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Asahi has always wanted a child of his own. Ever since he was in high school, he always loved children. There was a time where he always treated the kids in his neighbourhood ice-cream or snack because he loved seeing them happy.
“Thank you, Hi-kun!” Said a boy with smiley crescent eyes that Asahi still couldn’t forgot until now.
Years after years have passed, Asahi is still very much in love with small kids. Up until now, he is happily married to his husband, Park Jihoon. Jihoon is a handsome young man who’s very ambitious and loving. He loves and cares about Asahi a lot. There were no single days Asahi didn’t feel loved by him.
As much as Asahi loves children, he also loves Jihoon.
But carrying Jihoon’s child inside him is quite a difficult job for him. Asahi loves both, but why were those two making him suffer?! He suffers with severe backpain, headache and extreme nauseousness for three months already since he was confirmed to be pregnant. Sometimes he woke up to swollen feet that he can’t even walk. Asahi hates this. Asahi doesn’t like having all these pains. Oh how he sometimes wished Jihoon was the one who felt all of it!
Just like any other days, Asahi woke up to back pains and swollen feet. It is only 5 in the morning and he still has few more hours to sleep until the time he normally wakes up. But this little kid inside him decided to make him awake early because he needs to throw up!
“Ugh…” Asahi groans when he can’t sit up on his own. His tummy is not that big but still, it is visible and very heavy for him to carry. What did he feed the baby other than pregnancy milk and his cravings? Why is his and Jihoon’s baby so heavy?!
“C’mon.. I need to go to toilet..” Asahi inhales a very deep breathe before trying once again to sit up. Thank God, he succeed! He takes another deep breathe to bear with the back-pain and nauseousness. Asahi shuts his eyes closed when headache also hits him out of sudden.
“Damn…” He curses under his breath. He puts his legs down the bed and slowly gets up. Not even five seconds of standing, Asahi is back to sitting at the edge of his shared bed with Jihoon and in a second, he threw up on the floor.
Upon hearing the slow noises and the cracking of their bed made by Asahi, Jihoon woke up from his sleep as well. He quickly gets Asahi and sits behind him.
“Babe, why didn’t you wake me?” Jihoon asked in his soft voice, one hand rubbing circles on Asahi’s back. The younger finished throwing up and he immediately hugs Jihoon. He buries his face on his husband’s broad chest, crying.
“I’m sorry… I should’ve threw up at the toilet but I couldn’t stand. My body and feet are killing me!!” Asahi cries.
“No no. I’m the one who should be sorry. It must be hard for you.” Jihoon cups Asahi’s face, leaving a long kiss on the younger’s forehead. “I’m sorry, love.”
“I’m sorry I dirtied our room..” Jihoon chuckled when his small husband talked to him with teary doe eyes and puckered lips.
“It’s okay. Now you take a rest while I clean up everything, hm?” Jihoon pressed another kiss on the younger’s forehead before helping him to lie on the bed again.
Jihoon helps Asahi to drink some water he took from the kitchen a minute ago then he cleans the floor as he said before. Asahi doesn’t say anything—he silently watching his husband cleaning up the mess he made. Jihoon doesn’t mind either. He is willing to clean up any mess his husband made because he believes that carrying a baby is harder than cleaning up. Asahi had it harder so he wouldn’t complain anything. He also enjoyed stealing pecks and kisses from his husband while he watches him cleaning.
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“Love…” Asahi sounds a little whiny while calling for Jihoon. The husband just comeback from doing their laundry. It is weekend so Jihoon, as usual, will do all house chores because his husband can’t. Even before Asahi got pregnant, Jihoon always insists to help him with house chores and Asahi couldn’t even be more grateful.
“Yes? Which of my babies are calling?” Jihoon walks to Asahi, pecking his lips before sitting at the edge of the bed. He is smiling very sweetly to his husband who’s still lying on the bed—one hand caresses Asahi’s tummy.
“Jihoonie…” Asahi plays with the hem of Jihoon’s pyjama.
Jihoon said nothing but keep staring at his husband with such sweet smile. Asahi is beautiful. He is even more beautiful after carrying their baby inside him. With that fair, flushed skin, chubby cheeks, red nose, plumpy thin lips and eyes that holds the whole universe in it. His Asahi is so beautiful.
“Jihoonieeee! Do you hear me?” Asahi snaps Jihoon out from his thought.
“Yes, baby?? What’s wrong, hm? Do you want anything to eat?” Jihoon pinches Asahi’s left cheek.
“That hurts!” Asahi gently slaps Jihoon’s big hand, making the older giggles.
“I’m sorry.” Jihoon steals another peck on Sahi’s lips. “So what do you wanna say?”
“I… I can’t stand. My feet is swollen.” Asahi looks at his feet and Jihoon looks at it as well. “So it seems like I can’t cook for you today. Do you mind if we just order from restaurant?”
“Ummm…” Jihoon taps on his chin, acting like he is thinking. “No.”
“Ahhh but I can’t stand!!! Your baby made me like this!” Asahi pouts as he whines to Jihoon. The whipped husband just laughed loudly upon seeing the cute little husband whining.
“Don’t blame my baby okay!”
“Okay then it’s your fault for making me carried your baby.”
“Hey, don’t say that!” Jihoon covers Asahi’s mouth with his hand. “The baby will cry if they hear you.”
“I was just kidding, love.” Jihoon caresses Asahi’s cheek so very gently. “It’s okay if you can’t cook. I can do it for us.”
“No!! You did our laundry so let me cook!”
“You said you can’t even stand so how are you going to cook, babyyy?”
“But I want to do something for you too.”
“Then what about being the most beautiful person in the world while I cook?”
“What do you mean?”
Jihoon grins widely then he suddenly stands up from the bed. He pulls Asahi closer and lifts him up in a bridal style.
“Jihoon!” Asahi yelps when the husband suddenly carried him.
“Let’s take a shower and dress up a bit. Your work for today is to be the prettiest and most beautiful man in my eyes, hm?”
Asahi giggles cutely when Jihoon carried him to the bathroom. They take a shower together and Jihoon helps him to dress up. Today, Jihoon chose his baby blue shirt that is two sized bigger than Asahi’s body. He even chose a grey-coloured shorts for his husband to wear.
“You’re beautiful.” Jihoon said while staring at his husband who is now drying his hair. Asahi, who is sitting on Jihoon’s lap, can feel his cheeks flushing red. Doesn’t matter how many times have Jihoon complimented him, he still gets shy.
After drying each other’s hair, Jihoon bridal carried Asahi to the kitchen and seated the husband on the kitchen island. Asahi can’t stop smiling since he woke up today. He is so happy. Very happy. He showers Jihoon’s face with kisses which the older replies with many more kisses.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“No, I love you more more!”
“I lov– brghgghh~”
The short ‘who loves who more’ contest ended when Jihoon’s stomach growling, making both of them laughed to it.
“Let me cook first. You sit here and remember, be the most beautiful person.” Jihoon pecks Asahi on his lips before focusing on the ingredients.
Asahi swayed his legs as he is watching Jihoon cooking from behind. Jihoon’s broad back looks even more attractive from this view. His Jihoon is always attractive. Not just that, he is also good at everything. This man can be both independent man and a househusband. Asahi is lucky enough to have Jihoon in his life—as his husband and as his baby’s daddy.
“It’s done!!” Jihoon turns around as he showed Asahi the fried rice he made for their breakfast.
“Yeaaay!” Asahi claps like a little kid, making Jihoon giggles to it. The husband walks to the dining to set their table while Asahi keep watching him in silence. After he is done with everything, he stands after Asahi, smiling really sweetly to him.
“The foods are ready, my highness. Let’s eat.” Jihoon bowed a little, taking out a hand to let Asahi reach for it. Once Asahi takes his hand, Jihoon immediately bridal carried the smaller man into his arms—not forget to peck his lips.
“Hey, stop carrying me so suddenly!”
“Why? I can carry you for 35 hours and still not getting sore cause you’re so light, babe.”
“You are carrying two people now. Are we not heavy?”
“Not even a bit.” Again, Jihoon pecks him but this time on his cheek.
“My legs are much less swollen now. I think I can already walk.” Sahi said when Jihoon seated him on a chair.
“Good to know that. But for today, let me do everything for you, ‘kay? Let me carry you to our bedroom, bathroom, or even anywhere you want to go inside this house. I can also cook, clean and do anything for you. Please be my princess for today.”
“Jihoon–“
“I don’t accept rejection from a handsome man.” Jihoon ruffles Asahi’s hair before sitting across from him.
“Let’s eat?” The older asked, tilting his head a little.
“Sure. Thank you so much, love. I really can’t do anything without you.”
“And I am nothing without you, Sahi.”