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About 4 months have passed, and this time around, everything hurts when walking. The slightest movements ache all the way down to your bones. You want to slap Jimin every time he speaks to you. Learning very quickly that every pregnancy is very different. One evening during dinner, Jimin sighs, "You know that if carrying the babies and working every day is too hard, Yoongi and I can handle all of the bills."
"Plus, we have a lot of money saved," Yoongi chimes in, "I hate to see you in so much pain." Sitting there in silence, eyes darting across the room of your beautiful family. Yoongi pouts, "It's our role to protect you, care for you, and our house."
"I know... I don't want to feel useless, you know!?" You take a sip of water.
"You're not useless... Though I can't grow life, I wish I could just to give a break. Regardless of how you feel, I think you're still a queen." Jimin looks at you with stars in his eyes. You agree that you'll talk to Leesa about cutting down on your days first. If you're still feeling this way, you will take up your husband's offer. Ami finishes eating, and you take her out of the highchair. Holding her in your arms, but she feels antsy since she learned how to crawl, she always wants to be on the move. Lightly putting her wavy hair into a messy bun, her chubby cheeks on full display, you watch her hair bounce around as she crawls. "I love her and her fat face." You get up slowly from the table, and Yoongi walks you down to the couch.
He goes back into the kitchen to prepare you some dessert. Jimin is cleaning up, "Man, this house is about to be extra full... If we keep having kids, we'll have to upgrade the house or sell!"
"You know she will not sell it. Stop putting twins in her, she'll probably kill you next time," Yoongi smiles. "I want to give her the world, but she's so stubborn; has she always been so independent?"
"She has been. Always needs to be moving and doing something, or else she feels incapable of functioning." Jimin hangs the towel and hugs Yoongi from behind, "She has accomplished so much and even bought her mom a house first before buying this one."
"Did you guys really live together since she was so independent?" Yoongi swirls the whipped cream on the brownie sundae.
"Oh yeah, everything about us being poor and depending on one another was true," Jimin's eyes closed, "I wouldn't have wanted to go through that with any other person... She always finds a way. Well, you'd better take her ice cream before she rips your head off."
"I have a feeling she'd rather rip off our other heads," Yoongi chuckles. The men join you on the couch. Ami was sitting beside you, playing with her toys, then when Yoongi sat down in the middle, she quickly climbed over you, smiling as her little hand grabbed his nose, and she beamed, "Dada."
"Aww, my princess," then he kisses her forehead. You guys throw on some cartoons and watch for a couple of hours until the baby starts to drool and vigorously rub her eyes. Your husband's offer to take care of her, to get her ready for bed. You plead with them, telling them that you can do it, but they insist on letting you take it easy as much as you can. They tell you they'll return as soon as you watch them go upstairs with Ami. Sitting down on the couch, holding your belly, and smiling at the pictures of your family. Your phone rings, and it's Leesa. You are grateful to speak with her because your maternity clothes from your previous pregnancy no longer fit, and you want her to accompany you for some shopping. She tells you yes, then you guys hang up, and you sneak away to the sex room downstairs. Silently standing in the middle of the room, reminiscing about all of the special moments you shared down here.
You can't believe the life you have now, and though you're extremely grateful for everything you have. Sometimes you wonder how life would be if you were still doing this. You would be rich, but then you would have never met Yoongi. Every moment in your decision-making has led him to you, and he is the best man that's ever happened to you. You start going through the dressers, looking at some of your old, cute outfits. "I can't wait to fit these again." Tears well in your eyes, and you feel like it's ridiculous to feel this way. Cheeks become wet as the tears roll down them; your phone vibrates with your doorbell camera notification of a car pulling into the driveway. Walking into the kitchen, where you have better service, so you can see who popped up at this time of night.
Sitting in the kitchen and rolling your eyes before she can ring the bell. You call out on the speaker, "The cops will be on their way if you don't leave here!"
She presses the button, "...But I'm your mother-"
"You're my biggest hater. Goodbye," watching her sigh.
"Please, I brought some of your favorite snacks and gifts for the baby," she holds up a couple of bags.
"Yeah, well.. Leave th- Hey baby," Jimin walks into the room to get a bottle for the baby to heat up.
"Are you gonna open the door?" Jimin asks while waving his phone. He places the bottle in the warmer.
"NO! She's mad, weird, and disrespectful... Do you not remember the last time she was here?"
"I can hear you!" Your mom's voice blares through the speaker.
"I don't give a fu-"
"YN, stop it, I'm going to open the door after warming this bottle, and you guys will talk things out... Yoongi and I will be downstairs in a few minutes." Staring at your husband, then his big lips, putting the speaker on mute, then motioning him to come closer. Grabbing the side of his face and biting your lip before giving him a kiss.
"So assertive, if I wasn't in so much pain all the time... I would fuck the shit out of you," beaming as his cheeks turn bright red.
"You're halfway there, my love, you can do whatever you want to me." he kneels in front of you, planting kisses all over you. The timer stops for the warmer, and you guys walk into the living room. He opens the door as promised and looks at your mother sternly and says, "Don't you dare stress out my wife tonight... She's been doing great without you, but unfortunately, she misses you from time to time."
Her eyes roll, and she hands him the bag of gifts for Amidala. She walks towards the living room where you sit, nervously scratching your leg. Jimin runs over to give you a kiss, then runs upstairs.
"Oh my god, you're huge," she notices you're visibly annoyed already, "I'm sorry, I just can't believe two lives are growing in there... How have you been?"
"I have been great, we have been. Before we continue this conversation, what you said about us really bothered me. It caused tension in this house, and you're a complete fucking bitch for that." Your hands begin to shake as the nerves set in.
"Regardless of how I feel or felt-"
"And that's part of the problem... You feel like nothing you've ever done was wrong," sighing, "It's like everything I have done is never good enough."
"OK... You act like I'm not allowed to have an opinion, and I want the best life possible for you."
"I'm not struggling, I have a beautiful home and everything I have ever wanted. You're set and don't have to worry about a mortgage or anything like that... Sooo, what's the issue, Mom?" You hear footsteps coming down the stairs, and the men take their places next to you. They greet your mother, and she silently stares at them, "Don't be rude, they're speaking to you-"
"I see THEM... You're such a bitc- Sorry, hello Yoongi... Jimin," her face twisted in anger, "I hope you guys are taking good care of my daughter and my grandchild that I never get to see."
"And that's all your fault, Mom," taking a deep breath, "... At least you're not here being rude and calling me names today. I appreciate that."
"Do you think I always wanna fight with my daughter and miss out on the best years of her life?" Her head shakes.
"We always fought like this... You're never happy, and thats the problem. If you don't mind, I'm very tired, and you'll have to go now... Thank you for the gifts and food. Hopefully, we can see each other again soon. Love you." Yoongi helps you stand up, and you slowly walk your mom to the door. Turning to your husbands, they tell you that you did well tonight. You smile, telling them to enjoy the peace for now.
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You have a shopping date today, on Saturday, and you decide to bring the baby. You're getting ready, and Jimin keeps pestering you, asking if you guys will be ok with the baby in the store. "...Do I look like an idiot?"
"I'm just asking because of your body aches," he groans while slipping on your flip flops, "You don't always have to talk to me like this... I'm sensitive."
"No, you're not... I understand that you care, but holy fuck, bro-"
"Fine, I don't give a shit if you're ok or not. Is that better?" his phone rings, and it's Tae, "Hey bestie, what's up?"
"Checking in on you guys, yn hasn't killed you yet?" He giggles on the line.
"Man, she might as well... I breathe wrong, and she's ready to bash my head in," he looks at you.
"Maybe I will, get away from me... You're such a fucking nuisance... Hi, Tae, please take my husband away for a bit," you say loud enough for Taehyung to hear. Slowly walking towards Amidala's room. Yoongi is in there making sure she is dressed and her diaper bag is full of snacks and everything she needs.
"Hey sweetie, you look beautiful this morning," Yoongi beams.
"I feel fat and my feet hurt. And my hip-" he cuts off your words with a kiss.
"You're amazing and the best and most stunning wife in the world," He looks into your eyes.
"Thank you, baby." You peer over at Jimin, who enters the room fully dressed.
"Taehyung invited us out today, Yoongi... Are you coming with?" Jimin looks at both of you.
"No love, I have papers to grade. I hope you guys have fun." Yoongi holds onto the diaper bag as you all leave the room. Leesa texted you that she's outside. You hug and kiss Jimin goodbye while Yoongi gets the car seat and helps you guys into Leesa's car. You kiss, then wave after Leesa drives off. You feel guilty about finally getting some time away from your men. You need it, being in the house with all that testosterone is driving you insane. Yoongi goes into the house and sees Jimin sitting on the couch, looking sad.
"What is it now?" Yoongi snuggles next to him.
Jimin sighs, "I might just stay the night at Tae's. I'm tired of feeling like everything I do is wrong. I know you'll try to convince me otherwise, but maybe our wife needs a break... From me."
"She's just tired, and you know... Growing two humans, I'm sure it's overwhelming. Just promise to check in with her, she does worry from time to time."
"She doesn't even like me right now-"
"Jimin, she loves you, and if you haven't noticed... She chooses our family and us every day, so I need you to chill the fuck out," Yoongi sternly says.
"But she's only being nice to YOU! Every day has been hell," Jimin whines.
"Stop fucking complaining already... It's not a big dea-"
"IT IS TO ME!" Jimin storms out of the door. Yoongi takes a deep breath while rolling his eyes. He retreats to his office to finally get some work done with peace and quiet. His spouses are getting on his last nerve, and he's getting tired of holding it together for his family. Staring at the ring on his finger, sighing while thinking, "All I ever wanted was love, but at what cost... It's all my fault." He grabs a beer from the fridge and roams around the house, wondering if he made the right choices in his life, if he made things worse by pursuing you. Making it worse by marrying Jimin too, by having children. He has a hard time focusing on his work because everything is a shit show, and he doesn't know how to fix it. Deeply pondering if his absence will be the answer.
He begins to cry and calls his mother to see if he can visit his parents for a while. He needs to get some time out of this house. He doesn't intend to stay long because his pregnant wife doesn't need to be home alone when she gets in from shopping. Yoongi chugs the ice-cold beer and quickly grabs his keys and leaves. You are gone for much longer than expected after shopping. You and Leesa went to dinner and a movie. Surprisingly, your daughter did very well with the outing, as it was her very first time at the movies. That is one activity you'll hold off on again until she's much older.
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Meanwhile, at Taehyung's house, Jimin and Jungkook are all discussing what they should do for the night. They haven't seen Jimin feeling so down since the time the both of you stopped talking. The time he moved away from your shared house together. They want to lift his spirits, "We should go dancing at our old spot!" Jungkook says while his eyes light up.
"Nothing but sluts go there... I'm married with childre-"
"Nobody said you have to get anyone's number or fuck them... It'll be like old times, you just need to let loose," Taehyung smiles.
"I don't know, man... It's ju-"
"We're going. I have faith in you, Jimin. We know when you're committed, you're ridiculously loyal. Your wife has nothing to worry about," Jungkook adds.
"I guess you guys are right," the men start drinking at home while getting dressed. Jimin didn't have any of his dressy clothes, so Jungkook let him borrow some of his. They all took a while getting ready, a bunch of grown men not knowing what to wear, what cologne to put on. They are just enjoying each other's company, talking and laughing. Seven drinks in, Jimin is already feeling great; he's ready to have fun with his buddies, something he hasn't done in a long time. They all decide to get into the car. Not realizing he left his phone at Taehyung's house in the midst of all the excitement, he sighs, thinking, "She is going to have my ass when I get home." They pull into the parking garage in the downtown area, and Jimin is slightly stumbling. Taehyung holds his shoulder. "Don't look too drunk, bestie; they'll never let us in."
"D-don't worrryyy. I-I'm a professiona-" Jimin hiccups and starts giggling. The cool wind hits his face, and he knows that he's at the perfect state of tipsiness. The three men walk up to the club Supernova, and tonight they're playing the top 40 hits. Jimin slightly misses you but shrugs it off since he can't even text you at the moment. The men immediately downed some shots, and he started sipping on beer and vibing to the music. After a couple of hours, Jimin's eyes become low, and he starts squinting, realizing he needs to use the restroom. He stumbles towards the back of the club. The line for the men's room is long, and he closes his eyes to keep his head from spinning, but it makes the sensation worse. He inches forward and thinks he sees a familiar face in the strobe lights across the room, "It can't be... she's home, pregnant with our twins," his body sways as he stares at the woman. Quickly rubbing his eyes, trying to erase the image from his mind like an etch-a-sketch.
The woman lifts up her middle finger at him and walks away. Jimin shakes his head, then goes into the bathroom. After relieving himself, he stares in the mirror, splashing water on his face, thinking out loud, "Am I going crazy? Was that my... Wife!"
He slowly walks out and goes to where his friends are, sitting down at the table. They ask if he's doing ok, he says yes, then orders another round of shots and some water. The men continue dancing. Jungkook and Taehyung are on the dance floor with two girls, and then Jimin gets a tap on his shoulder. Staring at her with blurry vision, she yells over the music, "IT'S RUDE TO STARE, YOU KNOW!"
"Yo-you... You're not MY-"
"WOULD YOU LIKE TO DANCE?" Her voice muffles in his ear as the music blares around them, "MY NAME IS EME, AND YOU?"
"JI-JIMINNN," his body sways back and forth. By this point, he's too drunk but agrees to dance. The two dance for a few songs, and he's having fun with a woman for the first time in a long time. Sadly, this woman was not his wife, and an overwhelming sense of grief started to hit him. It's just dancing, nothing is going to happen, he reminds himself. It's 3 a.m., and the bartenders make last call. Eme interlaces her fingers with his as he walks to the bar to pay his tab. She whispers to him as the lights come on, "Do you have your phone? To put my number in?!"
Jimin drunkenly pats his body, then spins around looking for his phone, shaking his head no. She grabs her receipt and writes down her number and presses her red lips on it, leaving a kiss mark. "Call me sometime," then she slips it into his pocket while Taehyung and Jungkook walk up to him, looking concerned. The three men stumble out of the club and go to grab some takeout. Taehyung slurs his words, "Dude, you should stay the night... Y-you're sooo fucked up."
"I-I miss my family," Jimin's words slur as he chugs water.
"No, bro, I have a bad feeling," Jungkook chimes in.
"Stop being a little bitc-" Jimin falls asleep in the back seat of the car. His friends know that if Jimin does not return home this late morning, all hell will break loose. Jungkook drove him home anyway despite his intuition bugging him. The drunk friends pull up to the driveway just before the sun rises; the clouds still have a dark hue with tiny breaks of light, and they don't have much time to get Jimin into the house. They drunkenly carry him and fall over as Tae retrieves the spare key from the hiding spot. They place him on the couch and crawl back to the car as quietly as they can. Taehyung takes a deep breath, "Dude, we're so fu-" he opens the door and starts to vomit. Jungkook shakes his head in annoyance. He's equally drunk, but his friends really acted like fools tonight.
Jimin slowly wakes and sloppily removes his shirt and pants because he feels too warm. The clothes sprawl out on the coffee table, and he passes out again with his head spinning.
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(happening after Jimin has fallen asleep on the couch)
Yoongi holds you tight as the sun rises. Despite all of the drama from earlier that evening, he made your night worth it. He made your favorite desserts, drew you a hot bath with candles and music. Then he massaged your feet and shoulders. You guys watched a movie while the baby slept through the night and even had sex. You weren't worried about Jimin because you know that Taehyung and Jungkook always keep him safe. They never let anything bad happen to any of you guys, and you're grateful for them. You don't know how long you're asleep when you suddenly wake to use the bathroom. Returning to the bed in your sleepy state, you see Yoongi sprawled out, but Jimin is missing. Taking a deep breath, "he's ok... I know he's fine," you think while slowly walking down the stairs.
Your eyes roll when you see him lying on the couch, half naked. The smell of alcohol coming from his pores. Trying not to become furious because he still made it home to you guys. You kiss his lips and head back upstairs to rest before Ami wakes up. For once, you're going to enjoy a lazy Sunday with your family as it is intended. Last night, Yoongi already told you that he'll take care of the baby. You'll take him up on his offer. A couple of hours pass, and you wake up because you feel restless and begin cooking breakfast for your family because Jimin is going to need to sober up as he's on dad duties while you and Yoongi have work tomorrow. Making sure to have the dark roast coffee brewing so that your husbands have ample caffeine to start the day. You start making waffles, cutting up strawberries, bananas, and various berries, bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, and hash browns.
You place a water bottle on the coffee table and start picking up Jimin's clothes to wash, noticing a piece of paper partially sticking outside his pocket. You look at him and then at his pants. Walking to the hamper, you toss the clothes in and will empty the pockets later. Going into all of the rooms, gathering the clothes that are in the baby's room and the hamper in your bathroom. Yoongi wakes to see you gathering all of the clothes, smiling at him, "Ami is still asleep, how was your rest?"
"It was amazing, you should be resting too, love." Yoongi looks down at the basket in your hands. "Do you need me to get up?"
"I'm fine, you get some sleep, love, or relax. The bacon is in the oven, and it's almost done. Love you," rushing back downstairs and separating the clothes, and the paper falls out. Your hands tremble as you look at it. Heart pounding in your chest as the adrenaline pumps through your body. "Don't overreact, don't overreact..." you keep repeating, but your blood is boiling. Going into the kitchen and letting the sink run with cold water, adding crushed ice into the cup. Running to the couch, *SPLASH*
Jimin gasps as he wakes, and your hand connects on his face so hard it starts to sting, "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!! WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!"
"Huh... WH-"
"DON'T HUH ME... YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! WE'RE TAKING PHONE NUMBERS NOW!"
"YN, ple-"
"Fuck you, Jimin, go be in the streets w-"
"What is going on?" Yoongi steps into the living room.
"I was drunk, I didn't do anything wro-"
"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET THIS THEN!? GET THE FUCK OUT!" You slam the receipt paper into Yoongi's palm, who is standing there equally confused. He watches Jimin holding his head.
"I don't remem-" his head starts to pound from the hangover, "Please... I would never hurt you two... I-I had too much," he begins to sob, walking behind you.
"I'm sick of you, Jimin... I fuc-king despise you," you push him, "Go be with Eme or whoever the fuck."
Yoongi steps in between you guys, "This is not how we handle things, but exactly how did you get this?" Yoongi hands him the paper.
"... I really don't know... I just remember having one too many drinks at Tae's house, and the night was a total blur. I-" the baby starts crying, and Yoongi keeps his promise to tend to her upstairs.
"I'm deadass, get the hell out of here before I hurt you," examining his half-naked body. You don't see signs of a passionate hookup on his skin, no makeup on him, no bite marks, no hickeys. "Well, call that bitch. Call Tae... I don't care, you have to leave."
"I-I don't have my pho-" slapping him again as the doorbell rings.
"You're a shitty ass husband," seeing Jungkook in the ring camera, waving Jimin's phone, you talk into the speaker, "Good, take this asshole with you!" You go to open the door while Jimin stumbles as he takes the bacon out of the oven; afterwards, Jimin rushes upstairs. Jungkook goes to the room with Jimin to help pack a dufflebag quickly. Yoongi walks in with the baby. "Hey love... Can we all jus- And where do you think you're going!?"
"I'm going to stay a couple of nights at Kooks," Jimin stutters as he's still visibly drunk, tears stream down his face, "I swear this time, I didn't do anything wrong-"
"I don't know, man, though it's suspicious... Give her time to cool off..." Yoongi sighs, then Jimin holds and kisses their daughter before saying goodbye. Jimin throws on some clothes while Jungkook walks downstairs to place the bag in the car. You call after Jungkook before he exits the door.
"Here, give him this plate of food, please," you hand him containers of the breakfast you prepared, though you're still furious, Jungkook looks at you confused, "He's still my husband and his dumbass needs to eat...Bye!"
Jimin looks at you with his bloodshot eyes and somber expression, looking like he wants to say more. He knows that nothing he says right now will make you hate him any less, so he just hangs his head low and shuffles out of the door. He hops into the car, wiping his tears. "Kook, thanks for coming," he lowly whispers, scratching the palm of his hand.
"I'm sorry, I just had a bad feeling, and when I saw you left your phone... I needed to come right away." Jungkook taps on the steering wheel.
"I blacked out... Like my body was there but-" his words trail off, "I-it was no excuse... She looked like my wife, yes. But I swear, I'd never mess anything up with the love of my life," he sobs into his hands. "You must think I'm a pussy."
Jungkook playfully slaps Jimin's knee. "I would never, you're human with emotions... We all know how much you love her... You practically stalked her," chuckling when Jimin shoots him a look, "I'm kidding, bestie, stay as long as you need. If it makes you feel better. Tae also got shitfaced and threw up in your driveway. He was still sleeping when I left his house."
"No way," he bursts into laughter, "Not the youngest taking care of us... Sorry, Kook!" Jimin looks out the window before closing his eyes. He hates to admit that he still feels the world spinning behind his eyes, his head is blaring, and his mouth is drier than the desert. He keeps replaying in his mind what happened. He doesn't know how he's going to fix it, but he'll find a way.
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You and your husband sit at the breakfast table with the baby in silence. Yoongi is thinking of what to say that won't further escalate things. He glares at you, "Did you throw water on him?"
"Yeah, I slapped him too. It was deserved," your eyebrows furrow.
"It's not... You didn't even bother to ask him how the number even got there."
"Yoongi, does it fucking matter... It was in his pocket regardless," angrily stabbing your waffles with a fork.
"I know, but did you notice, he was also still very drunk... Maybe he abused his limit. It happens sometimes." Yoongi reaches for your hand. "I don't want us all to be fighting, arguing... Our home was built on love, and that will never change."
"Why are you defending him?" Your eyes scan his face, then your expression softens when you look at the baby. Yoongi is right, but it doesn't change the fact of everything that happened last night. Yoongi gets a message from Jimin stating to bring the baby to Jungkook's tomorrow so he can watch her while they're at work.
You scowl, "I'm going to call Eme."
"Babe, I don't think thats necessary-"
Bawling up your fist, "I need to know why she felt so comfortable giving our husband her number." You are determined to find out what's going on, no matter what happens, you'll have to be ok with the outcome.