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"I'm sorry Joonie." Yoongi soothed as he stroked his husband's sides, stopping only to rub comforting circles on Namjoon's protruding tummy.
Namjoon didn't reply, only continued to empty his stomach into the bowl. It wasn't anything he hadn't been through twice before with his other pregnancies.
"Daddy?"
Yoongi looked to their bathroom doorway where Jimin stood scuffing his tiny, bare feet against the cracked tile. "Daddy's sick Minnie, what's wrong?"
"TaeTae peed the bed again."
Yoongi unwound himself from Namjoon, placing a kiss on the back of his neck. "Where is he?" He picked Jimin up, wincing when he realized that Taehyung's accident had begun to soak into Jimin's pants.
"Couch." He squished his face into Yoongi's shoulder and began to cry, "Appa, I'm tired." Yoongi felt his heart break. Jimin had had a fitful nap and nearly fell asleep into his plate at dinner. "I'll get you cleaned up baby, and then you can go back to bed."
Yoongi rubbed up and down on Jimin's back as he took them into the living where a tear stained Taehyung sat on the couch. His son who'd just had an accident. He was sitting on the couch. This night just got better and better.
Taehyung looked up at his father, "I made a mess."
Yoongi couldn't find it in himself to even be mad. The night's unfortunate turn of events wasn't anyone's fault. "It's okay Taehyungie, how about I give you both a bath and fresh pajamas?"
Taehyung sniffled as he nodded, walking over to be picked up. Yoongi walked them both into the bathroom, keeping true to his promise of a warm bath and fresh pajamas. Neither boy had enough energy to play, so everything went quickly. When he had them dried and dressed, he scooped them up and put them on his and Namjoon's shared bed.
Namjoon was fast asleep, curled up next to Jungkook best he could despite his growing stomach (even though they'd been trying to stop letting Jungkook into their bed). Yoongi set the twins down, watching as they each tried to get as close to Namjoon as possible without squishing Jungkook.
It was moments like these that Yoongi knew everything was worth it. Even if he had to wash sheets and scrub the twins' bed, and no doubt squeeze into a ridiculously small corner of his bed. It was worth it- watching his beautiful husband, father of his children, cuddling with his kids. He kissed both Taehyung and Jimin on the head and went to go handle the bed (and try to get the stain from where Taehyung sat out of the couch.)
XX
"I don't know what to get him!"
Namjoon groaned and sat on the bench available for people to try on shoes. "Hyung! We've been here for three hours! My feet are killing me, and I have to pick the boys up soon." Namjoon was far enough into his pregnancy to take maternity leave, but that didn't take care of his dad duties.
"I'm sorry, I just-" Seokjin cut himself off to join Namjoon on the bench, "I want his birthday to be perfect."
"It will be, and I think what you've already gotten him will be more than enough. Hoseok loves you to the moon and back." Namjoon smiled, allowing his dimples to show.
Seokjin slumped against his shoulder, "When did you get so wise. I'm supposed to be the hyung here."
"I met my future husband when I was sixteen, got married at seventeen, and had twins at eighteen. Of course I'm wise. I'm like a real life version of a cringey movie marketed to teenage girls."
"Oh yeah? Then what am I?" Seokjin snorted. Namjoon licked his lips, turning to the door, "The person who's going to come with me while I pick up the kids."
"Will there be chocolate milk."
"Of course."
"Let's go."
Seokjin would always be a sucker for chocolate milk.
XX
"How was the mall?" Yoongi asked as he plopped down on the couch, pulling Namjoon into his lap. "Did Seokjin find what he was looking for."
Namjoon sighed as he marked his page, "I don't think Seokjin knew what Seokjin was looking for." Yoongi snorted as Namjoon continued. "He was really stressing out, but he found a few things, so I guess it was a success."
"And you?"
"What about me?"
Yoongi began to thread his hands through Namjoon's hair, "Your birthday is next, what do you want?"
"Technically your birthday is before mine, so shouldn't I be asking you?" Namjoon grimaced as he tried to cuddle into Yoongi's chest, but ended up being smeared in car grease.
"My beautiful, amazing husband hard carried the family while I was inable and now he's carrying my child and is the only reason we still have a roof over our heads. That's my birthday present." Yoongi placed a kiss on the back of Namjoon's neck, laughing when he noticed the younger's blush.
"I don't want anything too crazy. Maybe you could take the day off and we could spend a day with the kids? I'd enjoy that."
Yoongi nuzzled into Namjoon's hair, "Whatever you want sweetheart."
"In that case," Namjoon crawled out of Yoongi's lap, "Take a shower, you're covered in car filth."
"Will you take a bath with me?" Yoongi wiggled his eyebrows. Namjoon met his question with a groan and flopped against the couch, "I'm six months pregnant, I feel about as sexy as a watermelon."
Yoongi pulled out his puppy dog eyes, "Pleaseee? I think you always look sexy."
Namjoon felt his resolve snap like a twig. Anyone who gave him puppy dog eyes could have anything they asked for. "Fine, but I only want to cuddle."
"And maybe some other stuff?"
Yoongi looked so hopeful that Namjoon just didn't have the heart to shut him down, "If you can be quiet. I just put them down for their nap and if they miss anymore sleep they'll be cranky."
"Done." Yoongi lifted Namjoon despite the protest and happily carried him into the bathroom. "I love you."
Namjoon laughed as he pressed his face against Yoongi's chest (despite the layer of muck.) "I love you too, you horny dork."