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Weeks: 11/-2
“Let’s have a baby.”
Hoseok’s eyes widened impossibly large, left speechless, as the sound of a plate crashing resounded somewhere behind them in the kitchen.
”What was that, Park fucking Jimin!?”
Yoongi ran into the living room where both Jimin and Hoseok were seated on the couch, Hoseok frozen in place with his jaw hinges loose as Jimin looked up at him shyly through his lashes.
“Did you just say you wanted to have a baby!?” Yoongi continued screeching at the youngest, one arm flailing as he used the other to point a serving spoon at his slightly bloated stomach, his dinner long forgotten. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU CALL THIS THEN?”
“But, Yoongi-hyung…” Jimin pouted, cheeks puffing up the way they did when he wanted one of his husbands to do what he wanted. “I just thought that—“
“You… want? Me?” Hoseok interrupted him. His eyes were still unfocused and he was beginning to mumble to himself. “Jiminnie wants me… to have a baby?”
“Yah! You better answer me, Park Jimin!” Yoongi yelled, now reaching to hit his youngest husband in the head with the nearest pillow. Luckily he had dropped the spoon. “Are you cheating on me? Right in front of my face, too! How dare you ruin my precious body then turn around and knock up some other— other man!”
“Ah! Stop! Baby, it’s not like that!” Jimin screamed as the ruthless pillow pounded him on the head, the back, and his chest. “Stop! How can I cheat on you when you’re both my husband?”
Yoongi suddenly stopped his rampage, falling onto the loveseat across the room with a woeful sigh and rubbed his petite belly, whispering, “Baby Buns, your daddy is so mean. He’s trying to replace you before you’re even born. Don’t worry; I won’t let him hurt you,” his voice rose in determination, “I’ll leave him, that’s what I’ll do! I’ll pack my bags and me and you will get out of here, little guy, and find someone who actually loves us—“
“Baby, I do love you—“
“And then he’ll have a baby with that nasty Hoseok and it’ll be ugly—“
“HEY!” Hoseok screeched, finally snapped out of his shock.
“—Because we all know I’m the pretty one. That’s why I was chosen to carry the baby so that it would be as cute as a button and lovely beyond words.”
Hoseok scoffed loudly then groaned as he slid down in his seat. Once Yoongi started on one of his self-indulgent talks with his barely-there baby bump there was no stopping him. The man was only three months pregnant and he was already speaking to his stomach more often than to the two men he was supposed to share everything with for the rest of their lives.
“Why do you want to have a baby, Jiminnie?” Hoseok began, rubbing a hand down his face, “You already have one on the way.”
Jimin hopped up and sat on Hoseok’s lap, cupping his cheeks and causing his lips to squish up. “I know but just— Okay, hear me out. Picture it: both of you, wobbling around the house, pregnant.” Hoseok waited for him to elaborate. “Doesn’t that just sound wonderful?”
Hoseok grabbed both of Jimin’s wrists and pulled them down to his lap then looked over to Yoongi who had paused in his mutterings to his stomach. “Hyung?”
“You have got to be shitting me. How would that be wonderful, Jiminnie?”
“You don’t see it? It would just be the cutest thing, guys! Both of you with tiny little baby bumps waddling around like little adorable penguins with your cheeks all aglow with happiness the way pregnancy does and I’ll be there to rub your tummies and litter you with tiny kisses while we look over baby magazines and pick out matching outfits for both of my kids and… Seriously? Are you really not seeing it?”
Both older men were staring at him with blank looks on their faces not believing that Jimin was actually, seriously considering this, and in such detail as well.
“Jimin—“
“Please?”
“Jimin, I—“
“Please? Please, please, please?!”
“Jimin!”
“Guys, come on. I thought you loved me. Don’t you want me to be happy?” His puppy dog eyes were brimming with tears threatening to spill out at the next sign of rejection. His ears were turning red under the intense scrutiny and Hoseok could hear a whimper starting, getting higher in pitch the longer Jimin whined.
Hoseok furrowed his brow and stared into those dewy eyes, lips slightly downturned. Suddenly, Yoongi stood up and walked over to the two on the couch.
“Welp, have fun being pregnant, Hoseok-ah,” Yoongi muttered with a pat to Hoseok’s head then he wobbled on his way to the bathroom to relieve the pressure on his bladder.
~*~
Weeks: 20/7
“Hey, did my pants shrink in the wash?”
“How could that happen, they’re jeans,” Yoongi replied from his perch on the loveseat, his official throne during his pregnancy.
“Are you sure? They feel a little,” Hoseok stuck his fingers between the waistband of his jeans, noticing the struggle to fit them between the rough material and his soft skin, “snug? Did I gain weight?”
Yoongi’s hand stopped midair where it had been on its way to deposit a barbeque chip into his waiting mouth. “Oh, my gosh, you’re pregnant.”
“What? Wait, how do you know?” Hoseok spun around to face his husband. “Explain!” He pointed a shaky finger in his direction, eyes blown wide.
“Trust me, I know,” Yoongi chuckled and continued eating his chips. “Congratulations.”
Hoseok didn’t know how much of an explanation that really was but he tried to trust his hyung. Besides, he was older and way more pregnant than Hoseok apparently was so he (hopefully) knew what he was talking about.
“I— I guess I am?” He hesitantly lifted his shirt and rubbed a hand down his smooth stomach. He didn’t look pregnant but then again Yoongi didn’t either at first.
Dropping his shirt back down he moved towards his phone on the dresser. “I’m calling Jiminnie.”
Yoongi grunted in understanding, munching on his snack with the smallest smile on his lips.
~*~
Weeks: 21/8
Hoseok was on his knees, purging the contents of his stomach into the white toilet bowl.
“Here, take this.”
After a few seconds he turned his face to the side, resting his clammy cheek on the cold ceramic, noticing a damp washrag being held out to him. “Hyung…” he groaned out, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt another wave of bile working its way up.
“Shh… it’s going to be okay.”
“Baby? I don’t understand,” came Jimin’s strained voice from the doorway. He was holding onto the doorframe with white knuckles, worry and concern twisting his face. “It’s not even morning, why is he sick?”
Yoongi leaned over to brush the bangs out of Hoseok’s glazed-over eyes. “That’s a myth, sunshine. You can get morning sickness at any time of the day—or night even.” Yoongi dabbed the cool cloth over his sick husband’s face, effectively wiping away the sweat and cooling his skin while another hot flash hit him. “This is normal,” he soothed, “you’ll be okay, sweetie, let it all out.”
//
When Hoseok stopped throwing up Jimin and Yoongi moved him over to the couch and wrapped him in a thick blanket, handing him a glass of ice water to sip on.
“My mouth feels disgusting.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t think you’d respond well to the taste of mouthwash right now. We’ll brush your teeth after we get you a little more settled.” Yoongi had taken his seat on his throne and tucked his feet under him. “Jiminnie? Can you get him another damp rag?”
The youngest nodded, worry still on his face as he ran to the kitchen.
“Hoseok-ah, sweetie, just try to breath.” Yoongi’s voice was soft as he noticed his husband’s tense features.
“Hyung, I feel so bad. Not even for myself but, like, you did this? How? I feel like crap and my stomach feels cramped and my nipples are sore and—“
“Shh, shh…” The elder stood up and came to rest beside his husband on the couch, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Just breath, okay?” Yoongi kissed the pout on his lips, “Can you do that for me, sweetie?” A kiss on his damp temple, another on his nose. “Breathe.”
And Hoseok does.
//
“Honey, since I’m pregnant, can you—“
“No.”
“But, Yoongi-hyung,” Hoseok whined.
“No.”
“Come on, you haven’t even heard what he was going to say,” came Jimin’s higher pitched whine.
Sighing, Yoongi threw down his magazine to the floor. “I am not knitting your baby anything. I have my own to take care of—way sooner, mind you.”
“But, Suga Bear—“
Yoongi rolled his eyes at the disgusting nickname, “And don’t touch my knitting supplies!”
Hoseok pouted but left the room, a comforting Jimin right on his heels.
Yoongi reached down for his magazine again but was distracted by thoughts of tiny booties and blankets in color schemes he had no intention of dressing his own baby in.
//
Two days later Hoseok was throwing up again.
“That’s it. Get your coat. We’re going to the clinic.” Jimin grabbed his car keys and ushered both his loves out the door.
~*~
Weeks: 24/11
“Jiminnie? Can you make me a smoothie?”
“Anything for you, baby.”
Jimin jumped up from where he was cuddling Hoseok on the couch in front of the TV and moved to the adjacent kitchen. “What flavor would you like? Strawberry banana? Kiwi? I think we have some apples somewhere, too.”
“Uh,” Hoseok nibbled his bottom lip, afraid to voice what he really wanted incase it was just too weird.
“Come on, baby, don’t be shy. I did say ‘anything.'”
“I— Uh, um…” a deep breath, “Can I maybe get… broccoli? With strawberry ice cream? Oh, and a squirt of vinegar?”
There was silence from the kitchen. Hoseok was afraid maybe he had went too far, but that was really what he had been craving since he woke up that morning.
“…Okay.” And that was it. The sounds of Jimin rummaging through the fridge were the only thing Hoseok could hear after that. He smiled softly to himself, rubbing a hand over his belly.
//
“Ew, peppers, Jimin? Really?” Hoseok scrunched his nose distastefully as he pushed the green and red bits of regret to the side of his plate and away from his omelet and bacon.
“Do you not like them? I thought… you used to love— Never mind, I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry,” Jimin moved to grab the plate, plans of throwing out the peppers or maybe even making his husband a whole new omelet running though his mind. “I’ll just—“
“Hand them over, I’ll take them,” Yoongi sleepily grumbled. The other two men froze in place.
“R-Really?” Jimin said incredulously.
Yoongi grunted his yes. “They seem to be the only thing I can keep down nowadays.”
And with that the breakfast continued, Hoseok lifting his chopsticks and hand feeding a drowsy Yoongi his peppers and Jimin grinning in pure bliss.
//
The three men worked out a system, Hoseok feeding Yoongi whatever food his baby decided was unworthy, Yoongi doing the same for Hoseok, and Jimin scrambling to keep up with his pregnant husbands’ ever-changing food preferences when preparing their meals with love and growing adoration.
~*~
Weeks: 27/14
“Huzzah! My belly is growing faster than yours did when you were three months pregnant!”
“Its not a competition!” Yoongi yelled indignantly.
“Yes it is!” Jimin yelled from the next room over.
“Yah!” The more heavily pregnant man wobbled towards the voice of betrayal.
“See! I WIN!”
//
Jimin and Hoseok were running around the house. Again. This was the one-millionth time in forever. Yoongi was going to get a headache on top of the swelling he had to deal with in his hands and feet. Not to mention his Baby Bun was kicking him harder and harder the louder Hoseok screamed.
Jimin finally cornered Hoseok by the shoe rack and proceeded to tickle his husband until the laughter boarded on sobbing.
Baby Bun gave a particularly hard kick and Yoongi snapped.
“YAH! PARK HOSEOK! SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
The screaming didn’t lessen.
“Please? Please… shut up…” Yoongi whimpered. Both his hands stroking his belly in circles trying to calm his turbulent baby bump. “Please, Hoseok-ah, please…”
Jimin came into the room a few minutes later to find a crying Yoongi on the loveseat, arms wrapped around his stomach protectively. Immediately he ran to him and dropped to his knees, Hoseok following behind him a few seconds later.
“Baby, honey, what’s wrong? Please, don’t cry. I’m here, I’m sorry. What’s the matter, huh?” Jimin whispered and murmured, stroking Yoongi’s hair and holding his hand, pressing their foreheads together.
Between sobs the distraught man was able to get out, “I—I was just think— thinking of how loud Hoseok-ah was b-being and h-how my… my baby was probably going to know his voice better than m-mine and I just—“ He was cut off by other sob.
His two husbands ran soothing hands along his body, whispering words of love, of apologies, kissing him everywhere they could without bumping into each other. They assured him that it was okay, everything was all right, and that the baby knowing his other daddys’ voices wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; that Yoongi’s voice was still the most beautiful voice in the world and his baby knew it and loved it and couldn’t wait to meet him so they could talk together for hours.
He soon quieted down, nodding along to their words, even starting to believe them, smiling the tiniest bit and stroking his belly as he said, “I can’t wait to meet you, too.”
~*~
Weeks: 30/17
Yoongi and Hoseok stood in their dining room, arms wrapped around each other as they shared an intimate kiss between the two, their swollen bellies meeting in the middle, softly pressed together in their own form of a kiss.
//
All three men were cuddled up in bed watching a movie on a Thursday night, Jimin in the middle with an arm looped around the middle of each husband as they all clamored for each other’s affections, enough love going around for five.
//
Jimin laid Hoseok down on the right side of the bed, Yoongi on the left, resting their backs against mounds and mounds of pillows and plushies.
He moved to kiss Hoseok’s bump. “I love you both.”
He moved to kiss Yoongi’s protruding stomach looking like it was ready to burst. “I love you both.”
The two elder men reached between them, fingers meeting in the middle to twine together, and then they smiled down at the youngest, eyes crinkled with mirth.
Jimin grabbed a bottle of lotion and rubbed the balm into each of Yoongi’s stretch marks, cooling the tight burn of the expanding skin, making sure to kiss every mark and whisper out a “beautiful” each time.
Next, Jimin lifted a bottle of massage oil and rubbed it into the skin of Hoseok’s stomach, the man humming in content and closing his eyes in exhaustion. He always felt sleepy lately and fought to remain conscious at the amazing feeling.
After a few minutes he felt Jimin shift lower down the bed and then his foot being lifted as Jimin’s deft fingers worked his ankle joints and messaged between his toes. He let out a soft, Ahh…
Jimin worked diligently to ease the kinks in the muscles of his husbands’ legs, one at a time, trying to lessen the burden on their bodies from carrying so much extra weight every day. He wanted their pregnancies to be as painless and as comfortable as possible, reminding them with every beat of his heart that they were still beautiful and loved. It was the least he could do to show his thankfulness.
//
Jimin was sitting at the dining table surrounded by magazines and color swatches, his laptop open to a baby registry for Yoongi’s favorite store.
“How about peach? Its not actually pink but still has that 'aww, cute' feel to it?”
“You can do pink for your own baby’s side of the room, Hoseok. Keep it away from mine,” Yoongi scowled. Hoseok had been trying for the past five minutes to convince the elder to decorate their shared nursery pink with little hippos but Yoongi was not having it. He had been pregnant longer, therefore he had had ample time to decide on a color scheme and he was not changing it. Nope, not this far in the game. Hoseok was lucky Yoongi was even sharing the nursery with him and that the elder was able to turn a blind eye to the fact their schemes may clash horribly.
“But, Suga Bear, I don’t want pink,” Hoseok pouted.
“And neither do I so why are we even discussing it?”
“Because we don’t know if either of us are having a girl and we should at least plan for the possibility.”
Jimin cut in before the argument could start all over. “Does it really matter? Eventually our kids will choose their own gender pronouns and preferences and we can redo the room. Okay? No problem. Let’s move on before Yoongi pops and we’re left with no time to actually buy this stuff.”
The youngest pulled up a bedroom set on the site that had adorable monkeys swinging from green trees, little bananas clutched in their tiny fists. “How about this one, baby? Its even animal themed like you wanted.”
Hoseok peered over his shoulder a little uncertain. “Green is nice…”
“Good! Progress! How about you sit here and look through other green sets, okay? Good.” Jimin got up from his seat and switched to the now vacant one next to Yoongi. “And what about you, honey? What have you decided?”
Yoongi’s eyes strayed over to Hoseok who was cooing at something or another, cheeks dusted pink in delight, before returning his attention to Jimin who was now leaning against his shoulder. “Baby Buns likes royal purple with hints of gray. Either polka dots or stripes are acceptable.”
Hoseok stopped scrolling through the baby website and looked up at him. “Huh? How do you know?”
Yoongi’s eyes were trained on Jimin but he answered to Hoseok, “I’ve asked, obviously. I always see a little handprint outlined on the skin when I show my bump those color combinations. Every time. My baby knows what he wants just like his daddy,” he patted his tummy proudly.
Neither of his husbands questioned it. At this point in the pregnancy there was no stopping Yoongi from constantly talking to his baby, even more so since the night they told him his voice was his baby’s most favorite sound.
~*~
Weeks: 35/22
Jimin opened the door of their house and dropped a few bags on the floor. He had ran to the grocery store to grab some snacks for his husbands who were needier more than ever the farther they both went into their pregnancies. Jimin couldn’t complain even if he wanted to. Everything he pictured was coming true—he got to come home each day to waddling, cute husbands who he got to kiss and rub and just love with every doting action. A part of him wished they could stay this way a little longer but he knew time was almost up—at least for Yoongi.
“Baby? Honey? I picked up a few things for you.”
He heard a response from the living room. Taking off his boots and coat he walked with the bags to find Yoongi on his throne, legs tucked up under him and stomach so large his tightly stretched shirt couldn’t even cover it. Jimin noticed he had unbuttoned his pants to allow room for his every growing body. He saw Hoseok sitting on the floor, not in his usual place on the other couch. He seemed to have fallen sleep leaning against the couch, one hand tucked around his own belly and the other gently placed on Yoongi’s with their fingers threaded together.
“How you feeling, honey?” He placed a lingering kiss to Yoongi’s lips, then a soft peck to Hoseok’s cheek.
“Not so good today, sadly. Been having stomach cramps. I think the baby’s dropping.”
“D-Dropping?” Jimin’s tone was slightly alarmed but he tried to hold himself back from panicking since the elder seemed pretty calm, if not a little uncomfortable.
“Its when the baby moves down in preparation for leaving. Jimin, its almost time.” Jimin grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “I—I kind of feel scared but, like, it’s the excited kind of scared? Does that even make sense?”
“Of course it does, honey.” Another kiss, this one to his temple. “But I—and Hoseokie-hyung—are both here for you. Is the pain why he’s laying here?”
“Yeah. The cramps got really bad for a while and without me even asking he came over here and massaged my stomach. He even kissed it and asked Baby Bun to ‘stop being so mean to your mother,’” Yoongi rolled his eyes but there was affection to the gesture. “I really do love him, you know. It might not seem it but I’m really glad I have Hoseok-ah to go through this with.”
Jimin understood; he didn’t feel hurt at all by the statement. Even though he tried to be there for both his husbands through such a great change he knows that he can’t completely relate to some of the things Yoongi was going through. Also, it made him feel better that someone was home with Yoongi to care for him while Jimin was off at work.
“Yeah… I’m glad you do, too.”
//
When Hoseok woke up from his nap the three of them cuddled up on the larger couch and watched a few episodes of the TV show they all were interested in currently. Jimin had emptied the bags of snacks onto the coffee table.
Hoseok had picked up the pocky immediately, cramming at least three in his mouth at a time. Yoongi sipped on a bottle of water and nibbled on an oversized pretzel. Jimin knew he had to keep a constant watch on Yoongi’s fluid intakes to make sure he didn’t have any dizzy spells.
Halfway through the second episode the hand Jimin had been absentmindedly brushing over Hoseok’s bump felt something. It felt odd and he immediately stilled his hand in confusion. Then the feeling came again. “Baby… did it just?”
“Mmhmm, it did,” Hoseok grinned and nodded enthusiastically. He placed a hand over Jimin’s to press it more firmly over the stretched skin. “Our baby knows his daddy’s here with him.”
Jimin returned his smile, crescent eyes brimming with joy.
~*~
Weeks: 42/29
“Why is he so late? Why hasn’t he come out yet? What’s happening to hyung?” Hoseok was hyperventilating in the hospital’s hallway. He was seconds away from pacing, the only thing stopping him being Jimin’s strong arms around his waist. “Baby’s are supposed to come after 40 weeks, Jiminnie!”
“Shh, shh, nothing’s wrong. The doctor said this is normal,” he was saying it to calm Hoseok down just as much as to calm his own turbulent heart. “Only five percent of babies come on their due date, remember? We read about it together, baby. Calm down. Yoongi and the baby will be alright.”
“But—but he’s been having contractions for days and still no baby! Jiminnie, what if—“
“No, no ifs. Its alright, baby,” he ran his hands up and down Hoseok’s quivering back hoping it would calm his breathing some. It wasn’t good for his body to be in too much stress. “The doctors have him. They said that they would induce him if need be.”
“I’m just so scared,” there was the threat of tears in the wavering of his voice. “And my stomach hurts. I think I’m starting to cramp.”
That wasn’t good. Hoseok was only seven months into his pregnancy and cramping meant the stress was getting to the baby. “Come, since we’re here already lets see if we can get someone to take a look at you and the baby. By the time we’re done we should have some news about hyung.”
Jimin wanted nothing more than to stay outside of the door to the room they had wheeled Yoongi through an hour ago—except maybe wanting to console and protect Hoseok as well. Yoongi was in good hands; it was time to get Hoseok the attention he needed.
//
“We’ll need to operate on Yoongi-ssi now. It’s time. Please wait here until further notice.”
~*~
Weeks: —/31
Jimin cradled the tiny baby in his arms making sure to support the head properly the way the nurses and all those videos said to do. The official sex of his and Yoongi’s—and Hoseok’s too since they were all in this together—baby was male. Jimin didn’t care, though. They would only call it a he until the baby was old enough to choose it’s own identity and Jimin was more than open to switching pronouns if it made his child happy.
His son had just woken from a nap. He seemed to take after Yoongi in his ability to take sporadic naps for short periods of time. Upon finding out his son was awake Jimin had picked him up out of Yoongi’s protective yet exhausted arms so his husband could have some time to sleep properly. Yoongi was still feeling lethargic from his surgery and his first two weeks of living by the hectic schedule of a new parent. Fortunately there were three parents to raise and love this small child and they were all more than willing to take a turn holding and kissing and marveling at the new addition to their family.
Jimin walked to the bedroom where Hoseok was rocking in the chair in the corner. He had the basket of Yoongi’s knitting balanced on one knee as he rifled through the various shirts, hats, blankets, and more. When Jimin entered he stopped and looked up at his husband and their baby.
“Hey, baby. What are you up to?”
“Did you know Yoongi knitted me those booties I asked for? Back when I just found out I was pregnant and he was all naggy about me wanting him to knit me things?”
Jimin chuckled at the memory, sitting on the edge of the bed and shifting his son to his other arm. “Yeah, I remember.”
Hoseok looked down at the piles of fabric in the basket, smiling softly to himself. He let out a sigh of pleasure. He lifted up a pair of green booties and a matching green hat with a blue bow sewn to the front. “He really is too much. But that’s love, I guess.”
“He does love you, baby. We both do.” His son made a gurgling noise. “I mean we all do.”
His husband couldn’t help but blush and wink at their son. “Can I see him?”
“Here, I’ll help.”
Hoseok placed the basket on the floor and Jimin moved to sit on the floor between his spread knees. He held the baby up for Hoseok to see his face.
The infant’s mouth was moving, spit bubbles popping on his lips. He was looking everywhere, distracted by so many stimuli until Hoseok smiled brightly.
“Hey, little guy.” The baby’s roving eyes stopped on that bright smile and a smaller, gummy one broke across his face. He was enthralled. “He has hyung’s smile,” he whispered in awe.
“Yup. He also has his sleep habits, which is not surprising. Out like a rock but up again in twenty minutes.”
Hoseok laughed at that. If he loved naps then a parent like Yoongi was perfect for the guy. Suddenly there was a stirring in his belly that left him gasping softly. “I think someone wants to say hi.”
Jimin adjusted his stance so that he was holding the newborn level with Hoseok’s protruding belly button.
“That’s your little brother or sister in there. Say hello, Park Bora.”
Bora scrunched his face in confusion before lifting an arm up then back down again, more gurgling leaving his lips.
“Wow, he actually waved! He’s so cute and polite.”
“So adorable I could eat him right up!”
The two couldn’t stop smiling, so much happiness in the air that Bora couldn’t help but respond to it, waving his little arms and legs in the air and opening and closing his mouth.
After a few more minutes of watching him, the slowly rocking man broke the silence. “So, Bora, huh?”
“Yup. ‘Of purple color.’ Yoongi sure knows how to pick ‘em, huh?”
“Either that or he’s been in his ‘royal purple with hints of gray. Either polka dots or stripes are acceptable’ nursery too much.”
All three found themselves with laughs slipping through their lips.
~*~
Weeks: —/33
Hoseok woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling of arms encircling his waist and warm hands landing gently on either side of his swollen belly, fingers stretched in an attempt to encircle the circumference. He was too sleepy to tell if it was Jimin or Yoongi that had reached across the large bed for him.
“Mmm…” he sleepily inquired.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” Yoongi’s deep whisper tickled his ear. The elder pushed closer up against Hoseok’s back, arms coming more snug around him.
“Nnn…” Hoseok said, letting him know that it was okay.
A few minutes passed and Hoseok was almost completely back to sleep when the hands on his belly started moving in slow, rhythmic circles. He didn’t mind the movement… it even felt nice.
“It’s just… Is this all right? Can I just rub you for a little?”
Hoseok just nodded, eyelashes fluttering.
“I miss this,” came Yoongi’s soft confession later. “I got so used to rubbing my stomach to fall asleep and now that Bora was born…” he trailed off. Hoseok thought he wasn’t going to continue and even was contemplating turning over to face the enigmatic man but before he could he felt a warm sigh against the back of his neck. “Its just not the same to do it to my flat stomach.”
Hoseok didn’t say anything, just giving comfort the only way he knew how, by pulling Yoongi’s arms around him more securely and encouraging him to stroke his stomach until the elder’s breathing steadied out in deep sleep.
~*~
Weeks: —/35
Bora was napping in his bassinette next to the bed, his temporary sleeping space until he was old enough to be left alone in his nursery. The three husbands were sprawled out on the bed, Yoongi leaning against a pile of pillows to the far left while Jimin and Hoseok were laying on their sides facing each other, Hoseok in the middle, the air filled with the sounds of their kisses and declarations of love.
The eldest was halfway through a tub of vanilla ice cream and was captivated by the new movie he had rented for the evening. Between bites of creamy coolness he reached over and ran his cold fingers over the small of Hoseok’s back, applying pressure to relieve the ache in the pregnant man’s muscles. He was at the stage where his baby was dropping and sometimes Jimin’s kisses and Yoongi’s soothing circles were the only thing that kept him grounded enough to withstand the pain.
~*~
Weeks: —/36
“When Hoseok said his baby was a fighter I didn’t know he meant fighting to come out.”
“Me—m-me either.” Jimin sounded shaken up. Yoongi wondered if this was how Jimin reacted when he was wheeled into that exact same operating room a few short months ago. The thing is, at that time Jimin was probably eager for Bora to come out as soon as possible. This time, though, none of them were ready for Hoseok’s contractions to come rippling through his body so hard he was bent over in two in the middle of the kitchen trying to catch his breath.
“He’ll be okay.” Yoongi rested one hand heavily on Jimin’s shoulder. In passing Jimin realized the extreme difference in the way his husbands reacted to similar situations. Where Hoseok had been teary eyed and on the verge of a panic attack Yoongi was strong and confident, even proud of their husband’s rushed delivery. “He’s also a fighter.”
Jimin felt a lump in his throat but nodded past that. Yoongi was right, as usual.
//
“Eun. Park Eun.” Hoseok was pale, a little sweaty and highly influenced by the drugs pumping in his veins but he said his daughter’s name clearly with conviction, strength, and love, so much love. “Welcome to the family.”
Yoongi leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth. “You did well, sunshine.”
//
The entire way home from the hospital, his two husbands and new son and daughter strapped in their car seats, Jimin couldn’t stop saying thank you.
He thanked them for bearing the pain for so long and delivering him two most precious children, for indulging in his silly little selfish fantasy of expanding their family. He thanked them for the support, the strength, the patience and understanding as they stumbled upon new experiences and tried to take on every obstacle presented to them. He thanked them for promising to be with him for the rest of their lives, for saying ‘I do’ when the time came because he barely deserved one of them, let alone two.
And most importantly he thanked them for loving him, allowing him to love them in return.
“Thank you.”
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Weeks: —/-113
“I’m never doing that again,” Hoseok groaned.