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Shit is what Jimin feels like at this moment as he lies in bed. His stomach hurts, and he feels queasy. If Jimin focused on it, he could feel a headache coming on. He doesn’t focus on it. His husband had left for work about an hour ago, worried for the younger, but Jimin had assured him he was fine and he’d call if something went wrong. Jimin didn’t feel that this was a problem, he could handle on his own. Yoongi wouldn’t really be able to do anything, except hold him. Now that Jimin thought about it, he could use Yoongi’s scent and strong hold to relax him. It won’t take the pain away, but it could help.
Jimin rolled over in bed and buried his face into Yoongi’s pillow, deeply inhaling it and feeling himself calm a little bit. He scents the soft material, wanting to bury himself in his alpha’s scent more than ever. He did this for a couple of minutes until he felt it. The stinging in the back of his throat, the vile taste of vomit. The omega shot up out of the bed, and ran into the connected bathroom. He barely made it when he let it out, feeling chunks of his small breakfast come up and splash into the toilet bowl. Jimin hated this feeling. He didn’t like throwing up, or being sick in general. He felt helpless when he had to lay in bed all day because he couldn’t move. He hated that Yoongi had to take care of him when he can do most things on his own, like get the medicine or a bowl of soup. Jimin hated this.
He finished, and brushed his teeth afterwards. Going to lay back down in bed, he flopped onto it and cuddled his husband's pillow until the scent lulled him to sleep.
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It was the 3rd day and Jimin is still sick. Yoongi was starting to worry even more, so he called into work. Jimin tried to convince him he was fine, that he needs to go work, but Yoongi wasn’t having any of it.
Jimin woke up from a medicine induced nap, and had an itch. He was familiar with this kind of itch so he immediately got up and started gathering clothes, and spare blankets. He had to build his nest around his husband, as he had not woken up yet. Jimin doesn’t even know if he likes the elder in his space, but he supposes it is fine for now. The nest consists of mainly Yoongi’s things: shirts, pants, socks, and Jimin is sure he threw in a pair of boxers. Once his nest was almost done, Yoongi began to stir and wake up.
“What are you doing, baby? Are you okay?” The alpha said groggily. He let out a loud yawn, and sat up, scratching at his chest.
“Can you move? Please?” Jimin said instead of answering his questions. He tried to be as polite as possible, but every second that Yoongi sat there the omega got more agitated.
Yoongi immediately figured out what was wrong, and quickly but carefully got out the bed. He didn’t want to irritate Jimin further. A nesting and irritated omega was fun for no one.
“There. Done.” Jimin was satisfied with his work finally. He felt his stomach hurt again, so he quickly made his way into the nest. He laid down, and sighed in content from the scents that filled his nose.
“Do you need anything, baby? I’ll stay out of the room if you need me to.” Yoongi stated, putting on a shirt.
“You can stay here. I just don’t want you in the bed,” Jimin replied, then his eyes went wide. He quickly added, “Sorry! That sounded so mean! I didn’t mean it that way!”
Yoongi simply smiled at his lover, and shook his head in dismissal. “It’s fine, babe. I get it. I’m here if you need anything, though.”
For the rest of the day, the couple had talked, laughed, and ate whatever Yoongi made. By the time it was nightfall, and the two were growing more sleepy, Jimin had invited Yoongi into his nest. Yoongi had asked to make sure it was really okay, and the younger insisted, claiming he missed his lover’s touch. Sleeping soundly in the nest, the night was peaceful.
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Jimin was throwing up. Again.
He emptied the contents of his stomach, which wasn’t really much since he hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet. It was 7am and Yoongi usually woke up at 8 for work, but Jimin’s retching sounds woke him up. He went into the bathroom to help his omega. Once all was said and done, they sit on the bed with Yoongi cradling the younger.
“It’s been a week now, and the medicine isn’t helping. You need to go to the doctor.”
“I’m fine, hyung. It’ll pass sooner or later.”
“Jimin, I’m serious. You need to go now. Come on, get dressed. I’ll drop you off on my way to work. Please, call Taehyung for a ride when you’re done.” Yoongi stood up, helping the younger up as well. They both got ready, then headed to the car to go to the doctor.
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Jimin sat on the examination table, waiting for his doctor to return with his test results. He was a bit nervous, to say the least. He wasn’t sure what to expect. Is it something serious? Something that will go away within a few days? Will he die?
Oh, god, Jimin wasn’t ready to die. He still had his whole life ahead of him! He’s only 25, for goodness sakes! Jimin feels like puking right about now.
The door opening made the omega jump a bit and press his hands to his sides. The beta doctor smiled at him and sat in the chair next to a weird computer thing- Jimin didn’t know.
“Well, good news: you’re going to be okay. The stomach pain will pass soon.” He said, and started typing and clicking things on the computer. Jimin let out a breath of relief, and Doctor Kim continued.
“I’m not sure if you were planning it, but I saw something else in your results. You’re pregnant, 3 weeks to be specific. Congrats, Jimin.”
Well, Jimin sure wasn’t expecting that.
“Uh, Namjoon. You wanna run that by me one more time?”
The doctor chuckled, “I’m guessing this wasn’t planned?”
Jimin was stunned. Pregnant? How? Sure, his heat was a few weeks ago, but why is he starting to show symptoms now? It didn’t make sense. None of this.
Don’t get him wrong, though. Jimin is extremely happy to be having a baby. He just wasn’t expecting it so soon. God, neither was Yoongi-
Yoongi.
How will he tell Yoongi?
How will his husband react? There’s so many scenarios running through his head he doesn’t hear Namjoon call his name the first time.
“Jimin! Jimin! Hey, breathe, it’s okay. You’re fine. Everything is going to be okay.”
Jimin didn’t realize he had been panicking until he heard Namjoon taking slow, deep breaths to help. Jimin tried to match his pace, and eventually got it. After a few moments of silence, Jimin felt tears spring into his eyes, letting them fall freely.
“I can’t be pregnant! Yoongi will hate me! He’ll throw me out like I’m nothing! I-- I’ve always wanted a baby, but not this early! I’m not ready!” Jimin cried into his hands as Namjoon sat next to him to console him.
Jimin didn’t know what to do. He is excited, he is happy, but… Will the love of his life be happy?
“You need to tell him soon, Jiminie. By the time you’re 4 or 5 weeks, your scent will change, and he’ll figure it out.”
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“Pregnant?! That’s amazing, Chim! I’m so happy for you!”
Jimin smiled small at his best friend’s excitement. After Taehyung picked him up, they went to his and Jungkook’s place. He just dropped the news, and he’s glad someone is overly excited.
“You don’t look too happy, Chim. What’s wrong?” Taehyung rubbed his swollen belly, as he himself is about 5 months in.
Jimin sighed and hugged the throw pillow tighter. “I am happy, promise. You know I’ve always wanted kids. It’s just… are we ready? Am I ready? What if I tell hyung and he gets mad? What will I do if he kicks me out, or something?”
The omega’s breathing was getting out of hand, and Taehyung was quick to be at his side, whispering soothing words to calm him. After a couple of minutes, Jimin’s breathing stabilized. Taehyung took as a cue to talk.
“You okay, hun?”
Jimin nods once.
“You know you’re only psyching yourself out, right? No one is truly ready for babies. Hell, Kookie and I aren’t ready.”
“You guys planned it, though. Yoongi and I didn’t. At least, not right now.” Jimin rests his head against Tae’s shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment.”
“When are you going to tell him?”
“I don’t know. Probably this weekend, when he’s not stressing about work.”
“Good. Ideally, you should tell him today, but I get that you’re overwhelmed right now.”
“Yeah. I’m gonna head home now, somebody’s got to cook dinner.”
Taehyung smiles and kisses Jimin’s forehead. “Why don’t you wait for Kookie? He’ll be back in a few, he can take you home.”
“No, it’s okay. I don’t wanna-“
“Nonsense Chim! He’ll be glad to take you home! Especially when he learns he’ll be a godfather.” Taehyung had pulled his phone out to call his husband, hoping to catch him before he got inside the house.
“Hey, handsome~” Taehyung said into the receiver, putting it on speaker.
“Hey, cutie. I’m almost home. Need anything?”
“Yeah, I do, actually. Chim is here and he needs a ride home. I don’t want him to be out there by himself.”
“He can walk. It’s only like 20 minutes.”
“Yah, brat! You better start being nice to me!” Jimin had chimed in with Tae giggling.
“Or what?”
“I’ll disown you as a godfather, and the baby isn’t even here yet.”
Silence was heard on the other side of the line. Taehyung and Jimin looked at each other with a knowing smile as Jungkook let Jimin’s words sink in. And, that they did.
“BABY? YOU’RE HAVING A BABY? WHAT THE FUCK! DOES HYUNG KNOW? HAVE YOU TOLD HIM?”
The two pregnant omegas started cracking up at the younger’s reaction. It was always refreshing to see him get excited over things since he looked like a kid in the candy shop. It was the cutest thing ever.
“No, I haven’t told him. Namjoon hyung just told me today. So, can you drive me home or not?”
“Oh, yeah! I’ve been sitting in the driveway for like 10 minutes now. Come on out.”
With that, the call dropped and Jimin stood. Taehyung did, too, and hugged his best friend.
“Everything will be okay. I promise.”
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The weekend had finally come, and Jimin was nervous. He had stopped throwing up, and feeling like overall shit with the pills Namjoon had given him. Jimin had spent the days leading to now planning and planning. He had finally figured out what to do, which is just a simple dinner. He’ll cook, and they’ll eat, Yoongi will have wine (Jimin needs the man as relaxed as possible), then he’ll drop the bomb.
Jimin knows that Yoongi has been worried about him, and can smell the nervousness from a mile away. Yoongi didn’t ask, though, opting to wait for the younger to come to him. Jimin honestly appreciates that, and loves that about the alpha. It's one of his favorite things about Yoongi.
As of now, Jimin was preparing dinner. He asked Yoongi to not step foot into the kitchen until he was done. Yoongi begrudgingly listened to him and left the kitchen, giving Jimin a kiss on the way out.
Jimin had wanted to do a thing where he put a pacifier in Yoongi’s food or something of the sort, but he wasn’t sure. The omega stared at the pacifier in his hand. He had boiled it earlier to disinfect it just in case he wanted to go through with it.
In the end, he decided fuck it and planned to put the thing in the basket of breadrolls. After about an hour, dinner was finally done, and set up on the dining table. He called Yoongi into the room, and the older man took a seat, complimenting his work.
“Everything looks so good, baby. You’ve really outdone yourself. What’s the special occasion?” Yoongi started piling food onto Jimin’s plate, then did the same with his after Jimin took the first bite.
“Oh, nothing special. You’ve just been stressed this week, and I’m sure my sickness only made it worse for you. I’m sorry, babe.” Jimin reached for Yoongi’s empty hand, and gently squeezed. He was honestly apologetic for adding onto Yoongi’s stress. He’s sure the alpha being away from his sick omega is maddening.
Yoongi frowned and kissed Jimin’s hand. “Don’t be sorry, baby. It’s fine. It’s my job to always worry about you.”
“You don’t need to. I’m fine, promise.”
They smiled at each other and continued eating. They talked about anything and nothing at all, just enjoying each other’s company. The pacifier and pregnancy was pushed to the side of Jimin’s mind.
Until, Yoongi went for a bread roll.
Jimin had froze, remembering he placed the pacifier right under the roll on top to ensure Yoongi would see it. Jimin’s scent changed at that moment, and he’s sure Yoongi noticed it, too.
Except, Yoongi wasn’t looking at his husband anymore.
No, his eyes were glued to the pale, yet bright yellow pacifier sitting nice and pretty on top of the other bread rolls.
“Yeah, hey uh Jimin. What the fuck does that mean?” Yoongi didn’t sound angry, not at all. Just thoroughly confused. Jimin found it a little funny, to be honest.
“It’s uh… Surprise?” Jimin questioned, his voice going high. He swallowed the saliva gathered in his mouth, but only causing his mouth to become dry. Jimin regrets doing that.
Yoongi finally responded, “That explains why I’m the only one drinking tonight.”
Jimin didn’t mean to, but he let out a loud laugh. He covered his mouth that was open wide, and threw his head back. Yoongi let him laugh, content with smiling fondly at the omega. When Jimin finished laughing, he looked at Yoongi with watery eyes. The alpha’s expression changed quickly at that moment.
“Aw, baby, why are you crying? Don’t cry.”
Yoongi reached his hand forward, wiping off a stray tear that made its way down his omega’s chubby cheek. Jimin leaned into his touch, savoring it.
“I thought you would hate me because we’re not ready, nor did we plan anything. I’m just so happy, but my stupid brain thought that you wouldn’t be. I’m sorry, hyung.”
Yoongi scooted his chair closer to the omega’s, and picked him up, placing him on his lap. He cradled the younger, running his fingers through his hair and kissing the top of his head.
“Baby, listen to me. I’m glad that you realized your brain was being stupid, “ Jimin giggled at that, “Because I could never, ever in a million years think that. I could never hate you, not even if death stared me in the face. I love you so damn much, and I already love this baby just as much. I’m so happy. It doesn’t matter if we didn’t plan this, or we’re not ready. We have 9 months to get ready. I love you, okay?”
Jimin had stopped crying by the time Yoongi finished talking, and looked up at his alpha. The amount of love and adoration Jimin felt for this man was unspeakable. He could never put into words how much he loves Yoongi. Jimin thanks the gods for bringing Yoongi to him. He is a literal angel sent from above. Jimin smashes his lips on the elder’s. Yoongi gladly accepts the kiss, and pulls him closer.
“Actually, it’s going to be 8 months soon. I’m already 3 weeks.” Jimin states after they stop their kiss.
“3 weeks? Your heat was 3 weeks ago, right?”
Jimin nods. “Yeah, it was. It doesn’t take long to conceive, Yoongi.” Jimin chuckles at Yoongi’s bewildered face.
“Hm. Interesting. So, all the puking was because of the little peanut?”
“Little peanut?”
“Did I stutter?”
Jimin only laughed at his silly husband. This was going to be an interesting 8 months.