon enough, both are completely dead to the world.
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‘Ok. Phase two. Walking.’
‘Jaemin she is eleven months,’ you point out, ‘she can barely stand up for more than five seconds before falling down.’
‘You hear that Chae? Mama doesn’t believe in you.’
‘Shut up,’ you swat at his arm, ‘stop putting words in my mouth.’
Chaeyeon stares at you both blankly, shoving her entire fist in her mouth for some reason.
She was standing up, other hand tightly clutching the edge of the sofa cushions. The first time she hauled her tiny body upright was terrifying to you; the fact she could stand up completely unaided made you feel like she would be running wild in no time.
‘I don’t like it when she does that,’ you comment.
‘What do you mean?’
‘When she stands. I feel like she’s going to fall over or something.’
‘She’ll have to learn to get back up.’
Suddenly Jaemin holds out his arms to her, ‘Chaeyeon, come here.’
She stares at him in complete confusion.
‘Come on, you can do it,’ he encourages.
’I don’t think she can, Jaemin,’ you say, ‘she doesn’t know what you want her to do.’
‘You know what,’ he suddenly says, crawling towards her.
He picks her up so she is standing in front of him, helped by the fact he is holding her by the waist.
‘Is she steady?’ He asks.
‘Yeah,’ you reply.
Jaemin lets go of her waist, instead taking her hands and holding them above her head.
‘Good idea Jaem,’ you hum as you realise what he’s trying to do.
‘Come on, Chae,’ you call, waving your hands in an attempt to motivate her into taking a step towards you.
For around forty-five seconds, she seems unsure, focus switching from you to her feet.
Eventually, she raises her right foot in the air, tentatively swinging her foot towards you and placing it on the ground.
You can tell Jaemin wants to say something, but he holds himself back just in case he throws Chaeyeon off.
There are a few more seconds of waiting before she gets into the swing of it, rhythmically taking steps towards you with the help of Jaemin.
After a few steps, she seems to get the hang of it, and Jaemin lets go of her hands.
She stumbles out a couple of steps on her own, before falling into your arms.
A wide smile spreads across your face as you clap. Chaeyeon seems to recognise that she’s done right, a toothy smile of her own appearing on her face.
She giggles as you kiss her all over the face, showering her in praise.
‘Well done, sweet girl!’
‘So smart,’ Jaemin chimes in.
‘I’m not sure if she’ll be able to do that on her own for a while though,’ you point out, ‘you just took her by surprise.’
‘I know Y/N. But don’t take away from the fact that she just walked! For the first time ever.’
‘And I’m so proud,’ you sing in a high pitched tone, kissing her cheek, ‘but also happy she’s still our baby for a little while longer.’
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‘Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Chaeyeon, happy birthday to you!’
Chaeyeon is already awake, sitting up in her crib, shuffling around on her butt to find the source of the noise.
Jaemin holds a tiny cupcake with a small candle sticking out.
Chaeyeon grabs the bars of her ‘big girl crib,’ pulling herself up onto her feet.
‘Happy birthday baby!’ Jaemin held the cupcake a considerable distance away from Chaeyeon, who is bouncing around excitedly on her tiptoes, only stopping when you lean over the crib to pick her up, balancing her on your hip.
‘You’re one sweetheart,’ you attack her cheek with kisses, ‘you want me to help you blow out your candle?’
You turn to the side before blowing out the candle.
‘Uh,’ Chaeyeon grunts, holding her hands out in a sort of ‘huh’ expression.
‘Where did it go?’ Jaemin giggles at Chaeyeon’s reaction.
‘Let’s be terrible parents and let her eat it for breakfast,’ you suggest, and Jaemin nods rapidly.
Soon enough, she’s sitting in her high chair, pyjamas and bedhead, waiting anxiously for her cake.
‘Have you got the camera?’ You double-check with Jaemin, who murmurs a ‘yes’ in response.
You pull the paper case off the cupcake, placing it on the tray in front of Chaeyeon, who looks at it in confusion.
You make fake grabby hands at the cake before biting the air. Chaeyeon seems to get it at that point, reaching out a chubby hand and sinking it into the cake, slowly shovelling it inside her mouth.
You hear the click of Jaemin’s camera and then the whirring sound of the polaroid coming out of the top.
He places the photo on the counter so it can develop, before focusing his attention back on Chaeyeon, who somehow had pink icing on her forehead.
‘We’re going to have to put her in the bath after this,’ you groan, staring at the honestly rather cute mess she had made.
Jaemin shrugs, ‘we could just put her in the sink.’
‘Yes. Let’s do that.’
You feel the relief of not having to go through the struggle of forcing Chaeyeon to get in the normal bathtub wash over you, and you yawn, throwing an arm around Jaemin’s middle and curling into his side. He responds by wrapping both of his arms around you, placing a long kiss to your forehead.
‘Tired?’ He murmurs.
‘I’ve been tired for a whole year.’
‘I can’t believe it’s been a year,’ he muses, watching your daughter continue to shove cake in her mouth.
‘I can’t believe we’ve kept her alive for this long.’
Jaemin snorts, shaking his head slightly, ‘that’s one way to put it. I think we’ve done a pretty okay job, don’t you?’
‘Yeah, we’ve done alright.’
Chaeyeon begins to babble, indicating that she’s finished eating and would like to be let out of her chair.
‘Okay missy,’ Jaemin says, pulling away from your cuddle to lift Chaeyeon up out of the chair and onto his hip, ‘time for a sink bath now. Get you all ready for your party later.’
‘Well unless you want her looking like that,’ you chuckle, motioning to the icing stains all over her onesie, face and hair.
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‘Ahhh happy birthday darling,’ Chaeryeong squeals when she sees Chaeyeon.
You and Jaemin had both decided to hold a small gathering at your apartment for Chaeyeon’s first birthday, preferring minimal fuss. Chaeyeon looked pretty, wearing a sweet white dress given to her by Jaemin’s mother a few weeks ago. You knew that it probably wouldn’t last five minutes before she managed to get food or spit on it, but put it on her anyway. It was the thought that counted.
You could tell Chaeyeon was incredibly confused by the theatrics and the fuss that was being made over her, but seemed quite calm.
Chaeyeon giggled as Chaeryeong hugged her tiny body gently, throwing her chubby arms around Chaeryeong’s neck and giving her cheek a wet and sloppy kiss.
‘It’s so strange to see her standing up like that,’ Doyeon comments from behind her, kicking off her flats.
’Tell me about it,’ you muttered, ‘if we had it my way, she’d still be two weeks old and completely reliant on me. I’m so sad she doesn’t need me anymore. She’s way too independent.’
‘I got you a present, baby girl,’ Chaeryeong cooed, causing Chaeyeon to smile widely, even though she didn’t really understand what was being said.
‘You shouldn’t have-‘ Jaemin starts.
’She’s my goddaughter and she just turned one,’ Chaeryeong interrupts, ‘of course I got her a damn present.’
‘You better watch your damn words around her, Lee Chaeryeong,’ you jokingly threaten.
‘Huh?’
‘It’s fine Chaeryeong, Y/N is just worried that Chae’s first word is going to be a swear word,’ Jaemin explains.
‘Knowing us, it will happen,’ you argue, ‘because we’re terrible people.’
Jaemin just laughs at your irrational fear, dismissing you with a weak hand swat.
‘Anyways, just come through here guys, there’s food and stuff in the kitchen.’
The rest of the afternoon is spent just talking, munching on various finger foods while Chaeyeon, Soeun, Yuna, Kunho and Taehyun attempted to play together. It was more like Soeun, Kunho and Taehyun playing together (as they were much older) and Chaeyeon and Yuna babbling to each other in baby language on the floor.
Both you and Jaemin had decided to leave the present opening until after the mini party was over, preferring not to bore everyone. Once mostly everybody had left, except for Chaeryeong, Mina, Doyeon and Jeno, you decided to start opening presents.
‘Oh, look, Jaem, Chaewon and Donghyuck signed the card from Yuna as well,’ you point out, causing Jaemin to look over your shoulder and smile.
‘So they did.’
‘Look, Chae,’ you tilted the card in Chaeyeon’s direction, who was sitting on your lap, staring at Jeno while drooling profusely, ‘yeah, she’s not interested, is she?’
‘She just wants a cuddle from her uncle Jeno,’ Jeno smiles, grunting as he plucked her off of your lap, balancing her on his hip as she giggled and snuggled into his neck.
The rest of Chaeyeon’s presents were mainly generic - but nice - baby stuff, including onesies and cuddly toys, along with a few new toys which you were very confident she would appreciate once they were out of their boxes.
‘Open ours next,’ Doyeon says, pointing to a fairly big box wrapped in pastel pink wrapping paper, ‘it’s from both me and Jeno.’
You pull it towards you before swiftly ripping off the paper.
‘It’s a walker,’ Doyeon announces proudly, ‘I know you were saying she’s too old for her jumperoo now and I thought she might like walking around with it, considering she’s not completely confident yet-‘
‘I love it Doyeon… and Jeno, thank you guys so much, she’ll love it,’ you take a moment to hug them both, repeatedly thanking them.
’This is so nice of you guys, thank you so much,’ Jaemin adds.
‘It’s no problem, especially for our beautiful Chaeyeon,’ Doyeon sings, lightly pinching Chaeyeon’s cheeks.
Eventually, Chaeyeon falls asleep on Jeno’s shoulder, and the four of your friends decide to call it a night.
’She’s wiped out,’ you comment once Jeno had passed Chaeyeon over to Jaemin.
‘It was such a good idea to put her in a onesie once everyone left,’ Jaemin murmurs as he lowers a sleeping Chaeyeon into her crib, and you chuckle quietly.
‘What can I say, you pick up a few tips over the course of a year,’ you whisper.
Jaemin laughs lowly, walking back over to you, wrapping his arms around you, placing his hands on your lower back as your hands instinctively go to the back of his neck.
‘How about… we go celebrate the last year. Just us two.’
When you realise what he’s getting at, you raise your eyebrows and smirk, ‘hmm, do you think we should?’
He nods rapidly.
‘Go get the wine then. You know where I’ll be.’
Before you can even move, he catches you in a sweet kiss, slowly and gently moving his lips against yours before pulling away, smirking at you before leaving the room so he can get the wine from the kitchen.
‘Your dad is so irritating,’ you remark as you check on Chaeyeon to make sure she’s definitely asleep, before exiting the room quietly, pulling the door slightly ajar so you can hear her if she stirs, which she didn’t tend to do now she slept through the night nine times out of ten.
Jaemin is already sitting on your bed when you enter your bedroom, staring at you with mock irritation.
‘What took you so long?’ He asks, raising his eyebrows.
‘I was making sure she was definitely asleep,’ you crawl towards him, kneeling in front of him and snaking your arms around his neck, ‘didn’t want her interrupting our little… wine sesh.’
‘Yes. wine. definitely.’
You playfully roll your eyes, straddling him and leaning down to kiss him.
You’re only just melting into each other, getting comfortable when there are two sharp knocks at the front door.
Jaemin sighs loudly, hands still cupping both sides of your face, ‘I’ll get it sweetheart. It’s probably just Jisung. Probably forgot his wallet or something, the fucking idiot, ruining the moment…’
You giggle at him as he storms out the room, footsteps fading further and further away until you hear the click of the lock and the front door swinging open.
You expect to hear Jisung apologising profusely followed by Jaemin shushing him because of the baby, but all you hear is silence.
Alarmed, you scoot off the bed, quickly wrapping yourself in the nearest fluffy dressing gown (which was covered in various stains due to Chaeyeon) and tentatively tiptoeing into the hallway.
’You shouldn’t be here,’ you hear Jaemin murmuring, ‘you have no right to be here. You should leave before Y/N sees you or I swear to God I will-‘
‘Jaemin?’ You interrupt him, prompting him to jump slightly before turning to look at you with a terrified expression.
‘What’s going on?’ You’re nearing the front door when you see her.
‘Hello,’ she smiles awkwardly.
‘Mum/mom?’ You whisper, ‘what the fuck?’
‘I’m sorry for just showing up like this… It just sort of dawned on me what day it was and I… couldn’t stop myself.’
‘Well, now you’ve seen us, you can leave,’ Jaemin instructs sternly, glaring at your mother, who was still awkwardly standing in the hallway of your apartment building.
‘I… I wanted to see-‘
‘You wanted to see Ch- our daughter?’ You laugh dryly, ‘just like that? I don’t even know who let you up here in the first place. Please just leave before you do any more damage.’
‘Y/N, please,’ your mother cries, ‘you don’t know how much I’ve beaten myself up about cutting myself out of your life like that.’
‘I gave you the option a year ago,’ you remind her, ‘you could have taken it then, but you didn’t. I think two chances to be involved in her life were enough. Now like I just said, leave before you make things worse for yourself.’
You’re about to close the door before she interrupts you.
‘I got her something,’ she starts furiously digging around in her handbag, before pulling out a hastily wrapped small box, covered in lilac tissue paper, ‘you can pretend it’s not from me or return it or something, I um, left the receipt.’
’Thank you,’ you mumble, taking the box from her hands.
‘I don’t expect you to just accept me back into your life just like that,’ your mother says, ‘but I would like it if you would just consider it.’
‘Y/N, it’s raining,’ Jaemin points out as he stares out of one of your hallway windows.
You sigh loudly, before reluctantly asking, ‘do you want to come in until it stops raining?’
‘Yes,’ your mother steps inside your apartment, pulling off her shoes.
You and Jaemin exchange glances, silently agreeing that you would not allow her to see Chaeyeon.
‘Do you want a coffee or something,’ you grumble, and she shakes her head.
‘No, I’m okay.’
‘We were just about to have wine, but not anymore, I guess,’ you mumble so only Jaemin can hear, and he momentarily rubs your lower back to comfort you.
‘So she’s one now, right?’ Your mum/mom asks, and you shrug.
‘Yes.’
‘Is she walking? Talking? You could stumble around a bit once you turned one but-‘
’Just- stop with all the questions,’ you snap, and she seems somewhat taken aback.
‘Believe it or not, I actually do care,’ she scoffs, and you glare at her.
‘You have a very funny way of showing it,’ you say, ‘where were you when she started walking? Where were you when she started crawling? Where the hell were you when she got her first tooth? Started responding to her name? Kept us up all night long crying and screaming, driving us absolutely up the wall with all of the sleep deprivation and the stress? You weren’t even there the day she was born. She doesn’t even know who you are.’
You see how her eyes gradually fill with tears, and for a seance you but ignore them as you continue your rant.
‘It wasn’t that hard. Jaemin’s mother managed to fucking be here, so why didn’t you?’
Your mother wipes her eyes as a few stray tears slip out, but you don’t care. In the moment you know she deserves it.
‘You’re right, Y/N,’ she cries, ‘I’m so sorry.’
You and Jaemin just stare at her, unsure of what to say or do.
‘I’ve been a horrible grandmother, not to mention a terrible mother.’
‘I would never ever do this to Ch- her.’
’Come on, Y/N, you can say her name around me, for God’s sake.’
‘I’m not even sure if I want you to know anything about her.’
You silently thank your landlord for not allowing you to put picture frames up on the walls.
‘Fine,’ your mother sighs, ‘just tell me. Is she happy? Is she healthy?’
You nod, ‘yes. Very.’
‘Good,’ your mother quickly wipes her remaining tears away, before standing up and announcing, ‘well I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.’
‘I think you have too,’ Jaemin chimes in.
‘I’ll leave you alone now. If that’s what you want.’
’That is very much what I want,’ you seethe, glaring at her.
‘Ok, I’ll go now. Goodbye, Y/N.’
You place your head in your hands as Jaemin walks her out in silence.
‘Can we actually have that wine now?’ You whisper when he comes back in the room.
‘We can do anything you want,’ he assures you, rubbing your shoulders slowly.
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Over the next few weeks, you feel terrible.
You can tell that your mood is rubbing off on Chaeyeon, who would often trudge up to wherever you were sitting, making grabby hands at the fabric of the sofa next to you, indicating she wanted to be on the sofa with you.
You would lift her up, placing her down next to you, but every single time she would climb onto your lap, standing up, one foot on each thigh before throwing her arms around you.
The same goes for when you were lying in bed, she would demand to be allowed up next to you, before crawling to your side to cuddle you.
‘I think she’s trying to make you feel better,’ Jaemin remarks one night when she’s lying in between you in bed.
’She’s the only thing making me feel better,’ you mumble, ‘apart from you of course.’
You’re playing with her curls, tucking them behind her ears and twisting them between your fingers.
’It’ll get easier,’ Jaemin reassures you.
‘I know,’ you stare at Chaeyeon, ‘I just… can’t help but feel like I’ve taken something away from her.’
‘You didn’t take anything away from her. Your mum/mom did. She removed herself from Chae’s life.’
‘I suppose you’re right,’ you sigh, watching Chaeyeon as she was playing with her feet, holding her favourite teddy bear, whose left ear was in Chaeyeon’s mouth.
‘I just really want the best for her.’
‘Maybe this is the best thing,’ Jaemin says, and you think maybe he is right, ‘we’ve managed all of this time without your parents. We have such a happy and healthy little girl.’
‘I just… don’t want her to ask about her other grandparents are and feel as though she wasn’t wanted by them.’
Jaemin sighs, ‘One day she’ll understand that these things are never her fault, but rather the fault of others… and we will have the conversation about your family with her when she’s ready for it.’
You look at Chaeyeon, and for the first time in a while, you study her face, heart welling with adoration.
‘I love her so much,’ you whisper, eyes filling with tears.
You sniff loudly, wiping away your tears with your hands.
‘Me too,’ Jaemin adds, ‘she’s so gorgeous.’
‘I know,’ you laugh, ‘you hear that, Chae? Mama loves you so so much.’
‘Mama?’
‘You-’
‘Mama!’
All of the pain and heaviness you had been feeling since Chaeyeon’s birthday fades away instantly.
‘Yeah, that’s right,’ you sob, ‘I’m your mama.’
Your heart is pounding, absolutely filled with adoration for her.
‘Oh my god,’ Jaemin is crying now as well, ‘she just said her first word.’
‘Well done baby girl,’ you commend her, pulling her into a side hug and littering kisses all over her face.
‘We’re so proud of you,’ Jaemin adds, joining in on the cuddle.
Chaeyeon looks as though she has no idea as to what she could have done to receive the sudden praise. She accepts it anyway, smiling and laughing gleefully.
‘Hey, come here,’ Jaemin motions for you to come closer to him, which you carefully lean over Chae.
‘I love you, Y/N,’ he says, and he tilts your chin up into a kiss.
‘Ah,’ Chaeyeon squeals, and you break away from Jaemin laughing.
’Sorry Chae,’ you apologise while still giggling, reaching out and messing up her hair, prompting her to whine.
‘Mumma.’
She does a massive yawn, indicating to you that she wanted to go to sleep.
‘Let’s get you to bed then.’
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Thud.
You instantly woke up, bolting upright and quickly flicking your bedside lamp on.
‘Wha?’ Jaemin groans, sitting up slightly and rubbing his eyes.
‘I heard a noise,’ you say, glancing around the room so see if anything had just fallen over or something.
Thump.
‘What the hell?’ You mutter.
‘It sounds like it’s coming from her room,’ Jaemin remarks, ‘you should check the monitor.’
You grab the small device from your bedside table, fiddling with the buttons for a few seconds before getting up the footage of Chaeyeon’s room.
‘Oh my god,’ you gasp.
‘What’s going on?’ Jaemin asks, trying to get a view of the monitor screen.
’She climbed out of her crib,’ you’re not sure how to react, whether it is appropriate to laugh or feel worried for her safety.
‘Really?’ Jaemin goes wide-eyed, ‘I’ll go put her back.’
You’re stunned as Jaemin leaves the room. You swear she was only a newborn yesterday, and now she can climb?
Jaemin quickly appears on the screen, scooping Chaeyeon up and balancing her on his hip.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ You hear Jaemin say, and Chaeyeon only giggles.
‘Dada…’
‘It’s not time for play Chae, it’s night-night time.’
‘Na ni?’ She lisps.
‘Yes Chae,’ he nods, ‘na night.’
‘No.’
‘Yes.’
You watch him put her back in the crib and immediately leave without interacting with her any further.
He reenters your bedroom, sighing heavily and climbing back into your bed.
‘You know this means we’re going to have to buy her a proper bed.’
’She needs to stop growing up,’ you complain, ‘I don’t like it.’
‘I know,’ Jaemin agrees, ‘I don’t like that she can climb. Y/N, she can fucking climb.’
‘I know! You and Jeno will be building that bed though.’
‘As expected,’ Jaemin laughs, ‘but that’s okay. I don’t mind. Anyways, let’s go back to sleep.’
‘Uhh, not so fast Jaem. She’s climbing out again.’
‘Are you serious?’
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‘Are you excited to see your big girl bed?’ Jaemin asks Chaeyeon who is sitting on the floor in the living room, playing with a shape sorter.
She nods enthusiastically, ‘pig girl ped.’
‘We can work on your pronunciation later.’
As promised, after two weeks of hyping up the bed to Chaeyeon, Jeno and Jaemin had spent the day dismantling her toddler crib, which you were planning on either selling or donating, and building her new bed.
Chaeyeon had been in and out of the room (despite your attempts to stop her) to check on their progress, before coming out pouting when she realised they weren’t done.
‘Done?’ She asks as Jaemin holds her hand, leading her down the hallway.
‘Yes, it’s done.’
She starts to walk faster, pulling Jaemin along to the door of her bedroom. Chaeyeon attempts to reach the door handle, but obviously can’t, so Jaemin helps her.
Chaeyeon barrels into the room, squealing in delight at the sight of her brand new bed.
‘You like it baby girl?’
She just nods excitedly, toddling over to the edge of the bed and inching herself onto it.
‘Is it soft?’ Jaemin asks her, and she looks at him with a facial expression which he knows means ‘I don’t know what you just said.’
‘Is it good?’ He tries to simplify it for her.
‘Yeah,’ she squeaks.
‘Will you stay in your bed all night now?’ he mutters to himself, and she doesn’t hear.
‘Rabby?’ Chaeyeon mumbles, referencing her soft cuddly rabbit that usually sits on her bed.
‘Oh, she’s here,’ Jaemin grabs the toy from on top of the dresser, passing it to her.
She takes it from him, turning over onto her stomach and reaching towards the corner and placing it there, where it usually goes.
‘Good girl,’ Jaemin remarks, giving her head a couple of pats, ‘you’re good at cleaning up.’
In response, she stands up on her bed, walking towards the edge so that she is front to front with the kneeling Jaemin.
He wraps his arms around her to steady her, and is about to lean in to kiss her cheek, but instead she reaches out a chubby hand, patting him on the head twice.
Jaemin laughs, ‘are you copying me?’
Chaeyeon giggles as Jaemin’s smile grows.
’Na Chaeyeon, are you copying me?’ He begins to tickle her sides, prompting her to burst into a fit of giggles.
He gently lifts her up into his arms, bouncing her and spinning her around in circles.
‘I love you Chaeyeon,’ Jaemin murmurs, ‘very very much.’
‘Lub you dada,’ she echos, squishing his cheeks with her hands.
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‘Sammich,’ Chaeyeon demands, holding out a hand to grab it.
‘Be patient Chloe,’ you half scold her, picking up the foil-wrapped sandwiches and moving them away from her.
‘Hungry,’ she complains.
‘I am too Chloe. But you have to learn to wait.’
‘Hey Chae, how about I push you on the swings while mama sorts out the food?’
‘Okay…’ Chaeyeon trudges along behind Jaemin to the children’s swing set, holding up her arms so she can be lifted up and put into the swing.
You watch from the patch of grass you’re sitting on as Jaemin begins pushing Chaeyeon on the swing. You could hear her loud yells and shouts from miles away.
‘Dada, higher,’ she insists.
‘I can’t make you go too high Chae,’ Jaemin says, but the three-year-old just ignores him, opting to continue giggling like mad as she flies through the air.
You unpack the picnic food, organising it so that the food solely for Chaeyeon was separated from the food for all three of you.
‘C’mon you two!’ You holler, and Jaemin immediately slows down the swing, helping Chaeyeon climb out.
The second her feet hit the ground she comes racing towards you, ponytail swinging, her tiny body skidding to a stop in front of the blanket and dropping to her knees.
‘Mama, can I have… capri-sun?’ Chaeyeon stutters.
’If you say please,’ you reply sternly.
‘Please can I have ca-caprise sun?’
‘Of course you can sweetheart. What kind do you want? Orange or Blackcurrant?’
‘Owange please.’
You pull out the straw from its plastic wrapper before using the sharp end to pierce a hole in the pouch, before giving it to the waiting Chaeyeon.
‘Ok, there you go.’
’Ta,’ she lisps, meaning to say ‘thank you.’
‘You’re welcome love.’
‘It’s so hot out,’ Jaemin remarks, wiping his sweaty forehead and taking big sips from his water bottle.
‘I know,’ you nod, ‘are you okay, Chloe? You’re not too hot, are you?
‘I fine,’ she says, immediately going back to drinking her capri-sun.
‘I tell you what,’ Jaemin lightly pokes Chaeyeon, who stares at him from behind her capri-sun, ‘we can play with your new water gun when we get home. You know the one uncle Chenle got you for your birthday?’
Chaeyeon stops drinking and gasps in excitement, ‘Yay!’
‘I feel as though we will very much regret letting her play with it when we’re all soaking wet and we have to throw something out,’ you say as Chaeyeon nibbles at her ham and cheese sandwich.
‘Oh well, she’ll have fun,’ Jaemin shrugs.
‘You try so hard to be a cool dad,’ you scold him half-jokingly, ‘we need to be practical, and maybe teach her not to create havoc at all times.’
‘It’s fine Y/N, it’s not like we’re doing this every day. It’s just a one-off.’
‘Fine,’ you sigh, ‘not too often, or our apartment will be constantly soaking wet.’
’You’re not wrong there.’
You’d learnt in the last couple of years that if you gave her too much freedom with something (the best example being the thankfully washable markers you’d bought her that she had used to draw all over the clothes in her bottom drawer), she would generally use it to create as much havoc as humanly possible. It almost seemed like she was doing it on purpose. You weren’t a strict or controlling parent by any means, but for your own sake (and your apartments) you would try to restrict her use of things that would definitely cause… damage.
The sound of Chaeyeon letting you know that she was finished interrupted your conversation.
‘Ok, love, I’ll take your rubbish. Do you want to play at the park for a bit longer?’ Jaemin asks.
‘No, I wanna play wah-ta gun.’
‘Well, your wish is my command!’ Jaemin declares, scooping her up into his arms and beginning to walk back to the car.
Chaeyeon giggles, ‘you’re silly, daddy. You sound like the fair-wy godmother.’
‘Am I not your fairy godmother?’
You roll your eyes, classic Jaemin.
‘No,’ Chaeyeon says in a matter-of-fact tone, ‘because the fairy godmother is Cinderella’s. I don’t have one.’
’There is allowed to be more than one in the world,’ Jaemin muses, ‘you could have one.’
‘Really?’
‘Everybody has one.’
‘Who is yours?’
‘Maybe your mummy/mommy,’ he smiles fondly, ‘she helped me through a lot of hard times, and made my dreams come true.’
You were quite a ways behind them, having had to pick up the remaining items Jaemin was not holding, so you hadn’t heard a word of the conversation that they were having.
When you reached the car, Jaemin had strapped Chaeyeon into her car seat and was waiting for you by the boot of the car.
He had already popped it open and was busy packing away the basket when you sidle up beside him, tossing the rolled-up picnic blanket into a random free space.
‘I had a good day,’ he remarks, leaning towards you slightly and kissing your cheek.
You melt into him, humming a quick, ‘I did too.’
‘Every time I see her so happy it warms my heart so much,’ Jaemin gushes, ‘I mean… we made her this happy. I can’t believe it sometimes.’
‘Why are you being so sappy all of a sudden?’ You chuckle, prompting Jaemin to bury his head in your neck, embarrassed.
’She just says things sometimes,’ he says in a low voice, ‘reminds me of all the hard times. And how far we’ve come since then.’
‘We don’t have to think about that,’ you sigh, ‘like you said. It’s different now.’
’I know,’ he presses a kiss on your neck, ‘I just hope that you know that this is all I’ve ever wanted.’
‘Me too,’ you nod, ‘we should probably go. We have an impatient three-year-old in the car there who is very impatient and dying to get home and play with her new toys.’
‘Let’s go then.’
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‘Hurry up,’ Chaeyeon orders as Jaemin is lacing up his shoes.
‘You need to wait for me to put my shoes on Chloe,’ Jaemin frowns, ‘remember what mama is always telling you to be.’
‘P-p-pay-tee-unt?’
‘Patient.’
‘Paste-shi-unt.’
‘Close enough. But good girl.’
Chaeyeon smiles at the praise, bouncing on her feet with excitement.
‘Come on now Chae, let’s go outside.’
She squeals, racing down the corridor of your apartment building.
‘Chaeyeon, please don’t run off without me!’ Jaemin yells after her, jogging to catch up with her.
She skids to a halt in front of the elevator, trying to reach the button on her tiptoes.
‘Chaeyeon are you listening to me?’
‘Sorry,’ she murmurs, ‘I just… ‘cited.’
‘I’ve told you this so many times,’ he kneels down to her level, ‘don’t run away from daddy. Or your mummy/mommy. Ok?’
She nods, looking solemn.
‘And what did I just tell you?’
‘Uh… be paste-shi-unt.’
‘And do you know what that means?’
‘I wait.’
‘Exactly. So will you just wait from now on?’
‘I will.’
‘You better,’ Jaemin raises his eyebrows before rising back up onto his feet, pushing the button for the elevator.
‘Here’s your first try at waiting.’
After a few seconds, the elevator dings and the doors open.
’See Chae,’ Jaemin points out, ‘no matter how long you have to wait, it always comes in the end.’
She nods, holding out her hand to Jaemin who gladly joins hands with her.
‘Keep tight ahold of my hands please,’ he instructs.
‘Okay,’ Chaeyeon whispers.
Just behind your building, there was an honestly quite small patch of grass that the residents of your building would use as a sort of unofficial garden area. Sometimes you would look out of Chaeyeon’s bedroom window and see people sitting outside, eating or oddly enough, playing rounders or something.
Earlier in the year both you and Jaemin had taught Chaeyeon to ride her bike with stabilisers that Jaemin’s parents had randomly bought her on this field, getting her to ride repeatedly around the path that wrapped around the perimeter of the grass.
You remember when she fell over on the bike, scraping her knee on the ground. Jaemin had ‘kissed it better’, helped her clean it and place a pink plaster with red hearts on the scrape.
‘Okay, let’s rock and roll,’ Jaemin announces, passing Chaeyeon her water gun, while holding a gun of his own, ‘God, I sound like such a dad.’
‘Anyway, do you know how to use it Chlo?’
She shakes her head dejectedly, pouting.
‘When you want to spray the water, you just press this,’ he demonstrates by spraying a small amount of water in a random direction.
The small girl eventually manages to shoot some water out of her water gun, squealing in delight when she realises she has done it correctly.
She immediately raises the gun so that it’s pointing at Jaemin’s stomach, and fires. Jaemin jumps as he is drenched in the cold water, and he fires back at Chaeyeon, making an effort not to get water on her face.
She screams, thankfully bursting into a fit of giggles as she retaliates, shooting water at his thighs.
‘No!’ Jaemin yells, running away at an appropriate pace from Chaeyeon, who is still wielding her yellow water gun, spraying him in the back with the water.
Eventually, Jaemin decides to retort by surprising her, randomly turning around and ambushing her with water.
Chaeyeon screeches, bolting off in the opposite direction in an attempt to evade the water being shot at her.
‘It cold dada,’ she squeaks, screaming and giggling.
‘We’ve been playing for a while, haven’t we?’ Jaemin remarks, ‘and it’s getting close to your bedtime sweetheart. Let’s go and warm up.’
Chaeyeon is basically asleep as she’s being bathed, head dropping and snapping back up repeatedly.
‘You tired?’ Jaemin asks Chaeyeon, who has been washed and dressed in fresh pyjamas and is now resting on his hip.
She nods, letting out a massive yawn.
’Thank you for tiring her out for me,’ you thank him as he carries her to bed, rubbing her back softly to lull her into a deeper sleep.
‘I think she tired herself out more than anything,’ he says.
You let out a giant yawn yourself, causing Jaemin to turn his head to look at you.
‘I think you should have an early night,’ he suggests, ‘you’ve been working hard recently.’
‘But I need to tidy the toys in the living room-‘
‘I’ll do it,’ Jaemin interrupts, ‘you go to bed. I’ll join you in a bit.’
You’re far too exhausted to argue so you just hum in agreement. Jaemin softly kisses your forehead before you lean down to kiss Chaeyeon’s.
‘I love you,’ you mumble, although it was actually directed at the both of them.
‘We love you too.’
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‘I am already crying,’ Jaemin’s eyes are clouded with thick tears.
’Stop it,’ you scold him, shaking your finger at him, ‘or I will cry too. And we can’t freak her out, because then she’ll cry.’
‘I know, I know,’ Jaemin’s voice is cracking, and you can tell he is trying really hard to hold it together.
’And she’ll be back by half three this afternoon.’
‘I know, I’m not worried about her I just… don’t want her to grow up.’
‘Aww, Jaemin-‘
You engulf him in a hug as he cries silently onto your shoulder.
’She’ll always be that little baby we held for the first time four years ago,’ you point out, and he nods tearfully.
‘Always our little girl,’ Jaemin smiles, wiping away his tears.
‘Exactly. Now let’s see if she has dressed herself properly.’
Chaeyeon had not dressed herself properly; it was a solid attempt, however her jumper was the wrong way around and some of her buttons were in the wrong slots, which you fixed.
‘Are you excited?’ You asked her as you redid her buttons.
She grins, ‘Yeah.’
‘Are you gonna make lots of new friends?’
‘I have Yuna.’
‘I know sweetheart, but you can make other friends, too.’
You were so incredibly glad that Chaeyeon and Yuna were so close. They’d developed such a strong bond over the years, considering their almost ‘cousin’ status (uncle Hyuck was, of course Yuna’s dad) and were beyond excited when they discovered they would be in the same year group at school.
‘Are you excited to learn some stuff?’
‘Yeah!’ Chaeyeon chirps, ‘like… uh… A B shees.’
‘You already know a bit about that,’ you say, ‘maybe Mrs Jang can help you get past E- arms up.’
You slide her school jumper over her head.
‘You’re not scared, are you Chae?’
She seems to think about it for a minute before answering, ‘No… ‘cause I have Yuna.’
‘You’re right. Ok, that’s you dressed,’ you tap her chest lightly to indicate that you’re done, ‘are you ready?’
‘Yeah!’ She chirps enthusiastically.
’You’ll have a great time sweetheart,’ you feel the emotions piling up in your chest, the sight of your little girl all dressed up in her first school uniform bringing you to tears.
Chaeyeon furrows her eyebrows.
‘Mama, why are you crying?’ She asks, grabbing your face in between her hands.
‘You’re such a big girl,’ you let a few tears slip, ‘I’m so proud of you. You look so smart in your uniform.’
‘Are you sad?’
‘No, no,’ you shake your head, ‘just proud of you.’
You very gently push back some of her stray black hair behind her ears, resting your hand on her cheek and stroking it with your thumb.
‘I’ll miss you today,’ you cry, ‘but you’ll have so much fun.’
‘Don’t cry, mama,’ Chaeyeon says, ‘I… I be fine.’
‘I know sweet girl. I know. Now come on,’ you begin rapidly wiping your tears, ‘go and get your bag.’
You help her slide on the straps of her backpack, quickly double-checking that her water bottle was definitely secure in the side pocket, and making sure that her bag was definitely completely zipped up.
‘Are you ready to go?’ You ask her, holding out your hands in a ‘high ten’ position.
‘Yep,’ she slaps her hands against yours, clasping one of her hands around yours so that she can hold your hand.
Once you reach your car, Jaemin fastens Chaeyeon’s seatbelt.
‘You look so pretty, Chae,’ he comments, smoothening the slightly wrinkled arm of her jumper down.
’Thank you,’ she smiles in response, and Jaemin finds it difficult to hold his tears in.
It wasn’t a very long drive to her school. You had all moved into a slightly larger apartment (now that you could afford it) in order to be closer to her new school. It was very emotional leaving, but you both knew it was the best for Chaeyeon.
Eventually you arrive at her school, and you walked her down the long path, holding her hand tightly.
You could see it in her face that she was apprehensive, although she would never tell you that. It’s almost like she sensed your worries, and wanted to try and make you feel better.
However, when she noticed Yuna standing with Chaewon and Donghyuck on the playground, she perked up, letting go of your hands and running towards her.
Donghyuck was devastated, you could see it in his face.
’You don’t look like you’re coping very well,’ you say, and he looks up to meet your eyes.
‘I’m not,’ he forces a smile, ‘I can’t stand to watch her go.’
‘She’s not going to war,’ Chaewon laughs, ‘she’ll have fun.’
‘I’m going to miss her so much,’ Donghyuck cries.
‘Me too,’ Chaewon nods, ‘but in a few months, we’ll have more than enough company during the day.’
She places a hand on her stomach, and you gasp loudly.
‘You’re pregnant?’ You whisper, your hand flying over your mouth.
She nods excitedly, smiling widely, ‘I’m three months.’
‘Oh my god, congratulations,’ you pull her into a hug, trying to be mindful of her stomach.
‘Looks like I’m not going to be the only parent out of the dreamies,’ Jaemin says, clapping Donghyuck on the back.
‘Are you kidding? Mark has always been our dad,’ Donghyuck jokes, prompting you all to laugh loudly.
A bell suddenly echos around the playground, signalling for the children to line up in their classes.
You watch as the dozens of parents rush to say goodbye to their children.
You bend down to Chaeyeon’s level, ‘have a lovely day sweetheart. We’ll both be here to pick you up later, okay?’
‘Okay mama.’
‘We love you lots and lots,’ Jaemin adds, embracing the small girl in a hug.
You both give her a quick kiss each and then she’s off, holding hands with Yuna and walking off down the playground to where she was supposed to be.
’They’ll both be fine,’ Chaewon assures you, resting a hand on your shoulder.
‘I know,’ you nod, ‘it still hurts.’
‘She will always come home,’ she points out, and you know that she’s right.
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4 years later
‘Mum/mom!’
‘Yes Chloe?’
‘Can you help me with my homework? I know you’re not feeling well but it’s due for tomorrow, and dad isn’t home yet.’
‘Uh, I’ll try my best Chae, but I can’t promise I actually understand.’
’That’s okay,’ your daughter crawls into your bed next to you.
‘What’s this for?’
‘Um, history.’
‘History.’
‘Yeah, I just have to label some stuff.’
‘Let’s do it then.’
You spend the next twenty minutes trying not to throw up again while you try and help your eight year old with her homework.
In the four years since she had begun school, you had moved once again, this time into a three-bedroom house.
Since you’d both graduated university, you had both managed to score good, well-paying jobs in both of your dream fields.
You had been living comfortably for a couple of years now.
Chaeyeon was suddenly a very grown up eight year old.
When she first began school, her teacher told you that she was very shy when it came to interacting with kids she didn’t know, and tended to struggle with making friends.
In time, she seemed to settle in, making friends with a few of the other children.
Yuna was still her closest and best friend. They were like twins, practically joined at the hip, and spent nearly every day together.
Chaeyeon also loved Yuna’s little sister Yuri, constantly playing games with her and feeding her snacks when Chaewon wasn’t looking.
She had also transformed into an incredibly bright girl. It was a long, long road, but eventually she was able to read well, write well, but that didn’t mean she didn’t always leave her homework until the last minute.
You wanted her to have a hobby, something outside of school she could enjoy. So when she was five, you finally had the money to enrol her in gymnastics.
At first she wasn’t sure, intimidated by all of the towering equipment and apparatus, but eventually grew to love it, making friends with all of the other girls in her team. She would train three days a week, and very quickly she had a drawer filled with leotards and scrunchies.
Still, to this day, she was the biggest daddy’s girl. Jaemin would constantly shower her with his love and affection. Considering she was an only child, she always received both of your undivided attention.
‘What time is dad coming home?’ She asks as she colours in a picture of some roman emperor.
’Soon,’ you say, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ears, ‘he finished work only ten minutes ago.’
She hums and nods before turning to you, ‘how do you feel?’
‘I’m still sick, Chae.’
‘Why?’
‘I don’t know,’ you respond, even though you’re lying.
You do know why you’re sick, but you haven’t even told Jaemin yet, never mind Chaeyeon.
You both knew now that all three of you were older, you would want another baby at some point. It was inevitable really, and over a year ago you’d stopped taking the birth control you had begun taking after Chaeyeon was born.
So in other words, you weren’t trying, but you weren’t not trying.
Chaeyeon had expressed interest in a sibling, asking why Yuna had a sister and she didn’t.
So, when you realised you were pregnant this time, you hoped that Chaeyeon would be able to have the sibling that she always wanted.
‘I’m home!’ You hear Jaemin yell from downstairs.
Chaeyeon immediately jumps out of bed, sprinting out of the room. You can hear her thumping down the stairs, tiny feet then pattering along the hardwood floor of the corridor.
‘Dad!’ She exclaims.
‘Hi princess,’ Jaemin smiles, letting out a loud ‘oof,’ when she flies into his arms.
‘You’re getting heavier and heavier,’ he remarks, ‘I think I’m going to have to start going to the gym.’
‘Like my gym?’ She asks, referring to her gymnastics gym.
’No, different kind of gym.’
‘Oh.’
‘Have you been looking after your mummy/mommy today?’ Jaemin asks the small girl, who nods swiftly.
‘Yeah! I gave her juice.’
‘That was nice of you Chae. Thank you.’
She just giggles in response, nervously shifting her feet.
‘I finished my homework too…’
‘Good girl. You can go and watch TV now, if you want? I’ll go check on mama.’
‘Okay.’
Chaeyeon skips off into the living room, throwing herself on the couch and reaching for the remote, ecstatic she could finally watch Disney Channel after a hard night of homework.
Meanwhile, Jaemin is taking off his coat and shoes, hanging up the bag that he takes to work in the cupboard under the stairs.
He heads upstairs to your shared bedroom, gently pushing the door open.
‘Hey,’ he announces his presence and you look up, smiling weakly.
‘Hi,’ you croak in response, reaching your arms out so he can hug you and kiss your cheek.
‘How are you feeling?’ He asks, stoking your hairline like he always does to comfort you.
’The same,’ you shrug.
You’ve been wondering how you’re going to tell Jaemin that you’re pregnant.
You had taken a test yesterday, honestly not actually expecting to receive a positive result.
You were in complete disbelief, convincing yourself that it was just a false positive before the second came out positive. And the third. And the fourth.
‘You’ve been so sick for nearly a week now,’ Jaemin pouts, ‘I think you should go to the doctors.’
‘I’m okay.’
‘I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe there is something really wrong. I mean you’re never sick for this long. I mean, maybe there’s a reason you’re so unwell.’
‘Mmm, maybe.’
‘Do you need anything?’ Jaemin asks, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
‘Just a lie-down.’
‘Ok, then just stay here. I’ll put her to bed in half an hour or so.’
‘Thank you.’
You spend the rest of the night silently forming a plan as to how you’re going to tell him.
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The next day, you hear the package come through the letterbox with a light thud.
Chaeyeon was at school and Jaemin was at work, therefore the house was completely empty.
Considering you could barely get out of bed, you knew there was no way you would make it to a store or anything like that, you had decided to order a baby grow online, next day delivery and all, and surprise Jaemin with it.
It was nothing too extravagant, just a plain white one with a light brown teddy bear pattern on it.
It took you some time, but you eventually made it downstairs, grabbing the package and stumbling back up to your bedroom.
You pulled the clothing out of the packaging, laying it out on your legs.
‘Baby Na number two,’ you say out loud, ’that’s weird to think about.’
‘Hey, whoever is in there,’ you direct your words to your stomach, ‘please stop making me sick. I need to go to work. Make money and buy you what you need.’
You sigh, trying to decide what to do with the baby grow until Jaemin came home.
Suddenly you remember that there was an old gift box stuffed in the back of your wardrobe. It once had some shoes that Mina had bought you for a birthday inside, and you had put it away just in case you ever needed it for anything.
You silently thank your past self as you retrieve it, opening the lid and folding up the baby grow, placing it inside.
You decide to also put in one of your positive tests inside, so you grab one from the bathroom and place it on top of the onesie.
You put the box down on the floor next to your bed.
The day passes slowly, your excitement eating away at your mind. It’s impossible to think of anything else, even when Jaemin’s mother brings Chaeyeon home from gymnastics, which she went to directly from school.
‘Grandma and Grandpa got me McDonalds!’ She had squealed, thrusting the happy meal box in your face.
‘I hope you don’t mind Y/N,’ Jaemin’s mother says from the edge of your bed.
‘No, it’s fine,’ you reassure her, ‘she deserves a treat every once in a while.’
‘I just thought it would be easier considering you can’t really cook right now-‘
‘It’s okay, really,’ you grin, before turning your attention to Chaeyeon.
‘What did you get?’
She rips open the box.
‘Chicken nuggets,’ she gushes, ‘and a toy!’
‘Oh, exciting!’ You try to seem enthusiastic, ‘what kind of toy?’
Chaeyeon pulls it out of the box. It’s a Pokemon, a plastic Jigglypuff figure.
’So cute,’ you say.
‘I’ll play with it later,’ Chaeyeon shrugs, ‘but first..’
She grabs a handful of fries, stuffing them in her mouth.
‘You’ll be alright on your own, won’t you?’ Jaemin’s mother asks you, looking unsure as to whether she should leave.
‘I’ll be fine,’ you nod, ‘besides, I have Chae.’
Chae looks up from her food to smile and nod.
‘I’ll look after mama.’
Your heart warms at her sweet words, and you reach over to stroke the back of her head affectionately.
‘Ok, well your mama will tell me if you don’t,’ Jaemin’s mother warns her, ‘bye Y/N. I’ll pick her up from school tomorrow if you need me to.’
’Thanks, mum/mom.’
She leaves, shouting out one last goodbye at the door.
‘Did you have fun at gymnastics today?’ You ask Chaeyeon.
‘Yeah. We did floor.’
‘Are you getting any closer to your back handspring?’
She suddenly perks up, ‘I almost did it today! I was so close but then I landed on my knees instead of my feet.’
‘At least you were close,’ you point out, ‘but I’m very proud of you. You’ve made a lot of progress.’
’Thank you mama.’
‘You’re welcome, sweetheart. You should tell your dad when he comes home. He’ll be very proud too.’
‘And, if he doesn’t find out about the McDonalds, he might buy you some candy or something as a treat,’ you whisper in her ear.
Chaeyeon giggles, ‘ok, mama, I won’t tell.’
The two of you are laying in your bed together watching animal planet when Jaemin comes home.
As usual, he hollers his greetings loudly, and you can hear the clunk of his shoes and bag hitting the wood floor downstairs.
‘Ah, isn’t this nice,’ Jaemin says as he rounds the corner into your bedroom, ‘my two favourite girls.’
You smile half-heartedly while Chaeyeon begins animatedly chatting about her day, desperate to receive praise from her father.
‘And I very very nearly did it! But I just landed on my knees… but I think I might stick the landing next week.’
‘I’m so proud!’ Jaemin exclaims, holding her face in between his hands and kissing her forehead.
Chaeyeon groans in disgust and wipes it away with the back of her hand, but Jaemin doesn’t seem to take much notice.
‘How are you feeling?’ He asks, crossing over to your side of the bed and leaning down to kiss your forehead.
’Same as the last… however many days.’
Jaemin tuts in disappointment, ‘I’ll call the doctor tomorrow morning. It’s too late for that now.’
‘Okay,’ you murmur.
‘Mum/mom, I’m going to go and shower,’ Chaeyeon says, ’I was all sweaty earlier.’
‘Okay, make sure you put your clothes and the towels in the washing basket.’
‘I will, mum/mom, don’t worry.’
She gets up and leaves the room, heading towards the bathroom, leaving you and Jaemin alone. You immediately see your opportunity.
‘I got you a present,’ you say, reaching down to pick up the shoebox from the ground next to you.
‘What?’ Jaemin looks at you, confused, ‘what do you mean.’
‘I ordered it online,’ you explain, ‘it came today.’
‘But what for?’ He presses, beginning to pull fistfuls of shredded tissue paper out of the box, ‘its not my birthday, and Christmas isn’t for another three weeks-‘
Jaemin suddenly falls silent, eyes and mouth widening as he stares into the box.
‘Well?’ You ask after a few seconds silence.
You can see the shiny tears filling his eyes.
‘Are you really…’
‘Yes,’ you grin, ‘that’s why I’ve been so sick.’
Jaemin pulls the test out of the box, staring at it intently.
’Oh my god, you’re pregnant,’ he whispers, breaking into a wide smile.
You can see the way the test shakes in his hands.
‘Are… are you happy?’ You ask tentatively, unsure.
‘Are you kidding?’ He asks, and you can’t help but think back to the time you told him you were pregnant with Chaeyeon in Johnny Suh’s bedroom in college.
‘Of course I’m happy. I’m so happy. Come here.’
He hugs you firmly, trying his best to avoid hugging you too tightly.
’This is amazing,’ he whispers, ‘I love you so much.’
‘I love you too,’ you reply, feeling tears of your own rising to the surface, ‘thank you for giving me my babies.’
’Thank you for giving me my family.’
That night, you stare at your framed photo of the three of you that is propped up on your bedside table. It’s the photo that was taken of you and Jaemin on the day Chaeyeon was born. You love that photo.
You fall asleep thinking about the fact that you chose your family, and you chose well.
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taglist (send me an ask if you’d like to be added!!);
warnings (if there are any i missed please tell me and i will add them); sickness in pregnancy, HG, lots of vomiting + nausea, medication, lots of mentions of blood, difficult pregnancy, brief mention of abortion, labour + birth, difficult birth, c-section, invasive surgery, mention of injections + an IV,
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‘How are you feeling, gorgeous?’
‘I cannot move,’ you grumble, groaning and shifting slightly in bed.
‘I’m getting worried about you,’ Jaemin remarks, frowning, ‘you’ve been practically bedridden for nearly two weeks.’
‘It’s just morning sickness, Jaemin,’ you try to reassure him, but he doesn’t seem convinced.
‘You weren’t this sick with Chae, though…’
‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me,’ you sigh, ‘maybe we should call someone. See if I can get some pills for the nausea.’
‘Okay. You know what, I’ll go call the doctor now,’ he smiles, ‘get it done.’
‘Thank you.’
‘Also, Chae is going to be home in twenty minutes. I’ll make her dinner.’
’Thank you for taking care of her for me,’ you say, staring at Jaemin fondly, ‘while I’m cooking up her sibling. I really appreciate it.’
‘It’s okay, Y/N,’ he says, bending down to kiss your forehead, ‘you can’t help it that you’re unwell.’
‘I guess you’re right,’ you nod, ‘but I still feel awful that I can’t take care of her properly.’
‘Oh, shut up you,’ Jaemin pushes your knee softly, ‘she loves you. She just wants you to be okay. And besides, she’s a big girl, she can do a lot of things herself.’
There are a few moments of silence before he begins speaking again.
‘I should go call the doctor and then get started on her dinner. You- don’t move.’
‘I couldn’t even if I wanted to.’
——————
Around ten minutes later, Chaeyeon is tentatively entering your room, sweat causing her black hair to cling to her forehead.
‘Hi mummy/mommy,’ she whispers, and you turn over in bed to face the doorway where she stood.
‘Hi baby,’ you say, holding out your arms for her to crawl into.
‘I’m all sweaty, mama,’ she warns you.
‘I’m all gross too,’ you point out, and she shrugs.
‘Did you have a good day?’ You ask, curling the hair in her ponytail in between your fingers.
‘Yeah,’ she nods rapidly, ‘uhh… we had music class today. I played the piano, and I tried to remember what dad taught me, but I couldn’t for some reason.’
‘Maybe you should practice it with him again,’ you suggest, taking a sip of water.
‘Yeah…’ she looks around dejectedly, before gasping suddenly and sitting up, ‘I stuck my back handspring today!’
’Seriously?’ You exclaim, ‘well done baby.’
‘Thank you mom/mum,’ she grins, basking in the praise.
‘I think you should go tell your dad,’ you suggest, ‘he’s in the kitchen making your dinner.’
‘What’s he making?’ Chaeyeon asks, eyes shining at the mention of food.
‘Your favourite, chicken.’
‘Yaaaay!’ She squeals, hopping off the bed and running out of the room. You hear her thudding down the stairs and racing into the kitchen, screeching something about chicken and backflips.
——————
Over the next four or five weeks, you struggle.
Struggle to keep food down, struggle to keep well enough to get out of bed, struggle to parent the child you already have,
You were sure this was far worse than last time. At least last time you were able to go to class, at least function like a normal human being with an amount of vomit you could cope with.
The pills that your doctor ended up giving you worked well for the nausea, but not for the morning sickness at all.
You’re not sure the last time you kept food down. Most of the time you didn’t want to eat, due to an extreme lack of appetite you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around. You still ate every day; for the sake of your baby and to prevent Jaemin from whining at you, but nine times out of ten you would not keep it down, throwing up either into your toilet or a bucket by your bed.
You felt so incredibly guilty every time you woke Jaemin up in the middle of the night due to your retching but he insisted that he didn’t mind and that you couldn’t help it.
By the time you were six weeks, you felt so hopeless and deflated. You couldn’t deal with this for another thirty-something weeks. There was no way.
‘Do you think I can do this?’ You ask Jaemin one night after you’ve just seemingly thrown up some sort of vital organ.
‘Of course you can,’ Jaemin frowns, ‘You’ve done it before. Why would you think that you couldn’t?’
‘I know, it’s just… that this time it feels… different.’
‘How?’
‘I’m so much sicker,’ you say, ‘I wasn’t nearly this sick when I was pregnant with Chae. And I just… don’t understand why-’
‘Y/N, it’s okay,’ Jaemin tries to comfort you, flinging his arms around you, ‘it will pass. The sickness, it’ll pass.’
‘It doesn’t feel like it ever will,’ you groan, ‘and I know I sound dramatic but this is… endless. I can’t do this for thirty-four more weeks. I can’t. I just can’t Jaemin.’
You find yourself crying. You didn’t think you were crying, but soon enough fat tears were rolling down your cheeks.
‘And,’ you continue, ‘I can’t just take time off work anymore. I need my job, I need to live a normal life, I need to be a mother to Chae, and I just can’t with all of this sickness.’
For a few moments, Jaemin seems to be thinking, mulling over what you’ve just said.
‘I think we need to call the Doctor again.’
‘Jaemin, no,’ you argue, ‘I know you’re just trying to help but they’re just going to give me more pills that don’t do much at all.’
‘I’d rather you had shitty pills than nothing.’
You start furiously wiping away the tears in your eyes.
‘And I don’t care what you say Y/N. You’re going to the Doctors. Tomorrow.’
——————
‘So,’ Doctor Nam begins, sitting down and placing a clipboard on her lap, ‘long time no see.’
You smile weakly.
‘So what seems to be the problem?’
‘Well as you know, Y/N is pregnant again,’ Jaemin explains, and Doctor Nam nods.
‘Congratulations, Y/N.’
‘Thank you,’ you murmur.
‘Look, she’s really unwell,’ Jaemin says, ‘she’s been practically bedridden for weeks. She has taken all the pills you gave us, but she’s still so sick…’
‘What kind of sick?’
’I’ve been throwing up literally everything I eat,’ you explain quietly, ‘it’s been so long since I’ve gone without throwing up meals and I’ve been missing a lot of workdays because I can barely stand up anymore.’
Doctor Nam is writing stuff down as you speak, occasionally humming and nodding to indicate that she was listening to what you were saying.
‘I haven’t been able to look after Chaeyeon at all. It’s all been Jaemin’s parents and Jaemin.’
‘So…’ Doctor Nam begins, ‘you haven’t been able to do daily tasks?’
‘Not really, no.’
‘While it is completely normal to have morning sickness and vomit because of it, it shouldn’t have this big of an effect on your daily life. Have you been drinking lots of water?’
‘So much, you wouldn’t believe,’ you whine, ‘it’s all I can consume that always doesn’t come straight back up.’
‘Hmmm, so you’re probably not dehydrated,’ she notes, ‘It could, and I mean could be HG.’
‘What’s that?’ Jaemin asks, and you look over at him and his eyebrows are knitted together in concern.
‘Hyperemesis Gravidarum,’ Doctor Nam responds like its nothing.
‘Hyperemesis grav….’ Jaemin tries to pronounce, but gives up.
‘It’s severe vomiting in pregnancy,’ she explains, ‘it’s not… incredibly common, but it’s not that rare, either. Around one to three in a hundred women get it.’
You’re silent, taking in the information you’re being given.
‘Why does she have it?’ Jaemin pipes up, voice wavering slightly.
‘It’s unknown what causes it. It’s thought that it could be because of the changing hormones within the body.’
Jaemin looks terrified.
‘Ha-H How would this affect Y/N? Or the baby?’ He stammers.
‘You’ve been watching it affect Y/N,’ Doctor Nam says, ‘and it really shouldn’t negatively affect the baby, unless Y/N begins to lose weight because of the vomiting. Then there is a risk of the baby being born smaller than expected.’
‘I’ve been gaining weight,’ you mumble, ‘believe it or not.’
’That’s good, Y/N,’ Doctor Nam remarks thoughtfully, ‘Now, about diagnosing it, a physical exam is enough.’
‘What kind of physical exam?’ You ask.
‘I’d have to take your blood pressure, and check your pulse.’
‘My pulse?’ You echo.
‘Women with HG tend to have fast pulses.’
‘Oh.’
‘I might also need to take a blood sample.’
——————
Around fifteen uncomfortable minutes later, you’re busy rubbing your sore arm over the circular bandaid.
‘Your blood pressure is completely normal,’ Doctor Nam informs you as she removes the arm cuff from your upper arm, ‘your pulse is fine as well.’
‘So… it’s not HG?’ You stammer, confusion growing even larger.
‘It doesn’t seem that way… But it’s still a possibility. We’ll have to wait for the results of your blood test.’
‘W-what should I do until then?’
‘Umm,’ Doctor Nam flips through her papers rapidly, ‘we can put you in for a dating scan, just so we know definitely how far along you are. That might give us a little bit of insight as to what is actually going on here.’
‘And when can we do that?’ Jaemin questions.
‘You can come in tomorrow,’ Doctor Nam says, ‘I’m just trying to find a time for you.’
There are a few more seconds of silence before she eventually looks up from her notebook, ‘I can fit you in at ten tomorrow morning.’
You look to Jaemin to see whether he’s ok with that time.
‘I’ll take the morning off work,’ he hums, rubbing your lower back to give you some comfort.
‘Okay,’ Doctor Nam concludes, placing her hands on her knees and standing up to walk you out, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.’
——————
The car ride home is relatively quiet. Jaemin turned the radio off when it automatically turned on, the music not fitting with your mood at all.
He holds your hand the whole way home, circling his thumb over the back of your hand and playing with your fingers, the way he knows you like it.
He also knows that you prefer to talk about things at home, so as soon as you cross the threshold you’re quickly kicking your shoes off, slowly making your way up the stairs and peeling off your clothes, tugging on some pyjamas.
‘I’m tired now,’ you rasp, ‘I think… I need to lie down.’
‘That’s okay,’ Jaemin says, ‘you haven’t been out in a while. We can just nap if you want.’
‘I… I… Can we cuddle?’
‘When have I ever said no to that?’
‘That is very true,’ you remark, snuggling your head into the pillow as he changes out of his day clothes, shrugging on a pair of grey sweatpants and foregoing a shirt before climbing into your bed next to you, pulling you into his arms.
‘Are you not cold?’ You mumble, ‘it’s February.’
‘I’m fine, Y/N,’ he hums, ‘I’m just worried about you.’
‘I’m sorry, Jaem.’
‘What for?’
‘Being like this,’ your voice is wobbling, eyes filling with tears, ‘being so sick and useless, leaving Chae all to you…’
‘You’re not useless,’ Jaemin insists, ‘I have told you this so many times that it’s not your fault at all. And you know how much I adore Chae, I would do anything for her and I really don’t mind-‘
‘I just can’t help but feel as though this isn’t good for me at all,’ you interrupt, tears falling down into your hair and onto the pillow.
‘What do you mean?’
‘It’s just… if I can’t handle this… maybe we just… should wait a bit longer.’
‘Y/N…’ Jaemin sounds tentative as he says your name, ‘what are you trying to say?’
‘Maybe I shouldn’t go through with this.’
There is an incredibly long silence.
‘What?’
Jaemin’s words are so quiet that they’re not even a whisper, but just part of the wind blowing outside.
‘You want to get an ab-‘
‘Don’t say it like that,’ you cut him off, ‘I don’t want to.’
‘Oh, Y/N…’
‘I’m sorry,’ you begin sobbing, ‘I just can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can’t. Please don’t be mad at me.’
‘Can I be honest?’
‘Yes, Jaem.’
‘I would be absolutely devastated if you were to do that.’
‘I don’t want to. I want another baby so so so bad. I want to give Chaeyeon a sibling so badly. But I feel like I’m dying or something. I feel so weak and tired.’
‘But you can do it, Y/N,’ Jaemin says, ‘you can push through. Think about how you’ll feel when we see our baby, think about how excited Chloe will be. If you really don’t think you can do it, I’ll try my best to understand, but, I also want you to think about me and Chae too. And the fact that you’ve done this before.’
‘You’re right, Jaem. I’m sorry.’
‘Don’t be sorry for having feelings Y/N. You’re having a hard time. I just don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.’
‘It just feels very different this time. It’s worse.’
‘And you’ll get through it.’
——————
‘Are you excited to see your baby?’ Doctor Nam asks as you shuffle onto the medical bed, laying down on your back.
‘We are,’ Jaemin chirps, taking your hand in his.
‘Okay, you know the deal Y/N,’ she squeezes the freezing gel onto your stomach, prompting you to squirm a little bit.
The monitor is right in front of your face, completely blank.
Doctor Nam places the wand on the top of your stomach, causing the image on the screen to flare to life.
’There they are,’ she narrates.
Your heart swells. The moment the image of your second baby formulates in front of your eyes, any desire to not go through with your pregnancy immediately melts away.
‘Wow,’ you breathe, catching the attention of Jaemin.
’That’s them, Y/N,’ he grins, kissing your cheek.
You watch the screen as Doctor Nam seems to zoom in.
‘Oh!’ She exclaims, causing you and Jaemin to snap your heads in her direction.
‘What?’ You ask, startled.
‘Look,’ she motions to the monitor, ‘Do you see it?’
She’s circling two separate grey shapes with the mouse.
‘I… don’t know if I’m following,’ you stumble, completely unable to believe what you’re seeing.
’Two heads, Y/N.’
‘I can’t tell if you’re telling me our baby has two heads or if there’s two of them.’
‘Congratulations, you guys, you’re having twins.’
‘Twins,’ Jaemin echos.
‘You seem to be around nine weeks gone,’ Doctor Nam adds, ‘this could be part of the reason why your morning sickness is so bad.’
’Oh my god, we’re going to have twins Jaem.’
‘One of them better be a boy or I swear to God-‘
‘Jaemin! What if they’re both girls!’
‘Then I will be severely outnumbered.’
Doctor Nam just laughs at your banter, ‘of course this means that we’ll have to give you a lot of extra attention, so that means more scans and appointments to make sure everything is going well. I’ll book another scan in for around three weeks from now.’
You’re not fully listening, completely floored at the idea of having two babies at once.
‘Are you happy?’ Jaemin asks you quietly.
‘I… I am now. I’m sorry for saying what I said.’
‘It’s okay,’ he whispers, kissing the side of your head gently, ‘as long as you don’t have any doubts now.’
‘It’s going to be hard but… I think I’m willing to do it. For both of them.’
——————
You wind up ordering an identical baby grow to the one you had originally ordered weeks ago.
It was hard keeping it a secret from everyone. You noticed how Jaemin had begun carrying around a scan photo in his wallet along with the usual photo of Chaeyeon.
Now that he knew you were pregnant with twins, Jaemin took extra care in making sure you were feeling comfortable and happy.
Doctor Nam had switched you onto a different anti-nausea medication which while not eliminating all of the vomiting, made you feel stable enough to begin working and living life as somewhat normal.
‘It’s so good to see you up and walking around,’ Jaemin’s mother remarks one evening as you’re cooking Chaeyeon’s dinner.
‘It’s so good to be up and walking around,’ you smile, stirring the pasta in the pot.
‘You’d been ill for so long I was beginning to think you were pregnant again,’ she laughs, not noticing the way you stiffen, coughing awkwardly as the wooden spoon hits off the sides of the metal pan, making a clunking sound.
Jaemin, who is leaning against the wall across from you, nods, knowing what you want to say.
‘Well… actually…’
Her head snaps up, staring at you with wide eyes.
‘You’re pregnant?’
‘It gets better,’ Jaemin cuts in before you can confirm.
‘It’s twins,’ you tell her, breaking into a wide smile.
Jaemin’s mother’s eyes somehow widen even more, and begin filling with tears.
‘Here,’ Jaemin pulls out the scan photo from his wallet, handing it to her.
Her thumbs trace over the two shapes on the photo as she stares at it in disbelief.
‘Congratulations, Y/N!’ She cries, sidling up next to you and pulling you into a hug.
‘Thank you mum/mom.’
She breaks away from you, going to hug her son.
They exchange some words that you can’t hear, before parting and turning back to look at you.
‘Have you told Chaeyeon?’
’Not yet,’ you hum, ‘you’re the first person we’ve told.’
‘How far along are you?’
‘Eleven weeks. We’ve got another scan next week so we’re probably gonna tell Chae in a couple of weeks time.’
‘Oh I’m so excited,’ Jaemin’s mother squeals.
‘Uhhh, Y/N,’ Jaemin suddenly drones.
‘Yeah?’
’The pasta…’
‘Oh shit, the pot is overflowing-‘
——————
‘Y/N!’ Doyeon squeals when she opens her front door to see you standing there.
‘Hey,’ you grin as she swallows you in a tight hug.
‘I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,’ she remarks, ‘how are things?’
You can’t help but feel the outline of her engagement ring pressing into your back. She and Jeno had gotten engaged a few months previously, which did not come as a massive shock to anybody.
Doyeon’s ring was absolutely gorgeous and you had already spent countless hours obsessing over it. The two of them hadn’t begun planning anything yet, preferring to spend some time saving money, but Doyeon had assured you that you, Chaeryeong and Mina would all be bridesmaids.
‘Where’s my little flower girl?’ Doyeon asks you, looking around to try and locate Chaeyeon.
’It’s Saturday,’ you narrow your eyes at her, ‘she’s at gymnastics…’
‘Oh, of course she is,’ she slaps her forehead.
‘Yeah, she’s busier than all of us,’ you laugh, ‘but you know what she’s like.’
‘Mmhm,’ Doyeon nods, ‘anyway, I just wanted to talk to you about the wedding.’
‘Yeah? What about it?’
‘We’ve finally got enough money saved to start planning and I was just starting with all of the numbers and stuff.’
You freeze up slightly at her words, knowing that she was somewhat coercing you to confess without realising it.
’So for the main things,’ she pulls out a fat notebook, slapping it down on her thighs and opening it, ‘I obviously have you three girls down as bridesmaids, you can all be my joint maid of honour type thing I guess, and I know Jeno has already asked Jaemin to be his best man.’
Your eyes awkwardly dart around as she lists the members of her bridal party, trying to avoid her gaze as she begins to talk about the kids.
‘And obviously Chaeyeon, Yuna and Yuri are gonna be flower girls and all that shit but I have absolutely no idea who we’re going to have as a page boy. I mean there are no boys in the family. Do we even need a page bo-‘
‘When are you planning to have it?’ You interrupt, trying to mentally figure out if the twins will even be here when they get married.
‘Uhh… we’re talking to a venue and it probably won’t be for another year or something,’ Doyeon replies, finally looking up from her notebook.
‘Well,’ you begin, sitting up in your chair slightly, ‘I think you might have to change your numbers.’
‘Huh?’ She furrows her eyebrows, ‘what are you talking about?’
‘I’m pregnant,’ you beam.
Doyeon’s face softens, eyebrows raising slightly, ‘really?’
A massive grin spreads across her face as you nod and she gets up from her chair, gently diving on you to give you a giant bear hug.
‘Oh my god,’ she giggles, ‘I’m so happy for you, Y/N! I get another niece/nephew!’
‘I hope this doesn’t throw off your plans.’
‘Are you kidding?’ She cries, ‘this is amazing! I’ll have to just add one more flower girl or page boy, let’s hope-‘
‘Actually, two more.’
She stares at you for a few seconds before it hits her.
‘Oh. My GOD!’ She carefully tackles you into another hug, ‘twins?!’
‘Yep,’ you confirm, ‘two more mini Jaemins.’
’Two more Chaeye- oh my god Chaeyeon’s going to have siblings… Does she know?’
‘No,’ you murmur, ‘I’m like twelve weeks now, so she’ll know fairly soon.’
‘Oh, I’m so happy for you Y/N,’ she says, engulfing you in yet another hug.
——————
‘Hey, gorgeous,’ Jaemin greets you as he enters your bedroom.
It was a Sunday, and usually both you and Jaemin would be off work, so you would spend the day with Chaeyeon. But today, Jaemin had picked up an extra shift as you were trying to save as much money as possible for the twins, leaving you alone with Chae all day. Not that you minded, of course.
‘Hi,’ you smile as he leans down to peck your forehead and then your stomach.
‘And hello to my other two babies,’ he murmurs, ‘how have you two been today?’
’They have something to show you,’ you respond, fingers playing with the hem of your (Jaemin’s) shirt.
‘And what’s that?’
You pull the shirt up so that it’s resting just under your chest where the curve of your new bump starts, and he audibly gasps.
You’d noticed earlier in the day that your bump had grown to the point where it was actually visible now.
‘That never gets old,’ Jaemin remarks, cold fingers ghosting over the skin of your belly.
‘How has your day been,’ you ask him, toying with his hair between your own fingers.
‘Pretty shit,’ he splutters, ‘but much better now.’
‘Good.’
A couple more minutes pass as you cuddle, the sound of the artificial Disney channel laugh track sounding from the TV in your living room being the only noise.
‘Jaemin?’ you interrupt the silence.
‘Yeah sweetheart?’
’Do you want to find out the genders? You know, at our sixteen-week scan.’
‘It’d be nice to know again,’ he nods, ‘but I don’t mind either way.’
‘I think I want to know,’ you whisper.
‘That’s ok with me,’ he smiles, pressing yet another kiss to your stomach, ‘I’ll be so so happy no matter what. I just hope you are too.’
——————
‘Ok, Chae,’ Jaemin announces, causing the small girl to stare at him like he had five heads.
‘Mum/mom, what’s going on?’ She asks you, and you just shrug.
‘We have something we need to talk to you about,’ Jaemin begins, and the little girl’s face morphs into a face full of dread.
‘Oh no, it’s nothing bad, is it?’ She stammers before Jaemin can end his sentence.
‘No, of course not-‘
‘You aren’t getting a divorce like Haseul’s parents? Are you?’
Her tiny eyes fill with tears.
‘Sweetheart, we’re not even married…’ you point out, and this seems to calm her down slightly, ‘but we’re definitely not breaking up either. It’s happy news, I promise.’
‘Pinky promise?’ Chaeyeon squeaks, holding out her pink finger.
‘Pinky promise,’ you confirm, wrapping your own pinky around hers.
‘So what is it?’ She chirps, excited to hear what you had to tell her.
‘Well… you know how Yuna has a little sister?’ Jaemin asks, and Chaeyeon instantly sits up in her chair.
‘Yuri! She’s so cute!’
Her reaction to the idea of Yuna having a sister calms your own nerves.
‘What would you think of having your own little brother or sister?’
Chaeyeon seems to ponder this for a minute, but eventually comes up with an answer, ‘if I could play with them, it would be fun.’
‘You probably wouldn’t be able to play with them for a little bit,’ you say, ‘babies are very delicate.’
‘I know,’ she purses her lips, ‘I can be patient.’
‘And how would you feel if mama was going to be having your little brother or sister?’
‘Happy,’ Chaeyeon nods.
You and Jaemin are silent for a couple of seconds, trying to figure out where to go from here.
‘Well, today is your lucky day Chlo,’ Jaemin claps his hands together, ‘cause mama is having a baby.’
Within seconds, Chaeyeon’s eyes are as wide as saucers, ‘really?’
’Two babies,’ you clarify, not wanting her to become confused.
’Two? I have two brothers or sisters?’
‘Yeah, baby,’ you nod in confirmation, bracing yourself as she comes barrelling towards you.
‘Careful of mommy/mummy Chloe,’ Jaemin warns, instinctively placing a hand over your stomach in between you and Chaeyeon.
’Sorry,’ she whispers before giggling once again.
‘Do you want to see them?’ You ask her and she begins nodding rapidly.
You pull up your shirt so she can see your protruded stomach.
‘You have to be extra careful of mama from now on,’ Jaemin explains to her, ‘because she’s keeping the babies safe in there, so we have to make sure they don’t get hurt. Okay?’
‘I’ll be careful.’
‘That’s my girl.’
‘In a few weeks you’ll be able to feel them moving around,’ you say, and she squeals, ‘and when they’re born they might take up a lot of mum/mom and dad’s time. But that doesn’t mean we love you any less. It just means you’re a big girl and you can do things by yourself, but the babies can’t.’
She doesn’t really take much notice of what you’re saying, rather taking the time to study your stomach and most likely think about the idea of having two new siblings.
‘How long until they get here?’ She asks, and you ruffle her black hair.
‘Around July or August,’ you tell her, ‘so they could be here for your birthday.’
‘Seriously?’
‘Yeah! Oh, and do you want to see some photos of them?’
——————
‘Jaem, wake up.’
‘What?’ He groans as you’re slowly shaking him awake, ‘what’s the matter?’
‘I want ice cream.’
He sighs, turning his head to look at the clock.
‘It’s two in the morning,’ he grumbles, ‘go back to sleep.’
‘Okay, let me rephrase what I just said,’ you say sweetly, before completely changing your demeanour, ’your two children who are currently growing inside me want ice cream. And there is none in the freezer. So, the man who put them in there should probably help the-‘
‘Ok, I’m up,’ he throws up his hands as he jumps out of bed, pulling on a random shirt from the back of the desk chair and some socks from the drawer.
‘You’re the best,’ you mumble.
‘I try,’ he mumbles back, as he feels around for his car keys.
Around twenty minutes later, he returns with a pint of ben & jerry’s ice cream from your local convenience store but of course, you’ve fallen back asleep and are now dead to the world.
‘For gods sake,’ he sighs with a fond smile on his face, ‘I guess I’ll go put this in the freezer.’
After doing so, he crawls back into your warm bed with you, arms snaking back around you and resting on your fifteen-week bump.
——————
‘How has the sickness been?’ Doctor Nam asks as she rubs the ultrasound gel onto your stomach.
‘Better now that I’m in the second trimester,’ you shiver as the coldness sets in, ‘I’ve been craving a lot more though.’
Doctor Nam laughs as Jaemin nods hastily in agreement.
‘Right, are we ready to find out what these babies are?’
‘More than ready,’ you take Jaemin’s hand, squeezing it once in excitement.
‘Let’s have a look then.’
She places the wand on top of your stomach, and you and Jaemin watch the screen as you two now slightly larger babies come into view.
’They’re getting pretty big in there,’ Doctor Nam comments.
You grin as she moves the wand around on your stomach, showing you your babies at different angles.
’They look so snug together,’ you point out to Jaemin who smiles.
’They’re twins, of course they’re all snuggled up together,’ he says like it is the most obvious thing in the world.
‘I can tell you the genders now, if you’d like,’ Doctor Nam interrupts your banter.
‘Please,’ you grin, squeezing Jaemin’s hand once more.
‘Let me see if I can find the correct angle.’
There are a few more moments of silence and looking around before she comes to a conclusion.
’So, baby A,’ she starts, and you both stare intently at her, desperately awaiting her answer.
’They seem to be the closest to your pelvis, so they’ll be out firs-‘
‘Just put us out of our misery,’ Jaemin interrupts, prompting you to slap his arm.
‘Okay,’ Doctor Nam chuckles, ‘so, baby A is a…. Girl.’
‘Another girl,’ you tear up, tears quickly spilling down your cheeks.
‘I have another baby girl,’ Jaemin gasps, lips quickly finding their way to yours.
‘You’re okay with that, right?’ You ask him, knowing how badly he wants a boy.
‘Are you kidding? Another Chaeyeon? Another version of the light of my fucking life?’
‘I know you really wanted a boy, so-‘
’So you won’t be disappointed,’ Doctor Nam cuts in.
‘You mean?’
’Baby B is definitely a boy!’
’Oh my god yes!’ Jaemin is almost jumping up and down with excitement.
He kisses you once again.
‘A boy, a boy, a boy,’ he repeats, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.
‘A boy and a girl,’ you cry.
You’re so unbelievably overwhelmed that you’re sobbing now, heart exploding at the image of your new baby boy and girl.
——————
‘What do you think of Matthew for a boy?’ You ask Jaemin as you’re standing in front of the mirror, rubbing lotion on your growing bump.
‘Nah,’ he responds bluntly, ‘I don’t like it.’
‘Well have you thought of anything else?’
‘I like Sadie (yes this is how I write myself into the story) for a girl,’ he says, pursing his lips in thought, ‘but I don’t know. I don’t think that’s right. I’m surprised you haven’t gone with your previous method of just naming them after people we know.’
‘Because it is so fucking hard to combine the names of your friends,’ you rant, ‘I mean we decided on Yewon for her ages ago, combining Yerim and Chaewon but it’s been weeks and my brain just can’t put your friends names together.’
You both think for a minute.
‘None of the things that I think of are real fucking names,’ you grunt, putting the cap back on the bottle and placing it on the dresser before wandering over to your bed, carefully lowering yourself down and cuddling into Jaemin’s side.
‘Well obviously we have to include Jeno,’ Jaemin shrugs.
‘Jehyuck.’
’That is not a real name.’
‘Jele.’
He begins cackling at this, ‘it sounds like jelly.’
‘Okay, okay, um… Mark’s korean name. Jehyung. Mino.’
‘At least Mino is an actual real name. But it doesn’t feel right at all.’
‘Well what do you suggest then?’
‘We haven’t tried it with Renjun yet,’ he points out, ‘but am I sure I want to name our son after Huang Renjun? No I am not.’
‘Jejun is nice,’ you hum, ‘Yewon and Jejun.’
‘I’ll think about it,’ he acknowledges, tucking his head onto your chest, beginning to draw shapes on your bare stomach with his fingers.
‘Hello you two,’ you can feel his cheeks expanding as he grins, and you grab a handful of his brown hair and begin playing with it.
‘I don’t think I know how to properly talk to two babies. Last time there was only one, and that was a long time ago so I’m kind of out of practice. I hope you already recognise my voice though. If you don’t well… I’m your daddy, if you didn’t already know.’
‘I don’t think they have much choice,’ you giggle, ‘I don’t think either of them could forget the sound of you singing along to Mamma Mi-‘
’But that didn’t happen,’ he interrupts, causing you to burst out laughing.
‘Yes it did! Yewon and whatever your name is, his favourite song is Gimme Gimme-‘
‘It is the superior song, Y/N.’
‘Whatever you say, Jaem.’
‘Anyway, I am not wrong, and I hope the two of you grow up knowing Gimme Gimme is the best ABBA song.’
’Maybe you should sing some for them,’ you suggest.
‘Really?’ He humours you, and you can feel his chest bounce as he chuckles, ‘do you really want me to put then through that?’
’They want it,’ you insist, admittedly using emotional tactics to try and get him to sing.
As soon as you say these words, you feel a faint push from inside of you.
‘Oh,’ you jump, grabbing Jaemin’s arm.
‘What?’ his face quickly transforms into one of deep concern, sitting bolt upright to face you, ‘what’s the matter?’
‘Keep talking to them,’ you instruct, ‘I think one of them just kicked.’
‘Oh shit okay,’ he exhales loudly, head immediately finding its way back onto your chest, ‘Which one of you did that?”
‘It was like down here,’ you take his hand and move it to the underside of your belly where you felt the kick, ‘the lower twin. Yewon.’
‘Yewon, don’t kick your mum/mom,’ Jaemin jokingly scolds her, lightly tapping and prodding at the moisturised skin.
‘Yewon, sweetheart, you want to do that again for your dad?’ You try to encourage her even though she doesn’t understand you, and once again you feel her weak attempt at a kick.
‘I felt it!’ Jaemin exclaims.
‘Yeah?’
‘Hmm,’ he grins, dotingly rubbing at your stomach, ‘it was weak, but I felt it.’
’Soon enough I’ll have two pairs of feet punting my bladder twenty-four seven.’
’They’ll be kicking each other as well, you’re not the only victim here,’ Jaemin sniggers.
‘Yeah but it doesn’t hurt them… and it hurts me.’
‘Well when that time comes I’ll sing them to sleep with my incredible ABBA covers.’
——————
‘Where do you want it?’
Jeno is holding up the crescent-shaped shelf set against the wall, staring at you while he awaits your answer.
‘Uhh… a bit to the left,’ you say, eyes following his movements as he moves the shelf in the direction you asked him to.
’There is perfect,’ you say when he holds it in the correct place, and he nods and puts the shelf set on the floor.
‘You can go sit down now,’ Jaemin wraps his arms around you from behind, pecking the bare skin of your shoulder.
‘Yeah, you can trust us Y/N,’ Jeno says as he positions the nail on the wall with one hand, holding a hammer in the other.
‘Okay, okay, fine,’ you wriggle out of Jaemin’s arms, turning around to quickly kiss his lips before leaving, waddling into your living room.
‘How are they doing in there?’ Chaeryeong asks.
‘Who? Jaemin and Jeno or the twins?’
Mina snorts, taking a big gulp of the rosé from the wine glass in her hand.
’Those two are fine,’ you say, motioning in the general direction of the twins’ room where Jaemin and Jeno were, building all of the furniture.
You couldn’t blame Mina for drinking. Doyeon is smack bang in the middle of wedding planning and naturally when it came to helping out you’d taken a bit of a backseat, meaning Chaeryeong and Mina had become the main players in helping Doyeon and Jeno.
‘We bought the flowers the other day,’ Doyeon had told you when you had politely asked about planning earlier in the day, ‘we thought about maybe getting lily of the valleys but then those can like… poison people. But then I saw the white lilacs and I actually fell in love with them so we’re having those instead-‘
‘I’m surprised we’re not walking you down the aisle first,’ Mina states, staring you down.
‘We agreed we weren’t going to get married for a while,’ you elucidate, ‘besides. We can’t really afford it at the moment with all the money we’ll need for the twins and Chae’s gymnastics tuition… I’m not in a hurry and Jaemin isn’t either.’
‘You’ve been together for so long,’ Chaeryeong comments, eyes widening at the thought of how many years it has been.
’Twelve years,’ you say, feeling a bit taken aback yourself.
’We’re all so old,’ Chaeryeong sighs deeply, ‘Doyeon and Jeno are getting married, Donghyuck has two kids, Y/N and Jaemin have three. What’s next, we discover Renjun has a secret family with over fourteen kids?’
You smile at her sarcasm, not being able to ignore the sentiment behind her words.
‘Jeno and I are going to start trying for a baby once we’re married,’ Doyeon mutters.
’Seriously?’ You wheeze, sitting up with a start.
‘Jeno really really wants one,’ she smiles fondly as she talks about her fiancee, ‘I mean I do too obviously, but he has like, mad baby fever.’
‘Reallllly,’ Chaeryeong’s eyebrows are so far up her forehead they’ve practically reached her hairline.
‘I mean as much as it scares me,’ Doyeon fidgets, ‘I think I’m ready for it.’
‘It’s so hard,’ you say truthfully, ‘but it’s so so so rewarding. Admittedly earlier on in this pregnancy I thought I couldn’t do it. I was so sick and it was so hard to see the end. But as soon as I went in for that first ultrasound all of the memories of how I felt when Chaeyeon was born just came flooding back. And I just came to the realisation that I would do anything for these three kids. And you and Jeno will be so amazing, and make a fucking gorgeous baby because you’re both gorgeous people and I guess what I’m trying to say is that you will be scared, but it will all be worth it in the end.’
‘I love you guys,’ Doyeon cries, wiping away a few stray tears.
’Soon enough we’ll be fifty years old and menopausal,’ Mina deadpans, causing the four of you to burst into loud (and apprehensive) laughter.
——————
‘Why do you have to think about so many things with twins…’ you whine as you stand in the middle of the twins’ nursery, eyes flicking from crib to crib.
Chaeyeon is sitting on the floor, playing some random game on your phone as you try to envision which twin should go in which crib.
‘It’s not that big of a deal,’ Jaemin shrugs, looking over Chaeyeon’s shoulder to watch her furiously tap at the screen.
’Then why am I stressing out so much over it?’
‘You’re just hormonal, Y/N.’
‘Dad, what does hormonal mean?’ Chaeyeon innocently asks.
You turn around to shoot a glare at Jaemin, who grimaces under your gaze.
’Uh, nothing, Chae, how about you go and get your bag ready for school tomorrow?’
She shoots him a confused look, mumbling a low ‘okay,’ slowly getting up and leaving the room.
‘What’s the matter?’ Jaemin pouts as he makes his way over to where you’re standing, hugging you from behind and placing his chin on your shoulder.
’There is just a lot to think about,’ you reply, tired and heavy eyes fluttering shut as you lean against his chest.
‘I know you’re stressed,’ he kisses your cheek softly, ‘and I’m sorry I can’t do very much to help.’
‘It is just like… all of the things I worried about with Chaeyeon times two,’ you exclaim, ‘I just want to enjoy being pregnant for the last time without constantly stressing over tiny things but I’m standing here having a breakdown over which bed I’m going to put each one in, even though the cribs are literally identical-‘
‘Y/N-‘
‘And I still feel so guilty that I’ll have to mix feed them instead of just breastfeeding. I mean what if one of them becomes unwell or something and its my fault because-‘
‘Y/N.’
You try your best to swallow the massive lump that is in your throat.
‘You’re tired,’ Jaemin murmurs, ‘let’s go to bed, okay?’
You’re trying so hard to not burst into tears as he holds you on your way to your room. He helps you get into bed, your twenty-five week pregnant stomach getting in the way.
‘I’ll go put Chae to bed,’ he says, ‘and I’ll be back to cuddle you happy.’
Before you can even ask him to give you a kiss he has already given you three, almost as though he could read your mind.
As promised he returns around ten minutes later, wasting no time in taking you into his arms.
‘I was meaning to tell you,’ he whispers, trying to be mindful of the newly asleep Chaeyeon.
‘What?’ you’re burying your head in his neck, trying to find comfort in the warmth.
‘I think his English name should be Mark.’
You splutter your laughter, ‘I’m shocked.’
‘Mark John,’ he adds as though he is trying to support his point.
‘John?’
‘You told me you were pregnant with Chae in John Suh’s bedroom in that fucking frat house nine years ago,’ he smiles absentmindedly at the memory, ‘and that changed my life. So I guess it has something of significance.’
‘I love it,’ you try to smile as Mark (the baby) kicks you hard.
You had become accustomed to being able to tell which baby was kicking. Yewon was always kicking at the bottom of your stomach, and was a lighter kicker than Jejun, who kicked higher up on your stomach and harder.
‘One name to go,’ he grits his teeth, drawing figure eights on your abdomen.
’I love you, Jaem,’ you say randomly, running your fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp the way he likes it, ‘thank you for everything.’
‘It’s nothing, my sweet girl. I don’t like to hear you talk badly about yourself when it comes to the kids. Or at all. You’re an incredible mother and I love you. It doesn’t matter you can’t always breastfeed, you can always pump milk for them and I know that just like Chaeyeon, the both of them will be two of the happiest and healthiest kids because of you.’
‘I hope so,’ you sigh, anxiously nibbling the skin of your index finger.
‘We’ve done it before,’ he points out, ‘and I’d say we’ve done pretty well.’
’She is the sweetest,’ you smile fondly at the thought of your daughter.
‘And we’re going to create two more sweet kids,’ Jaemin promises you as you shift in discomfort.
‘Are you hurting?’
‘Yeah, it’s just Junie kicking me stupid hard again, and my feet kind of hurt.’
‘We should put him in football/soccer,’ Jaemin quips, much to your distain.
‘Poor ball,’ you mumble.
‘Do you want me to massage your feet?’
‘If you can be bothered.’
‘I’ll always be bothered to take care of you my love.’
Soon enough he’s sitting at the end of the bed with your swollen feet in his lap, slowly rubbing them, fingers doing a great job alleviating the soreness.
‘Is that better?’
‘So much better.’
‘I’m glad angel,’ he leans down to press a kiss to your ankle and then your lower leg.
Your eyes begin to slowly droop shut, the weight of your stress finally beginning to take its toll on you.
‘Go to sleep baby,’ Jaemin hums in a low voice, ‘get some rest. I’ll be here in the morning.’
And so you allow yourself to fall asleep, Jaemin crawling back up the bed to pull you into his warm arms.
——————
‘Mama?’ Chaeyeon asks one night when you’re curled up in her bed together watching Disney+ on your ‘family laptop’.
‘Yes Chlo?’ You’re playing with her hair, twisting it between your fingers.
‘You know how daddy talks to my brother and sissy?’
‘Uh-huh,’ you nod, not having any idea as to where this conversation could be going.
‘Can I talk to them?’
You heart melts at the innocence of her request, and you fight the urge to tackle her in a hug as you nod and pause the film.
You roll up Jaemin’s shirt so that she can see your stomach.
‘They’re getting big in there, aren’t they Chae,’ you try to give her something to talk about, as she seems unsure.
‘How big are they?’
‘Uh, well,’ you trace the outline of Jejun on the top of your belly, ‘your brother is about this big, so your sissy is probably around the same size.’
‘How long until they come out?’
You weren’t surprised by her questions as she had constantly bombarded you with similar ones for weeks now.
‘Around ten to twelve weeks sweetheart. You stayed in for forty weeks, but cause they’re twins they might come a bit early, you see, so they could come before forty weeks,’ you explain.
‘Oh.’
‘Are you still excited?’
‘Yeah! Of course... I just want to play with them now...’
You sigh, continuing to run your fingers through her thin hairs.
‘You can talk to them... they can hear you.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah, Chae. If you talk to them enough, when they’re born they’ll be able to remember your voice.’
This seems to give her enough motivation to begin talking to them as she places her head on the peak of your bump, resting her hand on the underside.
‘Junie?’ She lisps, calling out for her baby brother.
To your surprise he kicks at a spot just behind her head.
‘He can hear you baby,’ you smile, ‘he kicked just there.’
You guide her tiny hand to the spot.
‘Junie,’ Chaeyeon repeats, and he kicks once again, prompting Chae to break into a toothy grin.
‘That’s weird,’ she giggles.
‘You did that to me all the time,’ you tell her, and she scrunches her face up.
‘Did I?
‘Yep.’
‘Does it hurt?’
‘Sometimes. But it’s nice to know that they’re doing okay in there.’
Chaeyeon seems to accept this answer, dropping her head back down onto your belly and talking to her two siblings again.
‘Please don’t hurt mama,’ she pleads, ‘it’s... it’s bad.’
You resist the urge to giggle.
‘Anyway, I hope you come out soon. I’ve always wanted a brother or sister, I was so jealous that Yuna had one and I didn’t, but now I have more than she does! So ha! Um... Mama and Dad say I have to try and be a good sister to you both so, I’ll try my best. I’ll let you play with my Lego. And we can hang out in my tent!’
You knew she was referring to the massive pink-satiny tent in the corner of her room, which Jaemin had put together for her a while back. It was definitely your personal favourite part of her room, as it looked so pretty in the dark with the twinkly gold fairy lights turned on. You would sit in there with her on cushions before you got pregnant very often, watching her read or draw.
‘I’m so happy to have a baby brother and sister. I’ve been lonely for so long. I wished for Christmas that I could have a sister. And now I have Yewonnie.’
Your heart aches at her words. When Chae was four, Jaemin had practically begged on his knees for you to agree to give Chaeyeon a sibling ‘in the future’ as he had spent his entire childhood dreaming of having siblings. You knew this pregnancy meant a great deal to him, knowing he could fulfill his wish of giving Chaeyeon siblings.
‘So I love you guys. I hope I can see you both soon!’
Out of the corner of your eye you can see Jaemin standing at the door, staring on at the scene with glossy eyes.
You find yourself yawning, the late-night hour finally catching up to you.
‘Ugh, Chae I think I might have to head to bed,’ you murmur between yawns, and her face drops.
‘But we’re not finished watching the movie,’ she whines in protest.
Jaemin steps in almost immediately, ‘Junie and Yewon make mama tired, Chae.’
‘Are Junie and Yewon tired?’
‘They might be,’ Jaemin hums, ‘I’ll finish watching the movie with you.’
After you swap places, Jaemin covers Chaeyeon with the blankets again.
‘What are we watching?’ He asks her.
‘Beauty and the beast,’ she responds, eyes trained on the laptop screen.
‘Ooh, I love that one,’ Jaemin feigns interest, smiling when Chaeyeon tucked her head into his neck.
——————
‘Which baby monitor did we buy for Chae again?’ Jaemin asks you as he held two different brands up, one in each hand.
‘Was it not the BT one?’ you ask, looking over his shoulder at the two monitors.
‘I think it was actually.’
You were currently thirty-four weeks pregnant, and since you were obviously pregnant with twins you knew you could realistically go into labour at any point in the next six weeks. For this reason, you were currently out buying last minute things for both of your babies. Chae was currently at Jaemin’s mother’s house, as you knew that this shopping trip would most likely bore the hell out of her.
‘We just had an audio one though,’ he points out, turning the Motorola box onto its side and reading the selling points.
‘Maybe we should get one with a camera,’ Jaemin suggests, ‘since we have to look after two of them at night, it’ll probably be easier so we can actually see who’s crying before we go in their room.’
‘You’re right,’ you nod, ‘put it in the trolley.’
Half an hour later, Jaemin is wheeling out several bags full of your last minute things in the trolley, including things like diapers, wipes and extra baby grows to your car.
He pops open the boot as you get into the passenger seat, placing the bags down before shutting the boot and joining you in the car.
’It’s so strange that we’re buying newborn clothes for the last time,’ he remarks as he does up his seatbelt.
‘I’ve bought enough newborn clothes for a lifetime,’ you sigh deeply, yawning loudly.
‘Are you tired?’
‘I’ve just walked around for like two hours buying only baby stuff. Of course I’m tired,’ you huff.
As you’re in the middle of ranting about the cause of your tiredness, you notice Jaemin sneakily checking his phone, typing a message to someone before slipping it back into his pocket.
‘Have a nap until we get home. It’s rush hour, so it’ll take about an hour anyway.’
‘Okay,’ you hum, moving the seatbelt so that you could rest your head on it.
You quickly fall asleep to the quiet easy listening radio station playing in the background and Jaemin’s hand softly rubbing your knee.
——————
‘Mina why have you always got to be so fucking loud?’ Doyeon hisses, poking her best friend’s leg with her foot.
‘I’m literally just breathing?’ Mina snaps back, making Doyeon roll her eyes.
‘Well breathe quieter!’
‘Both of you, shut it,’ Chaeryeong smacks both of them on their arms, prompting both of them to yelp and rub their arms.
‘I swear to god if you both ruin this surprise for Y/N, I will end you both.’
‘Sorry Chaeryeong,’ Doyeon pouts, ‘I just want this to go well.’
‘We all do, so shut the fuck up,’ Mark whispers so the kids don’t hear.
At that exact moment, Jeno’s phone chimes, and he yells out, ‘they’re just outside!’
Jaemin had desperately hoped you’d be in a good mood for the surprise baby shower he had thrown behind your back.
You had slept the entire way home, not even waking up when Jaemin spent the entire time you were in traffic stealing glances at you.
Once you pulled up outside, Jaemin gently shook you awake, helping you out the car and holding your hand as you hobbled down the driveway.
‘Wait a sec, Jaem,’ you whine as a Braxton hick takes over your body, making you stop in your tracks.
Jaemin waits patiently as you squeeze his hands, waiting for your contraction to be over.
Eventually it dwindles away and you’re able to continue walking. Jaemin unlocks the door with a click, pushing it open and revealing the inside of your dark house.
‘Do you know what time your mum/mom going to drop Chae off?’
‘Uhh-‘
’SURPRISE!’
You shriek as the lights flicker on and several people jump out from behind different pieces of furniture.
’Surprise, sweetheart,’ Jaemin murmurs in your ear as you try to take everything in.
‘Did you do this?’ You ask him.
‘Yeah,’ he nods, ‘just for you.’
At that moment you notice Chaeyeon wandering towards you, arms outstretched.
You burst into tears as you encase her in a hug, emotions and hormones overtaking you.
‘Oh my sweet baby girl I love you,’ you cry, and you hear the awwing from the other girls in the room.
‘Love you too, mama… but are you okay? Why are you crying?’
‘I’m fine, baby, they’re happy tears I promise.’
‘Auntie Doyeon brought cake!’
‘Did she now?’ You turn around to look at Doyeon, who is looking around guiltily.
‘Do you want some, Chae?’ You ask, and she nods rapidly.
‘Okay, you can have a little bit.’
Jaemin takes her to go and cut up some cake while you greet your friends.
‘Markie,’ you grin as you hug (adult) Mark.
‘Y/N,’ he pulls away from your hug to point at your stomach, ‘how is little Mark?’
‘He’s good,’ you nod, ‘he’s chilling in there just fine, still kicks like he is trying to break out.’
‘I would never kick you,’ Mark reassures you, and you laugh.
‘I know, Mark,’ you chuckle, ‘you don’t have to tell me.’
‘Aunt Y/N!’ You hear Yuri and Yuna yell as they run towards you to give you gentle hugs.
‘Hi you two,’ Mark walks away as you greet the two children in front of you.
Donghyuck is on their tail, ‘girls where are you going? Don’t run in the house- oh, sorry Y/N.’
‘It’s okay, Hyuck, they’re just saying hi.’
‘Are you have a baby soon?’ Yuri asks, staring up at you in amazement.
‘I’m having two babies soon,’ you tell her, holding up two fingers.
‘Wow! Daddy, auntie Y/N has two babies in her tummy!’
You and Donghyuck share a look, smiling at the hilarity of her words.
‘Yeah she does Yuri.’
‘Where’s Chae?’ Yuna asks you.
’She’s in the kitchen getting cake,’ you point in the general direction of the kitchen and she immediately leaves to go and see her best friend and ‘cousin.’
’Sorry about Yuna,’ Donghyuck rolls his eyes as Yuri begins making grabby hands, asking to be held, ’she’s only nine but she acts like a teen sometimes.’
‘It’s fine, Hyuck. You don’t have to apologise for them, I love them,’ you boop Yuri’s nose and she giggles.
You had noticed that the more Yuri got older, the more and more she became just like Donghyuck. She had his deep skin as well as his cheeky humour and wit. While Yuna was exactly like Chaewon, cute and shy, Yuri was exactly like Donghyuck.
‘Yuri won’t be the youngest anymore,’ he frowns, pushing stray hairs away from her eyes.
‘I know,’ you shudder, ‘we’re getting old Hyuck.’
‘Five kids between us.’
’To be fair, we only planned for four.’
Donghyuck laughs loudly at this, ‘I think Doyeon is just happy she has her page boy.’
You snort, ‘an eight-month old one. Someone is going to have to hold poor Jejun.’
‘Poor Jejun.’
The rest of the evening is spent laughing and talking, catching up with your friends.
You learn that Doyeon wants you to go to one of her dress fittings with her in the next couple of weeks, her reasoning being that she ‘valued your opinion the most,’ Chaeryeong had been seeing a girl who she refused to give up the name of, and most surprisingly Mina thought Mark might be dropping hints that he wanted to get engaged.
‘We were shopping the other day and he saw me looking at those rings, you know the ones at the jewellers on the high street? Anyway I walked off to look at the necklaces and he was talking to the clerk but I didn’t hear anything he was saying and I don’t know how to subtly mention my ring size to him-‘
You were tired as fuck by the end of the night, which was eight pm, standing in front of your fireplace with a glass of water in your hands.
‘Can I say something real quick?’
Everyone grows silent at your request, and Jaemin sidles up next to you, placing his arm around your waist.
’So we both just wanted to say how much we appreciate literally all of the support you’ve all given me, Jaemin and Chaeyeon for the last… nine years now? Wow, well, thank you all for everything. I don’t think me or Jaem would have been half the parents we are now if it weren’t for all of your collective love and support, so thank you for loving Chaeyeon, and now Jejun and Yewon as much as we do. Thank you for being the best family ever. And thank you for this incredible surprise. I’m so lucky to have so many people willing to go out of their way to surprise me…’
Your eyes are quickly filling with hot tears, and you try hard to blink them away.
‘Um… and now I just can’t wait to push these two out and finally introduce them to you all.’
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Chaeyeon’s ninth birthday comes and goes. You tried your hardest to look as though you were thoroughly enjoying yourself, despite the fact that you were so uncomfortable all day long.
It was dead in the middle of summer so you had sweat profusely, spending the majority of the day sitting in front of the fan which was running at full blast.
Soon enough it was the night before Jaemin’s twenty-eighth birthday, and you were curled up on the sofa together.
Chaeyeon had not long gone to bed, coming home after a long night of gymnastics.
You had gotten her to write out a birthday card for Jaemin before shoving it along with his presents in your closet.
You were around thirty-eight weeks pregnant, and Jaemin was currently rubbing lotion onto your stomach while you attempted to fall asleep. It was hard to find a good position to sleep in due to the sheer size of your bump.
‘Agh,’ you hiss as a bad cramp passes through your lower stomach.
‘Are you still having those cramps?’ Jaemin asks, concerned.
‘Yeah, but they’re probably just braxtons,’ you shake your hand in dismissal, ‘I’m fine. I’ll just sleep it off.’
‘If you’re sure,’ he tuts, reaching an arm out to switch off the bedside lamp.
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2:49am.
You wake up to see the bright red lights of your alarm clock glaring at you.
Your curtains were half open for some reason, casting the light of the moon into the room.
For a few moments you were unsure as to what had suddenly woken you up at such a ridiculous hour, but then it hit you.
A powerful stabbing pain rips through your whole body and you sit up, squeezing your eyes shut tightly.
Jaemin was still fast asleep next to you, completely oblivious to the pain you were currently in.
’No, you’re not supposed to do that yet,’ you whisper to your stomach, slowly but surely shuffling out of bed.
You use the wall behind you to support yourself as you rise to your feet, slowly stumbling into the bathroom.
Naturally, with two humans sitting on your bladder you woke up also really needing to pee so you do, wiping with great difficulty and trying to flush as quietly as possible.
You get up and shut the toilet lid. You’re just about to leave the room and limp back to bed when yet another ripping pain tears through you, prompting you to whine in agony.
‘Oh, we’re doing this now are we?’ You mutter, leaning over one of the twin sinks, ‘you could have waited until it wasn’t your dads birthday, but, I guess it’s up to you two- agh!’
You try to remember and perform the breathing exercises you’d learnt while you were pregnant with Chaeyeon all those years ago, but to no avail; your contractions were still pumping through your body consistently.
You’re contemplating whether or not to wake Jaemin up and call in his parents so they can come and look after Chae when you realise just how close together your contractions are.
You’re mentally planning out these next few steps in your mind when a particularly powerful contraction washes over you, causing you to yelp loudly.
‘Y/N?’ Jaemin calls out your name from the other side of the bathroom door.
You hear a couple of thuds, which you imagine is Jaemin getting out of bed, and the door swings open.
He stops in his tracks when he notices the way you are stood, hunched over, face screwed up tightly.
‘Cramps again?’ He asks, rushing to your side to help you hold up your body.
‘No,’ you gulp, ‘contractions.’
’Shit, ok-‘
‘You need to call your mum/mom. Now.’
‘Ok, I will, let’s just sit down first, is that okay?’
You nod weakly while Jaemin leads you back to your bed, sitting down next to you. You place one hand on his shoulder, placing your forehead down on top of your hand while he types on his phone.
The phone rings for quite a while, and you can imagine Jaemin’s mother’s voice on the other side of the phone as she answers groggily.
‘Jaemin?’
‘Mum/mom, Y/N is in labour, and really needs to go to the hospital like, now.’
‘Oh shit,’ you hear her say, ‘I’ll be right over.’
‘Okay, thank you mum/mom. Right, ok, bye- she’s on her way Y/N.’
You had decided earlier on in your pregnancy that this time, you were going to deliver the twins in a hospital. You felt more comfortable this way as with twins and the difficult pregnancy that you’d had, things were more likely to go wrong. Therefore you felt as though you were in the best hands in a hospital.
Jaemin’s mother unlocks the door with her spare key, whisper shouting both of your names before making her way upstairs.
She pouts when she sees you leaning into Jaemin.
‘You two should really get going,’ she comments, and you nod rapidly,
‘Yeah, this is getting really bad- agh, fuck!’
‘I’ll go and get the bag-‘ Jaemin starts, but his mother interrupts.
‘I’ll get the bag. You, get her in the car.’
You’re grateful for the support the bannister gives you as you make your way down the stairs, despite the fact you thought you could maybe end up snapping it (you don’t) and Jaemin’s mother slowly follows you both down.
The three of you try to be as quiet as possible as Chaeyeon was still fast asleep and soon enough, you’re in the car, receiving a good luck hug and kiss from Jaemin’s mom/mum.
‘You’ll do great, Y/N,’ she rubs your arms comfortingly, ‘and in the meantime I’ll take good care of Chae for you.’
’Thank you mum/mom,’ you mumble, ‘hopefully all four of us will see you very soon.’
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Your house was relatively close to the hospital, so within forty minutes you were there, checked in, changed and sitting on this yoga ball that was already in the room.
Doctor Nam enters the room around fifteen minutes after you arrive.
‘You like having babies at night don’t you?’ She jokes, but it’s hard for you to laugh as another contraction reaches its peak.
‘Is it ok if I move you to the bed Y/N? I need to see how dilated you are.’
‘I think I slept through a lot of it,’ you whine while Jaemin is helping you off the yoga ball and onto the bed.
‘You might be maybe halfway done already… but no promises.’
Jaemin helps you pull off your underwear, and you try your best to move your legs so that Doctor Nam can check you properly.
‘Wow, you’re already around five centimetres.’
‘FIVE?’ You exclaim loudly, staring at her in disbelief.
‘Well you have been having little cramps since about seven last night,’ Jaemin points out, ‘they were probably contractions.’
‘Yeah that kind of makes sens- oh fucking hell ow.’
‘Y/N, you remember this?’
Doctor Nam holds up this belt looking thing that you honestly couldn’t remember the name of, but recognised nonetheless.
You nod.
‘Alright so I’m just going to set this up so we can monitor the twins while you labour.’
You only murmur an ‘okay,’ as she spends a few minutes setting up the device.
You’re in the midst of a powerful wave of pain when you suddenly remember pain relief.
‘I- can- agh-‘
‘It’s okay Y/N,’ Jaemin runs his fingers through your hair while you’re trying to get through the contraction while you’re mewling and writhing in agony.
’It seems as though both of them doing okay in there,’ Doctor Nam comments.
‘Ca- can I have the gas and air machine?’ You finally manage to say, and her eyes widen.
‘Oh yes of course sorry.’
‘It’s okay I understand that there’s a lot to do.’
‘You’re just more dilated than I thought… Anyway, I’ll be back every fifteen minutes or so to check both of the twin’s heartbeats and make sure they’re both coping well with the contractions.’
Jaemin can tell you’re not exactly in the right frame of mind to come up with an actual response, so he smiles and mutters a quiet ‘thank you.’
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Six am. Six centimetres.
‘Jaem,’ you whimper.
‘I’m here,’ he says lowly, crawling on the bed to get as close as he could to you and wrapping an arm around you.
‘It hurts so fucking much.’
‘I know sweetheart, I know. And I’m so proud of you for dealing with this so well.’
‘I… I need the mask.’
Jaemin aids you in guiding the mask onto your face, stroking your matted and sweaty hair as you breathe in the Entonox.
‘You’re doing so well, sweet girl, it won’t be long until we have our twins.’
‘I want to see them now,’ you pout, and Jaemin smiles sadly.
‘You have to finish the hard part first Y/N,’ he kisses your hairline, ‘and you know that it’ll be so so worth it.’
You sort of just nod your head, and your mind wanders to your other daughter.
‘How do you think Chae is?’
’She’s probably still asleep, love.’
‘What time is it?’
‘Uhh… Six forty-nine.’
‘Oh,’ you mutter, knowing Chaeyeon would be asleep for at least another hour and ten minutes. You’re thinking about Chaeyeon and her day when you realise you haven’t even said happy birthday to your boyfriend
‘Oh, and Jaemin?’
‘Yes?’
‘Happy birthda- OW, ow ow ow OW-‘
’Thank you, pretty girl,’ he waits until your contraction is over to place a long kiss on your cheek.
‘Can you believe they are going to have the same birthday as me?’ Jaemin gushes excitedly.
‘Jesus, all four of my kids’ birthdays are within two weeks of each other. My bank account is going to be dry as fuck in Augusts for the rest of time.’
’Shut up,’ he chuckles, ‘you know we’re all worth it.’
‘Chaeyeon, Yewon and Jejun, yeah, but you? Absolutely not.’
‘Hey,’ he gently pokes your arm in annoyance.
‘I’m just kidding,’ you hum, ‘and we still haven’t thought of an English name for Yewon.’
‘Maybe we’ll know when we see her.’
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Eight am. Seven centimetres.
Things had been progressing ‘well’ according to Doctor Nam, and the twins were doing well.
However, when she came to check their heartbeats at around eight-thirty in the morning, things drastically changed.
You first panicked when an alarmed expression appeared on her face and she began rapidly pushing a button.
‘What’s going on?’ Jaemin demands as several people begin filing into the room.
You’re completely frozen as they rush to look at all of the different monitors, speaking to each other in hushed voices.
‘Yewon isn’t coping well with the contractions,’ Doctor Nam explains, ‘she needs to come out, now.’
‘B-b-but I’m not ten centimetres yet,’ you stutter, and she gives you a sympathetic look.
‘We’re going to have to perform an emergency c-section.’
You inhale sharply, your own heart rate increasing rapidly.
‘I’m Doctor Lim,’ one of the male doctors beside you introduces himself, ‘we’re the team that is going to perform your c-section.’
You look at Jaemin in fear, and he looks equally as afraid.
As if she senses both of your fright, Doctor Nam cuts in, ‘both you and Yewon will be absolutely fine as long as we do this as soon as possible.’
‘Everything is going to be just fine, Y/N,’ Doctor Lim adds.
A nurse who you don’t know the name of suddenly appears and you notice the syringe she’s holding.
‘I need to hook you up to this IV Y/N.’
You simply just nod, taking deep breaths in an attempt to regulate your breathing.
You try not to squeak as she does so, beginning the transfer of fluids into your body.
The multiple doctors and nurses prep you as Jaemin encourages you to focus on his eyes.
‘We’re going to take you into theatre now,’ you’re told as they begin wheeling your bed out of the room and down the corridor.
‘Jaemin,’ you mewl, your hand desperately searching for his.
‘I’m right next to you,’ he reassures you, joining your hands and walking quickly beside you to try and keep up.
You’re very quickly brought into a bright white operating room, and you try to avoid looking at all of the terrifying equipment placed around the room.
‘Jaemin, if you want to be close to Y/N you’re going to need to change into these scrubs,’ Doctor Nam hands him a pair of blue scrubs.
‘Where can I do that?’ He asks.
‘Just in there. Since this is an operating room you can’t wear your normal clothes underneath.’
‘Please hurry Jaemin,’ you whine, not wanting to be left alone in the huge intimidating room.
‘I’ll go as fast as I can,’ he insists, pecking your lips and speed walking away to get changed.
Within a minute and a half he’s already back, his ‘normal’ clothes in a plastic bag, which is taken off him by a nurse.
Around fifteen minutes have passed since they first told you about your impending c-section.
‘Y/N, we’re going to give you a spinal block in order to numb you from the belly button down. You need to sit up as we need to inject it into your spine,’ Doctor Lim explains.
Jaemin and Doctor Nam help you sit upright. You force yourself to not make any form of eye contact with the syringe, and squeeze both Jaemin and Doctor Nam’s hands as you get injected with the fluid.
‘Good, Y/N. Good job,’ Doctor Nam praises you as you whimper.
‘Well done beautiful,’ Jaemin adds.
‘We’ll have to wait five minutes or so for the anaesthesia to begin working,’ Doctor Lim says, ‘and then we will make the incision.’
‘Is Yewon ok?’ You ask, and he nods.
‘As we said, she is not coping well with the contractions. However, she will be born first as she needs to be out, and that will happen within the next twenty minutes, and she should be completely fine once she’s out.’
He eventually walks away to prep himself for the operation.
‘Do you think Chae is awake now?’ You ask Jaemin, who seems to think for a moment.
‘It’s nearly nine am,’ he says, ‘mom/mum will have made her breakfast by now.’
‘I hope she’s excited.’
‘Have you seen her these past nine months? She’s absolutely thrilled to have them both.’
‘She’ll be so sad that she couldn’t give you your birthday card.’
’She can give it to me when she comes to see the twins.’
‘I like the thought of the three of them together.’
‘Our family, finally complete.’
‘Y/N, it’s time to start,’ Doctor Lim returns from his position across the room.
You don’t feel anything while the Doctors make the incision.
Doctor Nam narrates the procedure to you, letting you know when they had finished making the opening and when they started moving things around.
‘Do you feel anything?’ Jaemin asks out of curiosity.
‘Not really,’ you answer, staring at the screen in front of you, which was placed there so you can’t see what’s going on.
‘You shouldn’t feel anything at all,’ Doctor Nam says, before adding, ’she should be out within the next five minutes.’
The next five minutes are so slow. It feels like it does when you’re a child and going somewhere that you’re excited about, like on vacation or to a theme park. Time is going in slow motion, and you don’t know how to ask whether she’s there yet.
The doctors converse with one another while they carry out the procedure, exchanging words that you don’t understand.
‘Here she is,’ Doctor Nam grins, and suddenly the whole room is filled with the loud screeching of your second baby girl.
Doctor Lim holds her up for a few seconds before she’s whisked away by a nurse.
You don’t even get to have a proper look at her before her umbilical cord is cut and she’s gone, placed in an incubator across the room.
‘They’re just making sure she’s okay,’ Doctor Nam sees the worry in your face.
You can’t keep your eyes off her for the next two minutes, watching fruitlessly as nurses surround her. Jaemin draws circles on your hand from behind you, and you know he can’t look away from her too.
‘We’re halfway done, Y/N,’ Doctor Lim announces in an attempt to console you.
‘You’ve done so well sweetheart,’ Jaemin kisses the back of your hand, ‘Yewon… she’s so beautiful.’
Abruptly, a second deafening cry echos around the room, and your head snaps to look at the source.
‘Junie,’ all of your pent up emotions come to a height and you’re bursting into tears.
You watch Jaemin cut the umbilical cord and Jejun is placed on your chest.
Doctor Nam cleans all of the blood and other substances off him with a towel as he screams.
‘It’s okay, it’s okay,’ you murmur to him.
Jaemin is sniffling beside you, using his sleeves to wipe away the tears.
‘We’re going to stitch you back up now,’ Doctor Lim tells you, and you can’t even respond, far too captivated by your baby boy.
You soak in his face, trying to remember exactly what Chaeyeon looked like when she was only just born.
Jejun cries for several minutes despite your desperate tries to shush and comfort him. Eventually, Yewon is returned to you and Jejun calms down straight away.
‘He just wanted his sister,’ Jaemin pouts.
‘Is she ok?’ You ask the doctors, wanting to be safe.
‘She’s fine right now, we might have to keep a little eye on her though,’ Doctor Lim explains.
‘We did it,’ Jaemin grins, and you loll your head to the side to look at him.
He pecks your dry lips gently, smiling into the kiss.
‘What do you think about Maya?’ You suddenly ask him, and he looks surprised.
‘Where’d you get Maya from?’
‘I don’t know… I just like it, and it goes with Mark. Mark, Maya, Maya, Mark.’
‘I like it too,’ Jaemin smiles, ‘Maya it is.’
’Hi Mark,’ you grin at him, ‘and hi Maya. You have a very excited sister who is really looking forward to meeting you two.’
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