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Minho retches, making Felix gasp as Hyunjin moves out of the way so that he can rush to the bathroom.
"Hyung!" the both of them simultaneously panic before crowding by the bathroom, rubbing Minho's back and making sure he doesn't spew out his breakfast on his hair. "Jesus Minho hyung…let's take you to the hospital, please," Hyunjin begs, "It's been days!"
"Yeah, Hyunjin is right hyung," Felix keeps on rubbing his back, "I can drive us there. You have to get yourself checked,"
"It's just food poisoning,"
"Salmonella can still kill you," Hyunjin retorts immediately, "Hyung," he whines again before Minho finally gives in, letting out an exasperated sigh before gently pushing himself away from Felix and Hyunjin's grip, the babying going too far.
And turns out, it wasn't salmonella.
Hyunjin let out the loudest gasp known to mankind and Felix was about to catch a fly in his mouth. Minho was trembling as the nurse sympathetically smiled.
'Lee-ssi, you're pregnant,'. Salmonella his ass .
"H–How…" Hyunjin loses traction of his marbles before rushing over and tacking Minho into a hug, Felix joining afterward.
"How…are you feeling?" Felix questioned with a certain caution. And then an ugly sob comes from Minho, his eyes upturned to crescents before sobbing into their arms like he was jelly and they were his last chances of getting propped up.
"I don't know," Minho weeps, "B-But I'm having a baby,"
The way Minho's body worked was rare. Some men could get pregnant, the specifics of it too complicated but as long as there was housing for a uterus, pregnancy was possible. And although both he and his husband were vaguely aware of the possibilities, Minho wouldn't have thought—not even in a million years that he of all people could get and is already pregnant.
To be frank, he and Chan never talked about it. Never considered it a possibility.
A baby was on the way, and his husband of barely a year had yet to find out.
How was he even supposed to tell Chan? 'Oh hey Felix and Hyunjin rushed me to the hospital and it turns out, it wasn't salmonella, I have a whole ass baby growing in me,' Nope. Not a chance.
So for an entire afternoon, until the sun started to set beyond the horizon seen from their apartment window Minho mulled and panicked over it.
He was usually a man of tenacity and boldness but he has never been quite this terrified for something. For someone.
He has an entire life growing inside of him, depending on whether he wants to nurture or let go. And god, he scared himself because he didn't want to let go. He wanted to hold on to this little morsel of a miracle his body managed to produce.
But what if Chan didn't want a baby? What if he found it sudden?
Minho was going to throw up. The nervousness was crawling up his throat and maybe being left alone wasn't the best idea after all.
He could feel his tears prick the sides of his eyes like they were burning. So profoundly upset he felt like exploding.
"Yeobo, I'm home," snaps him out of his thoughts.
Minho turns and Chan frowns upon entering the living room. "Hey…what's wrong?" he immediately asks. Of course, he knew something was off, he always could.
Scowling, Minho shakes his head and slumps down the couch, "No…it's nothing," he mumbles under his breath. Chan just sighs and sets his bag down, hanging his jacket by the coat rack before joining his husband. "Minho-ya, Are you sure it's nothing? You could tell me everything,"
"I'm sure its nothing," he shakily states, making Chan frown before reaching out for Minho and placing a kiss on the crown of his head. Minho was going to fucking explode.
He shoves Chan away a little bit, "Stop that!" he snaps and a very bewildered and shocked look meets him.
Dizziness strikes and all the worries pour through Minho's throat until he simply can't anymore. He clasps a hand over his mouth and bolts to the restroom, locking the door and dry-heaving over the toilet.
Something about how Chan looked sent him to spiral, the dizzying shock coursing through his veins as Chan pounds on the door of the bathroom, "Minho! Minho! Open up," he shouts through the door, "Shit. If you're sick you could've said something! Minho, c'mon, let me in,"
Minho couldn't help but sob, leaning against the wall of the bathroom while clutching his stomach. He didn't know what was going on anymore, everything so messy, so shocking, terrifying and exhilarating to him. A click reaches his ears and Chan gently pushes the door open, keys jangling from the knob before he immediately gets on his knees to sit beside Minho.
"I'm not gonna touch you, but we should go to the ho–"
"Lix and Jinnie took me already," Minho whispers, eyes closed before Chan slumps down the floor, bewildered and sat across his husband. "Oh…you didn't call me?"
"W-Why does it matter,"
Chan couldn't help but chuckle. 6 years of dating and 3 of getting married, there was one cheat code he built up for Lee Minho, it was that his tsundere tendencies were easy to see through. Don't react with aggression, a light-hearted approach is always the best to go. "You're my husband…I'd feel terrible if it didn't matter to me,"
Minho squeezes his eyes before holding his hand out like a one-armed zombie, his hysteria dying down a bit as Chan takes the hand and lightly entwines it with him.
"You know I wouldn't joke about something serious right?" Minho asks in barely a whisper, his throat closing in but Chan hears and understands–he always does.
"Yes yeobo. What is it that you want to tell me?"
"I'm pregnant," Minho's lower lip trembles before opening his eyes to release the dam of tears accumulating. " I'm pregnant with your baby, hyung,"
In hindsight, Minho's reaction was very much dramatic to a Hyunjin scale. Although the fear at the time was unpalpable, he couldn't help but laugh because now–their beautiful baby Jeongin was in Chan's arms while his husband sat up against the headboard and hummed a little tune for their son with his eyes closed.
"I thought you'd do the English indoctrination," he speaks up, and Chan just smiles, not bothering to open his eyes, reaching out blindly for Minho's hand while keeping a secure one for Jeongin.
"I got sick of twinkle twinkle, I think Gom Se Mari is a little bit catchier," he explains and smiles a little bit wider when he feels Minho's smaller hand entwined with his'. "I hear you sing it in the shower too," he adds making his husband laugh.
"If I sang trot songs to him I highly doubt Jeongin'll understand,"
"He'll probably love trot. I have a premonition,"
"Mhm? Is that so,"
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"Jeongin-ah, you just ate, I don't think it's wise for you to overeat," Chan frowns down at the baby plastered to his chest trying to reach out for the empty baby bottle, "No more, Innie, no more," Chan deepens the frown before Jeongin lets out an indignant 'Bah!' before smacking down a small, light, fist against his chest.
With how broad and built Chan was, it was barely a tap but his emotional physique was knocked down cold. "You're already answering back…unbelievable of you young man!" he scolds which only makes Jeongin giggle.
"He started babbling already. His laugh is so adorable, Minho-ya," Jessica helps unloads the groceries they ran as Minho hums happily at the sight before him.
Jeongin still found his head quite heavy, but with the constant talking to and rigorous tummy time, he was able to wiggle around more as well as talk and by talk it was through babble noises. Bunch of Bababas and blowing of raspberries but it was progress.
"Prettiest sound ever Eomma-nim,"
She smiles while looking back at Chan who was still engrossed with entertaining his son, "I remember when Chris was his age, our first child. We were really in for it," she chuckles while recollecting the memories of her first son. "It got easier by a long shot when Lucas came along but Christopher would always be a unique and intimate experience,"
Minho nods. He understands, really, having to love two people at once and still feel like there's not enough space for the affection and adoration you have for them. That's Chan and Jeongin to him, as it is Jack, Chris, Hannah and Lucas to Jessica.
In a way, Christopher would always and forever still be their baby boy.
Jack enters the kitchen with finally empty hands after having to place the kindling by the fireplace, autumn not too far the horizon. "Now, where's the little man,"
"Here," Chan faces his dad and Jack beams at Jeongin who excitedly kicks his feet around. "Aigoo, so energetic and spry," Jack chuckles while assisting Jeongin's heavy head, "You're gonna add a few more years to me little man,"
Minho adores the sight before him, as Jessica couldn't help but approach her husband while laying one hand on Chan's arm. Chan overlooking Jeongin from Jack's shoulders while the old man held the baby while making funny faces. It was a cute an endearing picture.
So he brings his phone out, snaps a quick shot and just observes, still unloading the groceries.
A memory flits through his mind, however, the very first time they broke the news to their parents. He could still remember it clear as day—
He was going to burst from the passenger's side, legs bouncing up and down so hard Chan couldn't even place his hand on his thigh. Miss A's Hush was playing softly in the radio and he definitely was running out of breath and can't think straight.
His violent tendencies have doubled tenfold ever since getting pregnant and he wanted to chuck the entire glove compartment out of the window.
Chris glances his way before attempting to lay a hand on his thighs, smoothing it over before taking his hand, "Yeobo," he sternly yet softly calls out which garners a staggering breath from his husband.
"If they say something bad, or wrong, I'll get you out of there alright? I won't let anything bad happen to you and Baby Lime," he promises.
And Minho knows he'll do well on his promise. He always does. So squeezing back Chan's hand, Minho shuts his eyes and braces himself to arrive at Gimpo.
It takes them another hour to get there as Chan stops the car, lifting the hand brake up before unlatching his seatbelt, turning to Minho. "If you want to back out it's alright,"
Minho shakily holds his hand out, "No…they still deserve to know,"
"Okay. How do you want to go about it,"
"Hand them the envelope, tell them I'm 12 weeks in, then let's leave,"
Chan presses his lips together and gently cups Minho's cheeks, smiling at him reverently, "You'll do great,"
" We'll , do great," Minho corrects before unbuckling his seatbelt, grabbing the ultrasound pictures encased in an envelope from the glove box before waiting for Chan to make his way to the passenger's side and open the door for him. Force of habit.
He can tell that his neighbors are nosy and onlooking. Unsurprising, since your gay son with his gay (bi) husband pulled up in front of your house after 3 years with a fucking Audi and white envelope like they were going to break the house down–definitely a recipe for gossip.
Minho rings the doorbell while Chan stuffs his hands in his pockets. The gate clatters open before coming face to face with his mother.
"Hello…eomma," he greets hesitantly. A look of uncertainty flashes through his mother's eyes before he exasperatedly sighs, "We're not going to ask for anything,"
Her lip quivers and notices the onlookers peering around their own yards. She clicks her tongue and quickly ushers both of them in, "Go in, hurry," she flails her hands around.
Minho hesitates and Chan steps up from in front of him, guiding him in as if he were Lee's son.
"What in tarnation are you two doing here?" Minho's father immediately walks out of the house, not paying half a mind to invite them in whatsoever. Chan sighs and looks back at Minho with an inquiring look, if he should do the handing of the envelope but his husband shakes his head.
"Hello, abeonim," Minho still bows, and Chan hesitantly follows suit. He holds out the envelope with two hands and his father snatches it out of his hand.
"12 weeks," was the only thing Minho could say, and his mother walked up to his father to peer over his shoulder to see the envelope.
'Seoul Doctor's Hospital
Obstetrics and Gynecology for Men
Mr. BAHNG-LEE, Minho' was written on the envelope before Minho's father looks up at him with one akin to disgust, and Chan immediately blocks his way to shield his husband from such a hateful glare.
They open up the envelope with haste before they pluck the ultrasounds out, a mangled gasp emitted from his mother. And Minho felt his heart break into two. He shuts his eyes and clutches the back of Chan's shirt, 'It's okay. Chan reacted way better than this. He loves you and your son and that's all that matters,' he assures himself before his husband speaks.
"Minho still wanted you to know," he stiffly states 'If it were up to me you'd be exiled from our own family,' dies on his tongue but he remains steadfast, "Do what you will with his information," he swallows the lump on his throat.
"We'll be leaving now," he announces before bowing, taking Minho's hand and turning. "That's right! Leave and never come back! We won't be fucking leeched off because of a child,"
Again, Chan and Minho had that covered. Minho clasps a hand over his mouth and hunches down, unable to contain an animalistic sob as they leave the property.
Chan furrows his brows and simply helps him in the car, pressing a kiss against his hand before rushing to get out of the wretched neighborhood.
The moment they got on the highway, Chan pulled over to the side and immediately headed out the car, Minho sobbing in the backseat.
He opens the passenger's side door, immediately pulling Minho in an embrace, "Yeobo. You did great, yeah?" he assured while pressing a kiss against his temple, "You'll keep on doing great. They know now, that's what we wanted, and you were able to tell them. I'm proud of you,"
Minho throws his arms around Chan, his sobs a bit louder pulling him closer before shakily taking his face in his hands, pressing trembly and wet kisses to his husband's lips.
"I love you," he whispers against his lips before Chan wipes a trail of tears with his thumb, "I love you, Yeobo," he presses a kiss on Minho's nose. "Let's head home, yeah?"
"Ma," Chris softly talks on the phone while Minho dozes off on the couch. 'Channie-ah, how's it going?' his mother responds, warmth to her voice reverberating throughout. "We're doing great here Ma, what about you guys there?"
'Lucas just finished moving out, Hannah is still in the States so me and your father are left here,' she responds with a chuckle before Chris could hear his father ask who was calling.
"Hey Pa," he smiles, knowing his mother put him on speaker phone. 'How's it going there son? You and Minho doing alright, yeah?'
"Yeah, heard you got the house bouncing off its own walls down there,"
Jack laughs, 'It housed three children who now don't live here. Of course, it's gonna be noticeable,'
"Why don't you guys come visit here then?"
Jack and Jessica fall silent for a short second as if looking at each other, Chris could already imagine it. 'Not half bad of an idea,' Jack concedes, 'We haven't seen you after you got hitched after all,'
"You did see me, all those calls and everything,"
'Of course I meant in person you drongo,' his father light-heartedly jabs, making him chuckle. 'We'll see if we can book a flight there,' Jessica takes over as Chan hums in thanks, "Thanks Ma, although if you can't then Minho and I'll come there,"
They talk for an hour, checking in with each other. The couple could probably tell something major was happening back in Korea, but they didn't push it anyway.
In the next 3 weeks, they booked a flight to Korea and Minho was going to throw his baby up again.
His bump isn't as noticeable against his stomach yet. Like he was just bloated but he knows what really lies beneath a good breakfast. "You didn't tell me they'd be coming here! Are we telling them…?"
"Minho, yeobo, hear me out yeah?" Chan consoles his husband, "They won't react badly. That I can assure you. Ma and Pa have always been supportive," he sighs and presses a kiss on Minho's lips, "They'll be over the moon,"
"You promise?"
"I promise," he presses a tender kiss to his lips, then bends down to kiss his slight protruding tummy. “You’re gonna meet your halmeoni and harabeoji,”
In 15 minutes, Minho could hear the chatter of Chan and his parents in the hallway of their apartment. He takes a deep breath, looking down at his tummy before hearing the bell ring. He trudges to the door with feigned confidence, opening the door before being immediately greeted by Jessica and Jack. “There he is!” she dotes and immediately pulls him into a hug, making him chuckle.
“Hello, eomma-nim,” he pats her back before Jack also envelopes him in a hug, “My son! It’s been forever,” he laughs jovially making Miho grin, “Hello to you too, abeonim,”
“Now get inside we’re congesting the hallway,” Chan’s voice makes them move further inside. Minho starts getting the tea ready for them, the white envelope catching his attention. He gulps down his remaining nervousness and carries the tray to the living room while Jessica and Jack look around their apartment.
“Tea,” Minho quietly offers.
“Thank you, Minhonnie,” Jessica graciously accepts the cup before Chan clears his throat. “Thank you for coming here, Ma, Pa,”
Jack nods, “Actually, Jessica and I decided to take you up on the offer because it seemed like you wanted to tell us something,” he explains which makes Minho tense up while handing him his tea.
Chan looks to Minho and they both nod at each other, making Chan reach out for the envelope and hand it to them. Jessica cautiously takes it, making Jack hold down her hand with a stern look on his face, “This isn’t a divorce. Is it?”
“What?! No!” Chan immediately shakes his head, “Ma, you turn it around. You’re holding it the wrong way,”
“There’s no wrong way to hold a…” Jessica trails off as her eyes widen in shock. Jack looks at her and he lets out a soft gasp upon seeing the name Bahng-Lee Minho and Obstetrics in the same space. Hastening her pace, Jessica rips the envelope seal off and takes out the ultrasound with shaky hands, “Oh darling,” she looks up at Jack with a trembling hand.
It was small, but with three children in their arsenal, they knew what a baby looked like against grainy black and white. “A..baby…” Jack takes the pictures before looking up at Minho who is biting his lips.
“You’re pregnant…Minho?”
“Yes sir,” he only manages to whisper before feeling Chan’s hand over his.
Jessica holds a hand over her mouth before rushing to hug Minho, shocking him to his core. “A miracle! Oh my son,” she tightens his hold before a roaring cheer comes from Jack as he beckons Chan to stand. “You rapscallion, good on ya!” he smacks a hand on his son’s back which makes him wheeze.
“Darling can you believe!” Jack starts holding the ultrasound up, “A grandchild! My goodness!”
Minho couldn’t help but sniffle out, tears streaking his face while laughing as Chan smiled at him softly, rubbing his back and encasing him into his hold, “Surprise,” Chan chuckles at his delighted parents, “We’re gonna be dads,”
“I’m gonna be a grandfather!”
“Darling, lower your voice!”
He feels a hand on his waist, a soft kiss pressed to his cheek, “Looks like you’re in deep thought there my love,” Chan’s voice snaps Minho out of his recollection, making him look up at him with slightly surprised eyes. “Nothing…just remembered a few things,”
“Is that so?” Chan envelopes him completely, chest pressing against his back, before inhaling the scent on the crown of his head. “You’re smelling like Jeongin,”
“You think?” Minho responds in a cute Korean accent which makes Chan giggle against him, “Yeah, I reckon,”
Minho chuckles, looking at the old couple while they play with Jeongin whose delighted little squeaks and squeals echo through the house.
This was their life now; in-laws closer, a baby to make their days, and his never-changing lovebug of a husband. Life is good.