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Taemin rests his hand on his cheek, smiling over the kitchen island. Ten's glaring at him, fury in his eyes and Taemin can't help but giggle. This is going to go one of two ways — a very angry omega, or a very angry omega falling into hysterics as he opens the box on the coffee table.
It had been an idea from Baekhyun, and Taemin had decided to go for it.
Ten needed cheering up. Being left out of SuperM promotions due to his current state, not sleeping well as he entered his third trimester and not being allowed to take part in fan service at company orders had been dragging him down. Not to mention his sporadic days of not being able to eat anything without rushing to the toilet. He had been miserable for weeks now, frustrated at the entire situation. This shouldn't even have been able to happen, with their strict schedules, medical intervention and both of them on medication; Ten to prevent pregnancy and Taemin to prevent himself being fertile until he came off of them.
Much to their surprise, Ten had fallen ill one morning, passing and retaking him over in waves. He had pushed it off at first, a testament to the young dancers professionalism and tendency to work too hard until it had happened for the third day in a row; Baekhyun promptly forced the dancer to the SM medical staff. Taemin had gotten a hysterical phone call mid practice break and ran as fast as he could from the practice rooms, out of the basement as fast as he humanely could.
Apparently, one pill taken two hours late due to American schedules and jetlag and Taemin skipping a pill waiting for his prescription to be refilled — and being told by the medical staff one day wouldn't affect anything — had accumulated in the strange sickness bug Ten had being morning sickness, and a positive pregnancy test being held so tightly in Ten's hand, the cheap white plastic had started cracking slightly.
Now, six months later, their pup was giving Ten hell — Mark had pointed out it shared Taemin and Ten's genes so what could the younger expect?
Taeyong had to very hurriedly push Mark out the room as a scowling Ten struggled to get on his feet.
Taemin was well prepared to sprint from their shared penthouse to Minho's if need be as Ten finally manages to get himself sat up. He yawns, stretching his back as best he can and sighs.
"This better be good, Taemin-hyung."
"It's funny." Taemin smiles softly, taking his mate in. In the soft afternoon light, he glows. His swollen stomach suits him and Taemin has to fight the urge to walk across the room, caressing the bump carrying their child. He sighs softly, looking at the way his hips have plumped out slightly, body languid and so much squishier as his body changes to keep their precious miracle safe. He sighs softly, smiling. "You're gorgeous."
"You're just saying that because you're doped up on pregnancy hormones."
"Maybe, but it doesn't change the fact you're still gorgeous and I love you."
Ten stares at Taemin, fighting the urge to smile and Taemin giggles. "Come on, open your present."
"It smells like cake."
"It is a cake. We didn't get to celebrate properly when you found out so I thought we could have a little quiet one now. Some cake, a few movies, a nice bubble bath, I'll help you with your exercises and then I'll give you a massage, and then we can just cuddle in bed and spend all day tomorrow doing nothing but cuddling.. and maybe more."
Ten scoffs but smiles, leaning forward. He flips the cake box open with ease only to stare at the sweet in front of him. Seconds turn into minutes and Taemin swallows. Maybe it's time to send that 112 text to Minho.
"Are you serious, Taemin?"
"Come on, it's funny! You already get called it because of the cats, but now you're actually one! Well. Almost."
Ten doesn't turn away from the cake. Taemin glances at the bright green icing, chewing his lip. Maybe this was a bad idea.
"Congrats on almost being a DILF?" It's a screech from Ten's throat. "Taemin." It's a whine and Taemin pouts.
He gets up, quickly sitting next to his mate on the couch and wrapping an arm around his hip. "Come on, its just a little joke, pet."
"I'm not a DILF!"
"Yet~" Taemin smiles as Ten glowers up at him. "At least, you are to me. Best DILF in the world."
Ten scoffs and stares back at the cake. "I better be the only DILF in your world considering this is your fault for not getting your prescription filled on time."
Taemin leans in, nosing at Ten's neck with a soft sigh. "Only DILF I care about and would ever care about."
Ten sighs, tilting his head slightly and letting Taemin scent him. His annoyance immediately dissipates at the feeling of it, sighing softly. "Okay, I guess it is kind of funny."
"Like you wouldn't do this to Taeyong the moment he and Mark decide to have a pup."
Ten chortles and leans back, nestling at Taemin's cheek. Taemin tilts his head and indulges him, moulding their lips together.
Something thums between them, heightened, the third tiny tug on their bond also demanding attention. Taemin laughs softly, kissing Ten's forehead before gently splaying his hand across Ten's stomach. "Yeah, yeah, you little brat."
They stay that way a moment, Ten pressing his forehead against Taemin's before Taemin shrieks, hands on his chest pushing him off.
"Alright. Order Thai food in, and if I don't get that bubble bath in the next two hours, I'm gonna be a really annoyed Dad you won't be fucking for a week."
Taemin smiles and gets up, grabbing his phone from the kitchen island and opening their usual take away app. He watches from the corner of his eye as Ten lays out on the couch, returning to his show that Taemin had distracted him from.
Taemin heads over to sit down, carefully pulling Ten's feet onto his lap, placing his phone down once the foods ordered. His fingers find the pressure points in Ten's swollen ankles and starts massaging, smiling at the little noises of content from his omega.
Taemin takes another look at Ten; as pale and ill, uncomfortable and exhausted he looks, he also looks serene, skin flushed with hormones, soft and plump, squishable, cuddleable and oh, oh so breathtaking.
Taemin smiles as he focuses back on the task on hand.
SuperM had been created for amazing things, to boost SM Entertainment past the general reign of the K-Pop industry, to change lives, and to bring amazing new projects.
He had been hesitant at first about joining SuperM, really urged on by his own SHINee hyungs to say yes, and meeting Ten for the first time — not as company hyung and dongsaeng, but as coworkers and group mates, had lead him on an incredible journey over the years, once that was promising to get even more amazing as time passed.
Taemin would say, whilst he watched the soft hand print of his child press against Ten's stomach, the super group project had definitely done its job.
Taemin smiles to himself, dipping down to press a kiss to Ten's sore knees, before he focuses on really giving his mate a deep tissue massage in his ankles — he truly wouldn't ask for another DILF in his lifetime.