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Sunlight streamed through the curtains, giving the room a rich golden yellow glow and Kihyun shifts in his sleep as the warm light cradles his face. He flutters his eyes open only to shut them back when he’s hit with the immense sunlight. He turns to his side and moves to drape an arm over his lover only to be met with an empty bed space. He whines and forces his eyes open again—this time catching his husband slip into a pair of pants.
“Baby, what’re you doing?” he asks, voice hoarse. “It’s Saturday. Come back to me,” he reaches for his lover with another whine.
Hoseok sits back down on the bed and Kihyun immediately throws his upper body on his lap, burying his face into his belly. “I got called in at work today,” Hoseok says as he cards his fingers through his lover’s disheveled locks, smoothly massaging his scalp.
“But it’s Saturday,” Kihyun repeats in a whine, voice a little muffled.
“I know, babe,” Hoseok says remorsefully. “I’ll be back before dinner. I promise,” Kihyun pouts up at him, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks puffed with air, before sighing and rolling off his lap and crawling back under the covers where Hoseok’s warmth and scent still linger strongly.
Hoseok smiles with fondness before proceeding to style his hair because the last time he came to work with his normal hairstyle, his boss gave him an earful about how it was highly unprofessional and Hoseok fought back the immense urge to roll his eyes and defend himself because honestly, it’s just a hairstyle.
Kihyun was in the kitchen now, making breakfast for his lovely husband who was leaning against the counter fumbling with his tie, a frustrated groan left him each time the tie comes out wrinkled and crooked.
“Come here,” Kihyun sets the pan down to let the eggs fry before loosen Hoseok’s tie and redoing it. It came out straight and clean and Hoseok leans to peck his lips as silent thanks. Kihyun was always so perfect at everything he does—from cooking and baking to sewing, to taking care of children, to gardening. Plus he makes the best ramen Hoseok has ever tasted.
As Kihyun sets down the plate of sunny side up eggs and fills their glass with orange juice, Hoseok asks “Any plans today?”
“Minhyuk texted me earlier and invited me for lunch. I think I’ll clean the house a little before that,” Kihyun replies, his fork clanking against the porcelain plate as he eats his breakfast.
“The house is already so clean,” Hoseok chuckles. It was true though. There was no single speck of dust to be seen and no furniture out of place. Hoseok doesn’t know how Kihyun does it. How the younger man can work as a full-time nurse and still manage to keep their house organized even after night shifts and stressful days at the hospital.
Kihyun chuckles back and shrugs. He reaches over the table and tugs on Hoseok’s collar, straightening it and Hoseok’s heart fills with affection.
“Drive safe, and eat your lunch,” Kihyun reminds as he stood in the doorway with Hoseok’s strong arms around his waist. “I will, babe, I will. Don’t worry,” Hoseok nods and puckers his lips expectantly. Kihyun rolls his eyes with a soft laugh before standing on his toes, elevating himself with his hands gripping Hoseok’s shoulders and planting a sweet kiss on his husband’s lips. “Love you,” they whisper in unison. Their hearts flutters and they laugh.
Kihyun closes the door after Hoseok sneaked one more kiss and he sighs heavenly before tending to the empty plates on the table. He washes the dishes and dust around the crevices of the house before making the bed. Once everything was clean and all chores were done, Kihyun grabs his phone and rolls his eyes at the abundance amount of messages he received from his best friend.
Kihyun scrolls through the messages and decides to call him. “You’re being overdramatic,” he says when Minhyuk picks up.
“I’m just stating the possible outcomes of him finding out,” Minhyuk defends. Kihyun can hear crinkling and the faint background noises of the television. He can only assume Minhyuk is having chips for breakfast again.
“I don’t think Hoseok will explode if he finds out I’m pregnant, and besides we’re not even sure yet,” he sighs.
“Didn’t you take the pregnancy test? What’d it say?” Minhyuk asks, his chewing a little annoying but Kihyun ignores it.
“I took it twice. It said positive last week and now it says negative,” Kihyun plops down on the bed with his head on Hoseok’s pillow, his heart filling with warmth at his scent and he feels giddy as he buries his nose further into the pillow before proceeding to hug it against his chest. “I’m going to the hospital after we eat lunch. Wanna come with?”
“Hell yeah! I wanna see what this asshole fucked into my best friend,”
“Jesus Christ.”
Kihyun and Minhyuk met up in a local cafe a few hours later where Minhyuk discuss how he will terminate Hoseok’s ass if he even tries to suggest abortion. Minhyuk was a very good friend but when Kihyun and Hoseok started dating, he was a worried for Kihyun sake considering how many times Kihyun has gotten hurt due to falling in love. But in the end, Hoseok proved that he can give the love and affection Kihyun needs and deserves.
“Calm down, Hoseok won’t suggest abortion,” Kihyun shakes his head and pokes his lunch. Hoseok won’t suggest abortion, right? I mean he loves children but then again that doesn’t mean he wants children. “Minhyuk, your negative assumptions are having a toll on me,” he blames with a scowl. He wants to be able to deliver the news to without fearing that his husband would end their marriage.
“I’m just saying,” Minhyuk shrugs and stuffs his cheeks with mashed potatoes. “If he even tries to hurt you and your unborn child, I don’t mind going to jail,” Kihyun chuckles and shakes his head. “Minhyuk, thanks for being supportive but Hoseok will never hurt me,” and he’s very sure about that. It was the trust and loyalty they had for each other, one of the many reasons they’re fit to be together.
They walk to the hospital that Kihyun works in and signed a few papers to get checked. Anxiety fills the pit of his belly as they wait for the doctor but it was soon washed away when Minhyuk tripped over a cord and face planted onto the floor. Kihyun thinks he did it on purpose to comfort him and he’s secretly thankful to have his best friend by his side.
“So, when are you telling him?” Minhyuk asks as they make their way out of the hospital building after Kihyun drops by his office to pick up some files and hand it to the front desk.
“I’ll tell him when he gets home if he’s not too stressed out. It’s best if I tell him earlier than wait for him to question why my belly is growing,” Kihyun replies uncertainly. It was positive. He was three weeks pregnant and the father is definitely Hoseok.
“If you need someone to kill him. You know who to go,” Minhyuk points at himself and Kihyun laughs.
When Hoseok comes home, Kihyun was making dinner in the kitchen and his tiredness immediately fades away when Kihyun pads out of the kitchen in his Totoro apron. “Welcome home, baby,” he greets and meets Hoseok half way to wrap his arms around his neck, automatically bringing him in for a welcoming kiss. Hoseok’s hands snake around his waist and lift him up slightly to deepen the kiss before pulling away.
“How was work?” Kihyun asks as he loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt down to the abdomen. “Tiring. My chart got rejected again,” Hoseok sighs, and drops his head in the crook of Kihyun’s neck. “Poor baby. I’m sure you’ll get the next one,” Kihyun strokes Hoseok’s hair as he inhales his scent and he instantly felt a little better. “You smell like cookie dough,” he decides, burying his nose deeper and causing Kihyun to curl his shoulders with a tiny giggle.
“I baked cookies,”
“Chocolate chips?” Hoseok pulls away, a child-like twinkle in his hazel eyes. Kihyun nods and he laughs when Hoseok squeals. “Go change and we’ll eat dinner then you can have the cookies,” Kihyun slaps a hand down Hoseok’s ass and pushes him towards their shared bedroom. Hoseok obliges because there was no way he was not going to eat Kihyun’s homemade chocolate chip cookies.
Kihyun sighs with a smile, hands on his hips as he watches Hoseok undress—not even bothering to close the door but they were comfortable around each other like that. They could walk around half-naked and the other wouldn’t care. Kihyun even showers with the door open, a silent invitation for Hoseok to join him. They weren’t always like this though. There used to be a time in their relationship where Kihyun couldn’t even lean to kiss Hoseok, and a time where Hoseok couldn’t hold Kihyun casually close but as years pass, their trust for each other grew to the point of walking barefooted and blindfolded through a room with nails scattered all over the floor while the latter leads them.
“Hey babe?” Hoseok calls from the room and Kihyun snaps out of his thoughts as he hums in reply. “Want to come with me to a party my office is holding? My friends haven’t seen you since our wedding,” Hoseok comes out wearing nothing but loose gray sweatpants and Kihyun’s positive he’s not wearing any underwear under that thin material.
“Party? What time and where?” Kihyun asks and approaches him, wrapping his arms around broad waist and resting his cheek against his left pectoral.
“Starts at 11 pm, and knowing my co-workers it’ll probably end at 3 am…” Hoseok pauses to wraps his arms around his husband and plants a lingering peck on his crown. “It’s at that bar just a few blocks from my office. You know, that place Hyungwon works at as a part time bartender,”
Kihyun remembers. Hyungwon was one of Hoseok’s high school friends, and if he did remember correctly, the bar he works in is like half strip club and half actual drinking bar. Definitely not an appropriate place for a pregnant man like him.
“I think I might have to pass baby, sorry,” Kihyun declines softly, looking up at Hoseok to show that he was really sorry.
“That’s fine. It is a little too late to be going out to bars like that,” Hoseok smiles in understanding and leans down to plant a loud kiss on his cheek. “But is everything okay? I mean I won’t go if you don’t want me to. It is partly a strip club,”
Kihyun wasn’t that worried if Hoseok went to a bar partly strip club so long as he only stayed on the bar side but he trusts him enough though he does get a little worried mostly because some girls don’t know the meaning of a gold ring on a man’s finger.
“Yeah, everything’s fine but I actually want to talk to you about something,” Kihyun admits. He didn’t want to drag the opportunity any longer and he knew waiting for another chance to say it will be a lot harder. “Of course, babe come here,” Hoseok leads Kihyun to the living room couch where he pulls Kihyun to sit beside him. “Talk to me,”
Kihyun takes a deep breath in and exhales—it came our shakier than he had expected. Hoseok’s hand rubs up and down his back as he waits patiently, not wanting to rush his lover.
“So I went to the hospital today,” Kihyun starts after a few uneven rounds of inhaling and exhaling. “Yeah? Did you had a shift today? How was it?” Hoseok asks.
“No–I…I had a check up,”
“Check up?” Hoseok repeats, tone filled with worry. “Did something happened? Are you alright?”
Kihyun opens his mouth to deliver the actual news but nothing but a soft whimper came out and he’s forced to close his lips again. He takes another breath in and another shaky breath out. “Oh, my god, why is this so hard,” he says frustratedly. “O–Okay, I’m just going to s–say it…” he starts to stutter and before he knew it—he was sobbing and Hoseok’s pulling him against his chest, embracing him tightly.
“Babe, no don’t cry,” Hoseok coos, his voice turning softer and softer with each sob that shakes Kihyun’s dainty frame. “Shh, baby,”
“I’m sorry…it’s just…M–Minhyuk told me y–your possible reactions a–and I’m just scared,” Kihyun admits, shrinking further into Hoseok’s arms. “That little shit, I’ll kill him,” Hoseok jokes, hopefully, and Kihyun laughs a little and that assures Hoseok enough.
“Okay,” Kihyun starts again when he pulls away from Hoseok’s embrace to wipe his tears. “Hoseok, baby, I–I’m pregnant,”
Hoseok froze after that, eyes widening slowly as he lets the news sink in.
“Oh, god, please say something,” Kihyun whimpers, his tears threatening to spill again. Silence was never good. Kihyun braces himself for any protest. All of the negative assumptions Minhyuk had mentioned before start to flow in his mind but, he knows if Hoseok straight up tells him to get an abortion, he’ll shatter no matter how much he expects it. But the negativity doesn’t come, and instead, he’s indulged into an embrace. Hoseok’s strong arms wrapped around his small figure, bringing him close against broad, muscular chest.
“Oh, Kihyunnie, I’m so happy!” he hears the grin in Hoseok’s voice as he was pressed closer. Lips found their way to Kihyun’s messy hair, lingering a little in the knots of brown. “Why were you so troubled by this?” then Hoseok pulls away to look at his lover in the eyes. Kihyun saw love and sincerity in those crescent eyes and he felt his heart swell with affection as he leaned into bury his nose in the crook of Hoseok’s neck, inhaling the gentle fragrance of his cologne with a mixture of office air conditioning.
“I was just scared that maybe you didn’t want the baby…” he pauses, planting a kiss on Hoseok’s expose clavicle. “I thought you would consider me getting an abortion,” he then feels Hoseok flinched before he’s pried away.
“Babe, I would never think of that,” Hoseok assures him, cupping Kihyun’s full cheeks in his large palms, brushing away the tears in his eyes before as they fell. “Don’t think of stuff like that, Kihyun,” he plants a puppy kiss on the tip of Kihyun’s nose, chuckling when the smaller boy scrunches them up. How adorable.
Kihyun feels relieved now. “Love you,” he whispers shyly, wrapping his arms around Hoseok’s waist and burying his burning face into his chest. “Love you too,” Hoseok chuckles, planting a kiss on Kihyun’s crown.
“Wait,” Hoseok pulls away as sudden realization hits him. “Does this mean no sex?” Kihyun burst out laughing, cheeks turning red as he slaps the older’s chest. “Seriously?”
“Come on, babe, I’m so tired and stressed,” he whines. “Sex is a good stress relief,” and Kihyun squeals, climbing on Hoseok’s lap to shut him up. “We can’t do that while I’m pregnant!”
Hoseok juts out his bottom lip, hands on Kihyun’s thighs to steady him. “You can use your hands and mouth, right?” and then Kihyun slaps his shoulder before burying his face into the crook of his neck, whining. “Babe, I’m teasing,” Hoseok laughs, hugging Kihyun tighter and planting kisses on his flushing neck.
After finding out that his husband was carrying a baby, Hoseok managed to convince his boss to let him work from home—and Kihyun decided to be on parental leave.
Hoseok was in his work room, going through documents and signing them. He has projects due next week and he’s falling a little behind from one group project, which is not an image he wants to show to the new recruits.
Suddenly, a pair of arms wraps themselves around his neck and he smiles. He presses his lips against those arms and nips the skin a little before spinning around and pulling Kihyun towards him. “Can’t sleep?” he asks once Kihyun had crawled on his lap and curled against his torso. The younger man nods and flutters his eyes closed, finding warmth and comfort in his husband’s arms that hold him so tightly and gently.
“How’s your belly?” Hoseoks places a palm below Kihyun’s belly button and rubs a little. Kihyun shifts, pressing a hand on top of Hoseok’s. “It’s still small. The doctor said it’ll get bigger in a few weeks,”
Hoseok knew nothing about taking care of a pregnant man so he’s quite nervous and scared about this whole being-a-husband-when-your-partner-is-pregnant thing. He’s not even sure what a husband’s role is during the 9 whole months of pregnancy. Heck, he doesn’t even know if he’s doing this husband thing right in the first place.
“Baby, you’re tensed,” Kihyun notes. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just worried,” Hoseok admits and Kihyun shifts in his lap—moving to straddle his hips. “About what?” Kihyun asks. His hands moving to cup Hoseok’s cheeks, rubbing the beautiful blush under his hazelnut eyes.
“You know, when we started dating, I was this stupid man who didn’t know how to take care of you because I’ve never been with a guy before,” Hoseok runs his hands up and down the exposed skin of Kihyun’s thighs. They met in high school in biology class. They were paired up and Hoseok likes to think that the universe paired them up to be together for eternity.
Hoseok is bisexual while Kihyun was never really focused on his sexual orientation as much. Kihyun was the first boy Hoseok had fallen in love with—and Hoseok was the first person Kihyun had ever dated. Hoseok was Kihyun’s first for everything—his first love, first confession, his first kiss, first sex, first heartbreak. But he was also Kihyun’s last.
“Now, we’re married; and I’m still that stupid man. I mean, I should know how to take care of you, even more now that you’re carrying my child,” he continues. “I’m just worried that I won’t be the perfect husband for you during the upcoming 9 months and even after that. I mean what kind of husband would I be if I wasn’t perfect for you,”
Kihyun’s eyes soften as warmth spreads through his chest. Honestly, Hoseok was just the sweetest. “Baby, I don’t want a perfect husband,” he boops their nose and Hoseok giggles a little. “I just want you,” and when Kihyun said that, in his most mellifluous voice, a burst of immense affection spreads through him and he’s pulling Kihyun closer—their lips met and Kihyun gasps but melts when Hoseok’s tongue found his between parted lips in a passionate and love-spilling kiss.
“How did I get so lucky to have someone like you?” Hoseok sighs heavenly when they pull away to lean their foreheads, eyes still closed and their panting. “That’s what I'm supposed to be asking,” Kihyun chuckles, small palms tracing down Hoseok’s neck before wrapping around them. He slots his head in the crook of his neck and inhales. “You’ll be such an amazing father,” he says as he exhales.
“I hope so,” Hoseok chuckles. Kihyun pulls away and cups his cheeks again. “I know so,” he insists before planting a chaste kiss on his lips and plopping back down against him, shifting to find a comfortable position. Hoseok sighs fondly when he realized that Kihyun is intending to sleep on him. He, of course, doesn’t mind one bit.
The following weeks are proved to be a lot harder when Kihyun wakes up with an uncomfortable churn in his belly that forces him out the bed and into the bathroom. Hoseok wakes up to the sound of coughing and gagging, and he quickly rushes to the bathroom where he found Kihyun on his knees in front of the toilet bowl.
Hoseok kneels beside him, a hand coming to rub the small of Kihyun’s back in soothing circles. He’s read about this in the pregnancy books Jooheon, a doctor working in the same hospital as Kihyun, gave him. Apparently, rubbing your partner's back soothes the morning sickness goes away for the day.
“Kihyunnie,” he whispers when Kihyun wasn’t gagging as much anymore. “Are you alright?” he nuzzles his nose against his shoulder as an act of affection.
“Y–Yeah,” Kihyun nods, his voice scratchy from the acid still lingering at the back of his throat and he winces. Hoseoks helps him up and clean up before they pad to the kitchen, the morning chill cradling their exposed skin.
Weeks and weeks passed, and Kihyun’s belly starts to grow prominent. It got a bit challenging to walk with his belly adding weight and he feels uncomfortable most of the time—which triggers his mood swings and sometimes he snaps at Hoseok without intending to but, Hoseok understands even though being called an asshole ten times a day wasn’t really flattering—he endures it.
Hoseok tucks Kihyun in, careful not to bump his belly. “Lay down with me,” Kihyun whines, grabbing Hoseok’s wrists and pulling him down. “Babe, I have projects due tomorrow and I haven’t started on them yet,” Hoseok says. He sits down on the edge of the bed and runs his fingers through Kihyun’s locks. “But, I can’t sleep without you–ouch!” Kihyun was cut off when a sharp piercing pain emits from his lower back. Hoseok immediately helps him sit up, wrapping an arm around his chest as he massages down his back in circles. “Does it hurt here?” he presses down lightly and Kihyun winces. “Y–Yeah, d–don’t do that,”
A male’s body wasn’t fit to carry babies but it is possible for them to get pregnant. One out of fifty males is a carrier. Their bodies don’t differ from noncarriers but when impregnated, their bodies will mutate in a way for the fetus to develop without crushing any internal organs—thus early contractions occur and are usually excruciating because it causes the hip bones to shift.
Hoseok’s read a lot about it whenever he had time. If he was going to be a husband then he needs to know what to do, also Minhyuk threatened to cut off his genital if he even neglects Kihyun for a second.
“If you need anything just call my name,” Hoseok tucks Kihyun back in again, wiping the sweat off his forehead after enduring another contraction. “Hoseok,” Kihyun says, his voice weak and tone exhausted.
“Yes, baby?”
“I need you,”
Hoseok’s eyes soften as he exhales a sigh out his nose. He cradles Kihyun’s cheek and rubs under his eye. “I’ll stay just until you fall asleep,” he finally gives in. He moves to lie down beside him and Kihyun immediately snuggles against the broadness of his torso. “You’re awfully clingy tonight,” Hoseok muses, his arm currently being used as a pillow. “What, can’t I cuddle with my husband?” Kihyun defends, jabbing Hoseok’s side. Hoseok jerks, chuckling lightly.
“Hey, hey, what’re you doing up?” Hoseok was quick to get up on his feet, standing beside Kihyun in case he falls. He was tapping away on his laptop in the living room that he didn’t hear Kihyun get out the bed.
“M–My legs were numb so I thought I’d stretch them,” Kihyun says, gripping onto Hoseok’s as his knees buck under his weight. Hoseok wraps his arms around his lover, leading him to the couch where he sits him down beside his laptop.
“If you want to get up, call me and I’ll help you,” Hoseok sits on the coffee table and lifts Kihyun’s leg and sets it down his thigh. He starts to massage his ankles and up his calf. “I didn’t want to be a bother,” Kihyun admits and Hoseok smiles up at him, sweet and soft. “You know you’re never a bother to me baby,” Kihyun smiles back, a blush dusting over his dimples.
Hoseok continues to massage his numbing legs, pressing his thumb against his ankle. Kihyun decides to move his feet and press his heel on Hoseok’s inner thigh. Hoseok ignores it, thinking it was just an accident but then Kihyun’s pressing his toes against the front of his boxers and he gasps. “B–Babe, we can’t,” Hoseok tries to pry his feet away but Kihyun plants it firmly on his crotch.
“Just let me pleasure you,” Kihyun says coquettishly. His sock-clad feet rubs up in down at a teasing pace. Hoseok sighs softly and lets his head fall back with a heavenly moan. It’s been such a long time since they had any intimate moments and Hoseok’s really tired of jacking off in the shower while his pregnant husband sleeps in their shared bedroom.
“You’ve been so stressed haven’t you?” Kihyun pouts sympathetically, his toes tracing Hoseok’s length through his boxers. “Take it out baby,” Hoseok considers it for awhile but then Kihyun presses particularly hard and he twitches. He unbuttons the single button on his boxers and lets his cock spring out—already red and throbbing from Kihyun’s sinful teasing. “Look what you did,” Hoseok sighs, leaning back on his arms as he watches Kihyun slide his feet against his member.
Kihyun grabs the head of his cock with his toes and drags down, the friction of his socks and the pressure creating immense pleasure that made Hoseok emit a wanton moan from the back of his throat.
“Sit beside me,” Kihyun pats the space beside him and Hoseok obliges. He drapes an around Kihyun’s shoulders while a warm hand wraps around his cock, stroking lightly. Kihyun turns his head and plants kisses all over his lover’s jaw before trailing it down to his jugular where he leaves bite marks and blooming hickies that would last for days. “Fuck, Kihyunnie, you’re so good to me,” Hoseok gasps. His own hand wraps around his cock and Kihyun’s hand as he crashes his lips with Kihyun’s in a tongue-heated kiss.
He starts to stroke harder, helping Hoseok chase his orgasm faster. Stroking up, he palms the leaking tip and stroking down, he cups his balls until Hoseok’s moaning uncontrollably between their lips.
“I–I’m coming–” Hoseok stutters, tearing his lips away when the need for oxygen starts to claw on his lungs—and he bucks his hips against Kihyun’s hand. His hips jerk unstably when hot white ropes of cum shoot out and paint his abdomen as a guttural moan rips out from his chest. He lets his hips relax, and lets Kihyun milk him dry. “Was that even appropriate?” Hoseok pants, head thrown back, a grin noticeable from his voice. “You said I can use my hands,” Kihyun chuckles lightly, his hand still wrapped around Hoseok cock but still as the length softens in the warmth of his palm.
They sat in silence after that, Kihyun’s hands cleaned and Hoseok’s boxers buttoned up. “Hey, babe?” Kihyun breaks the comfortable silence, his head against Hoseok’s pectoral. “I want ice cream but we’re out,” Hoseok hums. “Is that your new craving now?” Kihyun’s food cravings had been going up and down from sweets to dried fruits, to cereal to eclairs and Hoseok has to run to the grocery store even at three in the morning just to get his husband’s box of fruit loops before Kihyun throws a mini tantrum.
“Okay, just let me rest for a bit and I’ll run to the store and get you some,” Hoseok promises, pulling away so he can lie down on the couch with his head on Kihyun’s lap. “Okay,” Kihyun strokes his locks gently, massaging his scalp lightly. Hoseok turns his head and plants a kiss on his lover’s baby bump and Kihyun giggles.
Kihyun was lying on the bed, his husband beside him. They were watching a movie but Kihyun couldn't progress what was happening in the film as his eyes threatened to close. And as he lets himself succumb to the drowse, a sudden kick caused him to jolt up—fully awake and alert. "Holy shit, what the hell was that?!" he marvels, cupping his belly and trying to feel around—wondering if it was just a sleep jerk or his imagination.
Hoseok paused the movie and flicks the night lamp open. "What's wrong? Is it hurting?" his arms wraps around his lover delicately, worry laced in his eyes as he try to read Kihyun expression. He didn't look like he was in immense pain—he looks perplexed.
Kihyun grabs his lover's hand and presses it against his baby bump. Hoseok simply lets him with a confused hum but then there it was again—a small kick!—right under his palm. "T-The baby's kicking!" Kihyun squeals excitedly and a few more kicks followed. Hoseok could only let out a gasp each time, his mouth hanging open in an awestruck smile.
When the kicking stops, Kihyun leans against Hoseok's frame, sighing in content. "I can't wait to see our baby," Hoseok buries his nose in his locks. "Neither can I," he kept his hand interlocked with Kihyun's on his belly, something their do when they can't wait to hold their baby.
With less than a month before Kihyun is due, he was confined in the hospital for safety purposes. It was rare for males to be pregnant and they’re living in an era where it’s not fully researched yet—the doctors need to monitor him so the baby, as well as himself, will be healthy by the end of this all. There was a 90% chance of the baby coming out alright but, there were possibilities that Kihyun wouldn’t survive the surgery. It’s been reported that an approximate percentage of 60% died on the surgery table. Hearing this, Hoseok couldn’t hide his anxiety and fear.
“Baby, sit down,” Kihyun sighs as he watches his husband pace around the room for an hour now. Hoseok takes in a deep breath and goes to sit on the edge of the hospital bed. “How can I calm down when the doctor just said there’s a 60% of you dying,” he interlocks his hands with Kihyun’s, his fingers fitting perfectly into the spaces between his own—almost like a puzzle piece conjoining. “I don’t think I can raise our son alone when that happens,” tears were brimming in his eyes.
They found out a few months ago that their baby was a boy and honestly, Hoseok was elated because he was hoping for a boy but he’ll love their newborn equally no matter the gender.
Kihyun cups his cheeks and rubs his thumb under his eyes. “Don’t you dare abandon our baby, you asshole,” he barks but then he presses his lips against Hoseok’s lips in that chaste yet sweet way he always does whenever Hoseok’s panicking. “I’ll make it through, baby, I promise. We’ll be a happy family and you’ll be a wonderful father,”
“You better keep that promise. I want our son to grow up with his mommy by his side,” Hoseok leans against the palms on his cheek, smiling softly. “You little shit, I’m also the father,” there goes Kihyun’s mood swings again and he laughs. They press their lips in a passionate kiss, drowning out every negative thoughts with each flick of their tongue against each other’s lips.
A soft knock comes from the door and they pull away just in time when a nurse comes in holding a clipboard. It was Jooheon, one of Kihyun’s friends here at the hospital and currently the one assigned to look after him.
“Sorry, was I interrupting something?” Jooheon asks, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face and Kihyun blushes. “N–No, it’s fine. What do you want?” Jooheon stood at the end the bed. “I’m just here to tell you what you’ll be expecting after the surgery,” he flips a few papers clipped on his clipboard and reads through the contents. “Says here you’re due in week,”
“He’s healthy, so he’ll survive the surgery, right?” Hoseok asks, gripping Kihyun’s palm in his. Jooheon looks at him with a sympathetic frown. “I’m going to be honest with you, a healthy lifestyle plays a very small role in his chances of surviving. But, I’m sure he’ll make it through,” he smiles before focusing back on Kihyun. “So when your baby is out, you’ll notice your areola swelling. Of course, it’s normal since it means you’re producing milk and those are signs of a normal and healthy body reactions but, when blood comes along with the milk, seek attention medical immediately before breastfeeding your baby,”
“Wait, breastfeeding?” Kihyun raises an eyebrow, his expression perplexed. “So you’re telling me; I’ll grow boobs?” Hoseok chokes at that. “Get that dirty image off your mind, Shin Hoseok or I swear to God I will divorce you,” Kihyun warns and Hoseok whimpers.
Jooheon laughs softly. “No, no, your nipples will swell but not to the point of it looking like a woman’s breasts. It’s very normal, so don’t be too alarmed when you start to notice swelling,”
“So, I have to wear a bra?” Kihyun asks, perplexed and Jooheon laughs again. “You’ll be wearing a chest wrap but not a bra.”
After informing the couple the details and what they should do and not do when the baby comes, Jooheon left but not before wishing them a good luck.
Hoseok was just about to tuck Kihyun in when Kihyun felt a jolt of pain surge through his belly. He lurched to reaction, cupping his belly with a pained cry. Hoseok was beside him in an instant, holding his hand and helping him get through the pain but then the nurses came in and checked Kihyun’s condition before wheeling him to away to the operation room.
“Please tell me he’s going to be alright,” Hoseok begs, gripping Jooheon’s arms who was blocking him from entering the operation room. “C–Can’t I be there with him?”
“He’ll be unconscious, he won’t even know you’re there. Just take a seat and calm down. We’ll do everything to make sure his heart stays beating,” Jooheon slaps his hands down Hoseok’s shoulders and pushed him down on a chair, patting him before he disappears behind the white doors.
Hoseok sighs shakily and buries his face in his palms. The wait was long and excruciating, knowing that there’s a high chance Kihyun wouldn’t wake up after this and that thought alone was making him shake with worry.
“Hoseok,” said name snaps his head up to find his and Kihyun’s friends approaching him from the end of the hallway. “We got your text. Is Kihyun is the operation room?” Hyunwoo sits beside him and comfortingly squeezes his shoulder. “Yeah, h–he’s in there,” Hoseok replies, taking in uneven breaths. Having their friends here with him makes things a lot more bearable and he appreciates that.
It felt like five hours before the red light turned green and the doors open with Jooheon stepping outside in his surgical uniform. Hoseok sprung up, startling Minhyuk who was using his shoulder as a pillow. “I–Is he alright? W–What about my son? Are they both alright?”
Jooheon slips off his latex gloves and removes his mask, a bright smile hidden underneath. “They’re both perfectly fine,”
A wave of relief washed over Hoseok as he falls back down on the chair, exhaling softly.
Another nurse walks out, cradling a bundle of baby blue towels in her arms. “Shin Hoseok?” she asks with a smile and Hoseok nods, unable to take his eyes off the newborn that was handed to him. He cradles his son gently, unsure how to hold him at first.
“Do we have a name for him?” she asks and Hoseok nods. He and Kihyun had discussed this when they first found out that their baby was going to be a boy. It took a bit of debating but in the end, they both decided. “Changkyun,” Hoseok says. “His name is Changkyun,”
With his newborn son in his arms and with the assurance that Kihyun is alright, Hoseok can finally breathe. The long wait was taunting, but everything is going to be alright now. He and Kihyun, and the new addition to their family will live happily under the roof the Hoseok built for them. He never actually thought about having children so when he found out Kihyun was pregnant, he was perplexed and shocked but nevertheless, ecstatic. He can’t wait to watch their son grow up to be the handsome man he will be, and Hoseok is confident that he can be the father his son wants him to be with Kihyun holding his hand through every step of the way. Though there will be some inevitable mishaps, he knows it’ll all work out in the end.
Kihyun was wheeled back to his ward after the surgery. He was unconscious for two hours but when he flutters his eyes open, an evident exhaustion blooming under his orbs, he sees his husband sitting on the couch beside his hospital bed but that wasn’t the only thing that caught his attention.
“H–Hoseok, is that…i–is that my baby?” Kihyun struggles to sit up, his limbs betraying him.
“Hey, hey, don’t force yourself,” Hoseok walks over and sits on the edge of the mattress. “Yeah, he is,” he hands their sleeping son to Kihyun who cradles him in his arms lovingly, a tear rolling down his flushed cheeks. “H–He’s so tiny,” Kihyun chokes on a sob and Hoseok moves closer to wrap an arm around his shoulder, pulling him to lean against his chest as they fondly stare at their newborn.
As if sensing his parents, Changkyun’s small eyes flutter open, and with small chubby fingers, he reaches up to hold Kihyun’s cheek. He lets out a little happy noise and Hoseok chuckles, resting his cheek against Kihyun’s tousled hair.
Hoseok trails a finger down Changkyun’s nose and he coos when he wraps his tiny digits around the finger and pulls lightly. Hoseok’s heart swells with affection. “Be good to me, I’m not really sure how this father thing works,” he says and Kihyun giggles, pressing a kiss against his cheek. Changkyun squeals softly, curling further against Kihyun’s chest with his tiny, fragile fingers still wrapped around Hoseok’s finger with no intention to let go.
They stay like that for awhile, admiring their son and sneaking chaste but sweet kisses. “Love you,” Hoseok whispers against his ear, pressing a long peck on his cheek. “I love you too,” Kihyun replies, dropping his head on Hoseok’s shoulder and snuggling against his neck.
“Can we come in now?!” Minhyuk yells from outside, a slap following his loud voice. Jooheon probably slapped him, telling him to shut up and Kihyun chuckles before permitting them to come in. Their friends flood in the ward and crowd around the bed, gasping at the tiny human in Kihyun’s arms. “Oh, my god! He’s so precious!” Minhyuk squeals, his high pitched voice startling Changkyun and causing him to whine. “Oh, my god, you’re noisy,” Jooheon jabs his side and Minhyuk whines.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Kihyun coos. “Jesus Christ, Minhyuk, shut up,” Hyungwon groans before turning his attention to the baby. “When you grow up, I’ll teach you ways on how to shut this human air horn up,” he promises but Changkyun only stared at him as if he was from another being before closing his eyes and snuggling a little closer to his father. “I feel like a grandfather,” Hyungwoo chimes.
Their friends hang around them for a few more hours, playing with Changkyun’s hands and fingers even as he slept before saying their goodbyes and congratulating the happy couple.
Jooheon stayed as he instructs Kihyun on how to breastfeed since a good three hours had already passed and there should be changes to Kihyun’s body by now.
“My chest does feel a little weird,” Kihyun informs, pressing a hand against his pectoral and gasping at how sensitive they were. Hoseok was cradling Changkyun was who making incoherent noises against him and it was just so adorable that Hoseok felt himself melting.
“You can feed him baby formula but breastfeeding him for the first 10 or so months is preferable since it’s healthy,” Jooheon explains. “I suggest massaging your chest before and after feeding so the flow of the milk will be smooth and not as uncomfortable,” he adds, motioning to Hoseok who was too busy puffing his cheeks at Changkyun. Jooheon chuckles. “Anyway, I have to go since I have other patients to attend to. Congratulations, again and, Kihyun, I hope to see you soon at work but take your time,” he flashes a friendly smile before exiting the ward.
Kihyun unbuttons his hospital gown and scrunches up his nose when the cool air tickles his highly sensitive nipples. Hoseok hands him their son and helps his husband strip of the sleeves of his gown. “This is uncomfortable,” Kihyun frowns. He’s never heard of a man breastfeeding before or maybe he just never researched enough to know what a pregnant man actually does.
Hoseok wraps an arm around his lover and gently presses down on Kihyun’s pectoral and he squirms, whining loudly. “C–Can’t we just feed him baby formula? Jooheon said it was okay,”
“We can but your milk is healthier. Now stop squirming,” Hoseok presses a hand down his chest again and rubs in circular motions. It was so soft and tender, and it flushed a sensitive pale pink under his touch. It took about a few tries for Kihyun to actually breastfeed their son, and when he finally did, he couldn’t stop squirming and shifting. Hoseok honestly found it adorable.
“Hey, babe?” Hoseok starts. “I know I suck at being a husband and I will most likely suck at being a father too but, I’ll do whatever I can for this family, for you and for Changkyun,”
“Hoseok,” Kihyun looks at him fondly, eyes so loving and sweet. “Baby, don’t say that,” with one hand, he reaches to caress his cheek and pulls him for a chaste kiss. “You’ll be a wonderful father, trust me. Changkyun will look up to you and he’ll brag about how cool you are,” he boops their nose and a surge of affection spreads through them. “I love you,”
Hoseok grins, a fluttery feeling forming in his belly. He presses his nose against Kihyun’s cheeks and nuzzles him. “I love you more,”
“I love you most,” Kihyun insists and they burst into a fit of quiet laughter. Hoseok nips the tip of his nose and protests “I love you most, most,”
“Babe, that doesn’t even make sense,” Kihyun laughs, his eyes turning into beautiful crescents that Hoseok loves so much.
Hoseok knows he’s not the perfect husband nor will he be a perfect father but he also knows that with Kihyun by his side, he can do anything if it meant bringing nothing but happiness for his family. He doesn’t need a cape or flying powers because, in the eyes of his son and husband, he’s perfect enough and, honestly; that’s all he needed.