Mine to Entwine

“wHen ARe yOu ExpeCTinG?

Can you believe that?! They asked me the same exact question for at least three times! Jeez.”

You laugh watching Jiyeon sulk. Your wife looks cuter when she is angy–intentional, she’s that cute. 

It is three years into your marriage, and you have yet to have a child. It is supposedly by design, as the both of you have agreed to be childfree for the first five years. But, it seems like the talks from last night’s Christmas Eve have gotten under her skin.

“So like, do you actually want to have one or is it just you being annoyed?” you lean on the kitchen counter, watching her scramble some eggs.

“Well, I, uhm. It would be nice to have one that’s for sure,” hesitation in her voice. Albeit you’re facing her back, it is very apparent that she is blushing behind the stove top.

You chuckle at it. 

“That can’t do. This is a very serious matter, Ji Suh-yeon. You can’t just say that about having a kid. Very, very serious this is,” your tone is threatening, though you mean it to be playful.

She can feel your hand enveloping her from behind. Your presence looming over her as she leans back. “Heh, scaryy~ is what you want me to say after hearing you say my full government name right?” she elbows you right on your liver–height difference can sometimes be an advantage.

You step back in pain. Lucky you that she didn’t choose your balls as the target of the attack, but still, several grunts are due. “I’m joking babe, damn.”

A smirk of victory is something rightful only to her, as you can see Jiyeon put up her hands on her hips in this pose of pride and satisfaction. What even is she proud about? Well, probably the fact that you’re on your knees right now.

That being said, the view from below and behind your wife makes it seem like you are the one victorious instead. It is her glorious toned legs and butt, which, once you indulge in it, is always a win in any scenario. Lost the fight but won the war, one might say.

“Anyway, I kinda understand it now, you know?”

Still in between grunts; “What?”

“Having children.”

You don’t answer. Let the silence marinate, the answer is best served ready and cooked.

“At first it was fun. Like, reaaally, genuinely exciting, to spend every single day with the love of my life doing whatever we want. Traveling, working, … fucking, heheh-

But after three years, I kinda feel like I’m satisfied, y’know? Like, I really enjoyed it, these past three years have been nothing but the best years of my life. Serious. And now, I think I’m ready … to have a kid …,

To be a mom.”

You get up slowly, cradling her from behind. “Jiyeon.”

“Hm?” she looks up. Those bright, sparkly, innocent eyes that you’ll never get tired of are looking at you with full anticipation.

“The egg is burnt honey…”

“Oh shit!”

Jiyeon is hot.

You can hardly think of anything else when she’s laid bare on the bed. Stomach inches away from your face.

Her belly is wet. The result of your affectionate munches–may or may not be caused from the burnt eggs incident, she is your breakfast for the day. You hang on her tits like it’s a pull up bar.

“Ah! Eheheheh! That tickles!” she coordinated her own hands on top of yours with the relentless squeeze on her cute tits.

Her laughter is cute, which really throws this whole situation off if you’re being honest. Any more of that will definitely replace your burning lust love with a strong urge to cuddle, and possibly with an addition of tickles. So you stop squeezing. She looks confused.

“Let’s just make us a child honey,” you get off of her to undress.

Doesn’t take long to be naked yourself, an effort to bring balance to the nakedness in the room. Jiyeon raises her head, smirking at you. Or is she smirking at your cock? You have no idea, not that you’d care either way.

You go back to the bed–jumping on her like a tiger pouncing its prey.

“Kyah!”

Her limbs are all loosely restrained under yours. Due to the nature of gravity–and the fact that you literally pounced on her–your erected cock is bouncing on and off between the two stomachs.

“...”

“...”

“HAHAHAHAH!” a rather vulgar laughter escapes your mouth, but she’s laughing harder.

“That was so funny!” she says, wiping tears from the corner of her eyes.

“Yeah, I did not expect it to ricochet like that,” you too are tearing up from the laughter.

“And like, the feel on my stomach,” she rubs hers in circling motion. “It’s like I’m being massaged by one of those massaging guns y’know. Pfft!”

“Haaah …”

“Heh.

Wanna continue?” she asks. 

Of course you do. You lower your head. She closes her eyes. The soft sensation of her lips ignites the romance once more. It’s weird. You’ve kissed her countless times before. Being, well, your wife and all. But you never get tired of it. You never get tired of her taste, of her smell, of her.

You love Jiyeon.

Ah.

A string of drool connects the lips as you unlatch. Her eyes, pearly, pretty, are staring at you. An unspeakable bond is formed, or rather, strengthened. You give her one more quick smooch before reluctantly breaking eye contact. Looking down, she’s already squirming. Rubbing her inner thighs together, her legs fidget closer. Higher, too. she’s rubbing your balls with her inner thigh.

You move down. But not without planting a plethora of smooches all the way. It’s essential for you to taste her entire body before breaking into her most sacred–almost a ritual at this point. An appetizer is crucial in a five-course meal.

She still laughs amongst the moans elicited from the barrage of kisses, but you can feel the weight of expectancy from those. She wants you.

You spend a bit more time on her belly button than the others. You kiss it, lick it, suck it. Let her feel your-

Smack!

“Awch?”

In the middle of her panting breaths, she says; “Cmoon, don’t tease me any long-kyaah!”

In an abrupt motion you bring her legs up, simultaneously lifting her body from the chest down. You sit on your knees and plant her toes on the sides of her head. Putting an armlock around her hamstrings. You effectively folded your wife in this position, presenting her entire crotch right in front of your face. A revenge for the slap earlier.

“Hang on! Waitwaitwai-eEEK!”

You dive in. Who in their right mind wouldn’t? Your wife’s holes are displayed on a silver platter. Of course you’re eating her out.

I’ll eat(you) well.

Start slow. Kissing every area but her folds, including her puckered hole. Her hole is wet, that’s a given, but not so much around it. The objective is to spread everything evenly. The hidden objective is to torture her for the sake of it.

You lap her up like you would an ice cream. Licks, licks, licks, ooh, it’s her ass! Insert.

“Aghhhh!” her ass trembles when your tongue invades the tight hole.

You move your head up and down, stretching the rim with the repeated thrust of your tongue. Not the easiest thing to do, but her hole is very accommodating. A sign of complete trust.

“Ngghh! Fuck, FUCK! Stopstopstop-”

And so you stop.

“Huh? Why’d you stop?! I was close!” she hits your sides with her free hand.

Without any warning you release your right hand to stick your middle finger knuckle deep inside her ass. It silenced her immediately. You start rotating the finger inside, clockwise. Pretending to search her pleasure point–you already know where it is.

“There~” you say, shortly before she squirts uncontrollably.

You wait until her high is over, Jiyeon is quietly enjoying it. 

Zero fucks were given as to where she sprays, as your face became the reservoir–not that you’d mind.

.

.

.

“Are you done?”

“Oh fuck you,” she says, weakly. Her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah that’s the main goal here,” you smooch her folds one last time before putting her back down. Must’ve been sore to cum in such a position. A good thing that she’s flexible–years of ballet came in clutch.

You let her rest, as you need one too for a cooldown. Though it doesn’t last long, as she calls you with “Breed me babe, c’mon!” as she’s tapping her own belly.

Well, if she insists, a good husband will oblige.

You approach her. Once again lifting her legs, you’re only half-folding her now, as you hoist her legs up onto your shoulders. You position yourself right below her, hips already sticking. You lean in, watching her sweaty, sweety face. Ah, what a beauty.

“You ready honey?”

She excitedly nods. “I said breed me. Daddy.”

You chuckle. She’s exactly how you would picture a girl getting a sweet treat. Only this time the treat is in the form of a male reproductive organ.

You hold your fully erect shaft, tapping it several times onto her entrance. She giggles. She really is weak to tickles.

You pull your hips back a little. She looks at you, and you look at her. Your tip is already sticking. Eye contact is never broken as you slowly move forward. She gasps, a moan is next. She’s looking at you deeper, somehow. As deep as you are within her warmth.

“Mmhh,” she’s biting her bottom lips, trying so hard to maintain eye contact.

You can relate to her struggles, as you are literally one with each other. It takes a huge willpower to not throw your head back and groan in satisfaction. The pleasure she offers is unbeatable, and you are pretty sure she feels exactly the same.

“Fuck,” you hold it at the deepest point. You lean into her, cradling her jaw to give her a kiss. She does the same, swiftly moving her legs to wrap around you.

“Ah,” a symphony of moaning escapes our lips once they leave each other.

Jiyeon briefly stares at you within that inch of a distance, before releasing her hold from your jaw to throw her hands up. Her armpit’s exposed, complete with a taunting smirk. Jiyeon is stretching her back, arching her flexible body. You are forced to back away, shifting your gaze onto her alluring body. Damn.

You hold her cherry firmly, which earns a chuckle or two, before rocking your hips back and forth. Purposely setting the rhythm slow to see her squirm beneath you. Another sight of her you wouldn’t ever get tired of.

You draw this out for as long as you can. Holding your own desire to completely break her. That’s because you know your wife well. You know that when she can hold it off no longer, it will be herself that’s asking to be broken.

It doesn’t take that long. 

“Argh!” she reacts to your tip hitting her deepest point, for the umpteenth time. You never pull any further than about ¾ of your length, letting most of it rest inside. Turning it up and around, stirring her up–body and mind alike.

“Fuck - me - seriously -,” she suddenly grabs your forearm, looking at you with a begging eye. “Please.”

You rock your hips one last time then move the grasp on her breast towards her arching back. Leaning back down, technically hugging her hot–both figuratively and literally–body. You position your mouth right beside her ear to whisper to her. “At your service my queen.”

The room blends into nothing but screams of pleasure and delight once you start to fuck her in the way a beast would. She moans, you groan, the claps, you both bite each other.

Time stretches itself, you feel like you’ve been fucking her for an eternity. At the same time, it feels too short for it to be over as you start to feel that familiar knot in your groin.

“Grrh. Shit.”

She notices. She stops her bites on your neck, tapping your cheek. You understand the signal, lifting your head to stick your forehead onto each other.

“Fuck! Inside, put that baby in me!”

You can’t muster an answer anymore. In response, you pound harder. Her legs locking your back as strong as your pummeling gets until eventually you can no longer move. You thrust one last time, the deepest so far.

You both scream into each other's mouth as you shoot ropes and ropes of baby batter right into her baby factory.

Then silence. Time stops itself altogether. Your world shrinks until Jiyeon is the only one left. Her happy face. Her hot breaths. Her heaving chest. Her limbs, shackling you. Her clammy surface. Her warm, tight, and filled pussy. She is your entire world.

Your hug on her gets tighter. You nuzzle into her neck for a brief moment before lifting your head to look straight at her.

Weakly, you muster. “You’ve been nothing but submissive and breedable tonight babe, thank-”

The echo of a slap is heard throughout the room. Alerting each and every living being in the vicinity with the sole exception of you. You couldn’t even get the chance to see Jiyeon’s tomato face as your consciousness left you way sooner than anybody thought. 

“Ah…, oops…” 

“Did I seriously pass out like that? From a single slap?”

Jiyeon laughs in the shower. “Yep! So weak! Who would’ve known?”

You laugh in accordance, before flushing the toilet. “Can I join?”

You can hear the water stop. “Sure. No sex though-” she looks surprised when you enter the shower. Jiyeon faces you while looking down and rubbing her lower belly, treating it like the world’s greatest treasure–it is, she is. “I wanna…, feel it. Y’know?”

“Yeah. I know.”

Three weeks later. Jiyeon suddenly rushes in the work room, in the middle of your meeting with clients from overseas. You glance at her over the computer screen.

“Honey! I missed my period!” she shouts.

You gasp, along with several clients inside the screen. You try to not show your immense elation. That said, you cannot lie to yourself. A big grin is there for everyone to see. Some who catch it on screen express congratulations.

You go and hug your happy wife as soon as the meeting is over.

“What is it honey?”

“I don’t feel like finishing this, it just, I dunno, tastes weird…, urp!”

“Okay, it’s fine. I’ll just ask for a box. Are you not hungry though? You’ve barely eaten anything since morning,” you pull the kimchi fried rice out of her sight. It is her favorite meal, and she’s barely taken a spoon or two.

“Well, I’ll be lying if I say I don’t, but I really don’t feel like eating anything right now,” she frowns.

“-that being said, I do crave a nutella sandwich.”

“Ah, okay. That’s, yeah, we have those at home, let’s go back-”

“-with onions. Raw, uncooked, onions,” her mouth flashes a nasty grin. Must be the pregnancy cravings.

“O-okay…, we can stop by a market on the way home…”

Eight weeks later. Jiyeon goes to the bathroom in the middle of the night. She’s been going at it, back and forth, for at least five times in every hour.

You raise your head from the pillow as she comes back to the bed. She turns on the bedlight.

“Honey, I think my breasts swell, it’s been really sore for a few days now. Look,” she’s pulling her pajamas up. They’re indeed swelling up.

“Oooh, my steak too juicy, my lobster too buttery-”

“Not funny.”

“Sorry. Well, how do you feel about it?”

“I dunno…, it just feels weird. I feel, kinda bad, I guess? But not so much that it makes me…, huft, I dunno babe.”

You sit straight up to hug her, still topless. “Hey, I’m always here for you okay?”

She hugs back. You can feel her shoulders slack. “Thanks. Ah, gotta pee again-”

“Need help with that?”

She laughs. Standing up, she farts right in front of your face then sticks out her tongue. “Bweeeh~”

Jiyeon is getting bigger, literally. Her entire body is swelling up. She notices it herself in one morning before going to work.

“Babe?”

“Yea?” you stick your head out of the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth.

“I’m getting fat,” she shows you her belly. Her pants couldn’t even be zipped all the way up.

“...so?”

She frowns. Clearly unsatisfied with your response. “What do you mean ‘so’? I’m getting fat! Don’t you hate it?! Don’t you hate it when your wife is getting fat and ugly?!”

There are tears flowing through her cheeks. You take your toothbrush out of your mouth and approach her crying self. “What do you mean ugly?”

“...”

You step closer towards her. “You’re still Jiyeon. My wife. The love of my life. The girl I will ask out 10 times out of 10, no matter what conditions she’s in. You’re never ugly to my eyes honey, ever,” you open your arms.

Jiyeon jumps to it. Quietly sobbing on your chest as you pat her back.

It is right around the time for the first trimester to end. Your wife has been looking rough all throughout. You’ve been regularly taking her to Sins, a GP(General Practitioner), since the fifth week, they say this is the time for her symptoms to get worse–worst, even. As a good husband–and how every husband should–you’ve been patiently attending to her every need.

As she wakes up this morning, you’re already in the kitchen. A pregnant woman needs an adequate amount of nutrition to sustain both the body of the mother and the needs of the child. It’s a bit complicated on this front, since Jiyeon’s taste buds have been everything but normal. She’s barely eating anything but her cravings. According to her, all foods taste bland and weirdly metallic–except the food she craves. To tackle that, you’ve been cooking in small portions. Eating small but frequently really helps her to take in those much needed nutritions.

Today, the menu is baked salmon with mashed potato and stir fried asparagus. Jiyeon entered the kitchen looking beat up. She hasn’t had a good night sleep for some time now, bladder problems.

“Mornin’ babe,” she groggily says, almost missing the kitchen counter as she’s putting her arms down.

“Morning! Feeling good?”

“Nope,” she slumps. Her sighs audible through the counter.

“Wanna go out this week? We can go to the beach, been quite a while since last time,” you present her your cooking. Not the best, but you did what you could.

She raises her head to smile at you. “Thanks, but I’ll pass,” she lazily grabs a fork and takes a chunk out of the salmon, wincing once it enters her mouth. Though, she still finished her plate in the end.

You can only smile in response.

Jiyeon is well into three weeks of the second trimester. Her tummy is getting bigger. The baby bump is getting more and more apparent as time goes. Weirdly enough, she’s really, really energized for the past two weeks or so. Gone were the days of her in the gloomy, dark aura.

“Babe!”

“Yea?” you lift your head up from the computer screen. Jiyeon is sneaking into your side in the work room.

“Let’s go to the beach tomorrow!” it’s Friday. A weekend date would be a nice change of pace.

You smile earnestly in agreement. Also remembering what she said the day before when you’re consulting Sins the GP.

-

”The mood swings might reduce, conversely, her appetite might increase a lot as the placenta fully took over the role as the baby’s main source of food instead of the yolk sac within the uterus like it was before. But mister husband over here should still be cautious at all times, the growth spurt of a baby is usually very quick in the second trimester-”

“So can we have sex now?” Jiyeon says, out of bumfuck nowhere, without an ounce of shame.

-

You almost spit your coffee remembering that moment.

The beach looks lovely. Almost as lovely as your wife laying beside you, without a single piece of clothing on her pregnant body. You two are lying on the sand, covered with nothing but a thin piece of blanket.

You’re spooning her, just as naked as she is.

“Don’t. Move!” she orders, there’s an elderly couple passing by. The grandpa looks at you for a second and immediately gives you a wink. Dude knows what’s up.

You’re already halfway inside, actually. Much to her insistence. 

Recalling it, it was her that wanted to do this.

-

“You bring extra clothes right?”

“Uh, yeah? Do you wanna swim there? I mean, the doctor says it’s good to be physical, swimming is a whole lot of that.”

“Yeyeyeah. Swimming, sure. Noot noot,” she chuckled to herself as she packed up her clothes earlier in the afternoon.

Fast forward to now, you’re fucking your pregnant wife. At the beach, with buttloads of people around, with nothing but a flimsy sheet as a cover. Jiyeon is hardcore.

It would be wrong to say that you don’t appreciate this though. You’ve been sexually deprived for a little more than three months. Which you initially have no qualms about, until she asks you about it. Until she orders you to get rid of your swimwear. Until she told you to fuck her from behind. Because now, you feel like you are at your hardest, biggest erection of your entire life.

She’s not that much different either. Ever since you shifted her bikini thong aside, she’s already drenched. To say that she’s turned on by all of this would be such a massive understatement. Your wife couldn’t even properly speak as you inserted your whole shaft. She’s immediately squirting on you, which you take as a signal to start moving.

The entire ordeal has to be kept in secret, somehow. None of you dare to make a noise, all the more a moan. Jiyeon even has to cover her mouth as she’s squirting earlier.

“You dirty, dirty mother!” you whisper into her shuddering ear as you start moving.

You fuck her in a pace no more than a measly rustle. Nonetheless, the sensation is heaven. Her walls have never been this tight, this hot. You hold on to her swelling breast, twisting her enlarging nipples as you cork your cock inside her cave.

“Fuck,” a moan finally escapes your mouth. You’re close.

Jiyeon can only whimper as she pushes her hips back ever so slightly, chasing her own high as much as you are. You move your hands toward her hips, pushing it back. Your own hips meet it in the middle, crashing forward. Her hand accidentally slipped.

“AH!”

You immediately cover it again. Every pair of eyes focus on your place for a slight second. Shit. You’re throbbing, she’s tightening.

“Shoot!” a kid shouts from afar.

Shoot. Your dick erupts inside.

Shit!. Jiyeon rolls her eyes back as she’s squirting the second time, much stronger than before.

Your body shudders, as seismic as hers.

“That was insane,” you say, one hand on the wheels, one hand holding hers.

“We were. I didn’t think you would agree to fuck me right then and there,” she responds, chuckles in between.

“Heh. Well, you asked for it.”

“Don’t give me that! You’re already hard when I put on the bikini back in the house!” she shoots you a teasing look.

“Okay, okay, I’ll be honest. It’s been awhile okay? Can’t hold myself back when you’re wearing something like that. Absolute Cinema,”

“Haha-hands on the wheels you idiot!”

You almost swerve, almost. “Kidding~”

“You fucker-, that was not funny!” she’s seriously angry.

Gulp. “Sorry.”

She throws her face aside, but not letting go of your hands. You’re gonna spend the remaining trip in silence. Or at least you think so before she suddenly, excitedly, jumps on her seat. 

“Honey!”

“W-what?”

“It’s moving!”

“What?”

“The baby is kicking!”

It’s late into the half of Jiyeon’s pregnancy. And you’re presented with both good news and a bad one.

Good news first. As Jiyeon’s tummy keeps swelling impossibly larger, the doctor recommends you to take a more accurate sonography. Surprise, surprise, Jiyeon is carrying a twin! (presumably)It’s a boy and a girl too! She’s never been more elated to hear something before. While you on her side is crying, the tears of happiness wouldn’t stop coming out.

The bad news is, well, it’s a twin. Jiyeon’s body will be shocked, without a shadow of doubt. Albeit she’s well toned and flexible from her ballet training, Jiyeon is still nowhere near a big girl. Her physiology isn’t exactly the most suited to birth a child, since her hips are actually thinner than most, let alone a twin that is. The only thing the two of you can do to mitigate the risk from birthing the children is to let Jiyeon train her body as best as she could, in this remaining half of pregnancy.

You could only hope for the best for her.

Gharlkl!

You pat your wife’s back. She’s slumped in front of the toilet. It has been a rough few weeks. She hasn’t had much sleep, if any. Jiyeon has stopped coming to work ever since the twentieth week. You too spent the entirety of your days accompanying her. You have never felt more grateful for the fact that your work is mostly done from the convenience of your own home. So you can spend more time by her side.

“It’s okay honey, I can-urp!”

You rub her back gently. Your other hand is binding her long hair off her neck, keeping it clean from both the toilet surface and the splash of everything.

You two spend the next 10 minutes in the bathroom.

“You think I can do it?”

You look at her by your side. She’s sleeping to her right, facing you(it is recommended for a pregnant woman to sleep by their side). You don’t answer, but swipe the strands of hairs off her forehead. She’s such a mess, so fragile, so small, so pure.

“I’ve been thinking, y’know. What if I don’t make it? Will you be able to handle everything alone? I mean, it’s a twin, a boy and a girl. You could hardly do housework as it is, let alone do those AND take care of the kids-” she laughs.

“Haaah…, you’ll be overwhelmed…,

-honey? I’m serious, in the off chance that I’m not surviving, I want you to know that it’s completely okay to marry another-”

You hug her. You don’t need to hear those. You don’t want to hear it. Not now. Not ever.

“You will make it honey. I swear it. We will take care of the kids together.”

Silence. No voice comes out of anybody’s mouth after. You can feel warm wet spots on your chest. She can maybe feel those same wet spots on her forehead.

Neither slept that night.

“Huufffff. Haaaap. Huuufffffffftt,” Jiyeon is on the mat, doing some light yoga with a trainer in front and you behind her. You have transformed the garage into a makeshift homegym. The car can park elsewhere, lots of parking space in the city anyway.

She has a scheduled workout now. Four to five times a week. One day consisting of yoga and stretching and three consisting of weightlifting, minimum. To your eyes, she’s been cruising through everything, easily.

“Haaaaahhhh~” Jiyeon sits while slumping her body forward in a perfect split. Her pregnant tummy is huge, but she’s still as flexible as ever.

“That concludes the training for today! Do you feel good, miss Jiyeon?” the trainer approaches her, gently tapping her shoulder.

“Y-yes ma’am! Never felt better,” she shoots her a smile. The trainer smiles back in relief.

“That’s good then. I’ve been through pregnancy myself, and I can tell you that the decision to workout, even in the middle of it, is never bad! Oh, you’re on week 30 now right?”

Jiyeon is slowly nodding. The trainer continues to yap for at least 20 minutes before she’s off. Your ears are burning up by the end of it, and you’re pretty sure Jiyeon shares the sentiment.

“Phew. What a woman honestly,” she slowly throws her body on the mat.

“Yeah. It's insane. I bet she doesn’t even notice that her body is very buff. Nien, was it? Cool name. Would be even cooler if she’s more socially aware though.”

You both laugh together, filling the empty space with joy. At least, that’s what she wants you to think.

You understand her. She probably understands that you do. But she has been giving nothing but fake laughs, fake smiles, fake everything. She keeps telling everyone that everything is okay. Everyone believes her, too. With the sole exception of you. 

You know for a fact that she is actually terrified.

It’s week 35. A little more than a month before what many consider as a normal birth. Jiyeon has never looked so rough. She can barely pass through each day with your help, let alone her workout schedules. 

But, she already gained what you think is a mother’s energy. She never gives up when it comes to the babies interest. She eats what’s considered good for their nutrition, regardless of the fact that she almost always vomits it out–then eats some more. She trains very hard, regardless of the fact that her body is literally breaking to accommodate the babies in her. She even helps you out in preparing the kids room, something the two of you had planned long before she even got pregnant.

“What do you think our boy would like?” she’s sitting beside the kids' bed this evening, instead of resting like what everyone else told her to. Jiyeon is looking at you while resting her head on the edge of it.

You look at her from the top of the ladder, currently placing the decoration. It’s an ornament of classic games from your olden days. You like games, so it’s only natural for your son to like it too, right? “I dunno, games perhaps?”

She laughs. Her voice so free, her expression so serene. Jiyeon is so beautiful.

“That’s such a you answer, y’know. Heh.”

“Well that’s because that, right there, is my son!” you jump off the ladder. Landing right in front of your lovely wife. You give her shoulders a rowdy massage. “He might even make annoying his mother as his hobby too, who knows~”

You immediately get a slap. Right on your balls.

Urgh. 

You roll around the floor, squirming in front of her laughing face. “That’s a critical hit damn.”

She laughs harder. “Yeah, I would not be surprised if our daughter will be the type to discipline her own father.”

Suddenly she groans. A guttural sound straight from her core. It sounds painful.

“Honey! Are you okay?!” you shot up from the ground to tend her hunched body.

“Nggrrrhh. Cramps. It’s all over my body. Shit, that’s so fucking painful. Fuck!”

You give her a hand to hold. She’s going at it. By the end of those painful moments, you find your hand bleeding from her grip.

Week 36. You’ve been regularly going for check ups. It’s getting more and more frequent, contrary to Jiyeon’s struggle to move around. It gets harder to mobilize her past the third trimester. She feels pain everywhere and every time she moves.

She doesn’t even want to go to the doctor today. You have no choice but to oblige. One look at her and you realize that she’s in massive pain for now.

“Let me rest for the day, yeah?” she’s laying sideways on the couch.

You nod.

“It’s so painful, being a mother. Ah, no no, a soon to be mother, y’know?” she weakly laughs.

You nod, slower.

“Why aren’t you answering? Answer me babe…

I’m scared. I regret this. I regret being pregnant. I don’t want to be a mother! I-

-Idon’twannadie. Idon’twannadie. Idon’twannadie!”

You jump forward to hug her. She’s crying uncontrollably in your hold. You swear on your life you will protect hers.

“My water broke! Babe my water fucking broke! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!”

You wake up immediately to search for the car key. Shit. The car is parked across the town square, in the public parking hall. Why didn’t you bring it back home when you had the chance?!

“Babe! Hurry the fuck up! Aaaaaaaarghh!”

You panic. Theoretically, you could run to fetch the car, but that would take no less than 20 minutes. Shit! Should you borrow from the neighbour? They know your wife is pregnant, but then you look at the clock. It is 2am. Fuck!

“BABE!” she shouts. Already sitting up on the bed.

You hurriedly reach for your phone. The GP. That is an option. You call the number, Sins doesn’t respond. FUCK!

You’re desperate. Jiyeon is groaning in pain behind your back. You say fuck it, just call your neighbours. ANY of them would do.

The first choice is Star. The chef across the street. You call his number, to no avail.

You don’t give up. There’s one right beside your house. You never know what his name is, so you name his contact as Duckduck–there’s two big statues of duck in front of the house for whatever reason. You call his number, ‘the number you’re trying to reach is not available right now, leave a message-’’.

Holy fucking shit that’s 0-3. Your wife is starting to cry. It’s been almost 10 minutes since her water broke.

Then you remember a trusted gentleman. An old friend of yours you can always rely on. Emrys. You call his number.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Click,

“Hello?”

“YES!”

“Holy, I know you miss me but chill out my guy. Don’t you have a wife or something-”

“EMRYS CAN YOU PICK US UP MY WIFE IS ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH! PLEASE!”

“Oh shit. I’ll be on my way! Just, hang on a minute aight?”

“THANK YOU SO MUCH.”

You turn to your wincing wife. “It will be here soon honey, the ride. Let’s do a breathing exercise, okay?”

She nods quickly, biting her bottom lips.

“Breathe in - breathe out - breathe in - breathe out.”

It’s not even five minutes later that you hear a honk from upfront. Emrys has come to the rescue.

You walk outside, Jiyeon is on your left, her hand is holding your body, the other her own stomach.

“Oh shit,” Emrys' eyes widened as he sees you walking with your wife through the door. Never in his life that he’d expect your wife’s tummy to be that big. He immediately gets out of the car to open the door to the backseat.

You and him help your wife enter the car, with much difficulty.

“St. Peter Hospital. Please hurry Em.”

“Will do.”

The ride to the hospital is nothing but chaos. Since Emrys is speeding the shit out of his car, the bumps are felt quite clearly on the passengers. Which in turn hurts Jiyeon’s already hurting tummy. The three of you never stop screaming through the entire trip.

“HERE, WE’VE ARRIVED!” Emrys shouts as he unlocks the door.

“THANK YOU!” you respond.

“AAAAARRGHHHHHH!” Jiyeon…responds.

The hospital crews are thankfully very quick. Immediately bringing in a wheelchair as soon as they see a pregnant woman.

“Should I wait?” Em asks.

“No, this much is enough buddy, thank you so much. You literally saved her life,” you dap him up, it is the crispiest dap to ever dap in the history of dap ups.

Your grip never leaves her fist. You waddle through the halls as she is wheeled by the nurse into the LDR Room (Labour, Delivery, Recovery).

The nurse, with your help, positions Jiyeon to her most preferred birth position. She chooses sitting. The doctor arrives not long after, immediately examining her vagina.

“It’s still very early in the labor process, sir, ma’am. The cervix has opened, but only for 4cm. It will open some more, but it might take quite a while. Expect about-” he examines Jiyeon’s body one more time. “5-6 hours. You can rest in the meantime. Now if you’ll excuse me,” the doctor bows to you two.

The nurse does some cleaning here and there, and brings her the birthing clothes to wear later–or now, her choice–before leaving us alone in the room.

“Are you scared?” it’s Jiyeon. Her breaths slowly stabilize.

“Excuse me, miss pretty. I’m not the one that’s pregnant.”

A laughter, small, brief, earnest.

“I am. I am so, so, so, so, so scared right now. Don’t leave me, okay? Don’t let go of me,” she tightens her grip on your hand. You envelop her tiny, trembling hand with the entirety of your palms.

“Never. I’m here honey, I’ll always be here. No need to be scared alright?”

A rosy hue is apparent on her cheeks. “Kissies.”

“Right now?”

“I don’t see a time more fitting than now, honestly-”

You’re not letting her finish the sentence. Your lips wrap themselves around hers. You can feel a bit of the pain she’s been enduring these past few months. The taste of struggles, sour, bitter, metallic. The kiss lasts no longer than the minute passes, but somehow, you find yourself already in the next step of the birthing process.

“When it’s time to push, we say push! When it’s time to breathe, we say breathe! Is that understood?”

Jiyeon nods. Her face is paler than the nurse’s gloves. She looks at you with a pleading eyes. A twinge of regret could still be seen from within, but it is overshadowed by the joy, love, and everything else in between. You have only seen that look once before. It was your marriage.

You give your hand to hers, something familiar to hold. It will help the mom feel better, the doctor says.

“Push!”

“AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!”

“Breathe!”

“Huuuuffffttttt.”

“Push!”

“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

You honestly have to hold yourself back from screaming as well, as Jiyeon is breaking your fingerbones like it’s a breadstick.

The process goes on and on for about 30 minutes.

“The baby is out! It’s a she!”

You sneak a glance at your wife, she’s already looking at you, smiling. Then you see the baby, still covered in all the liquids. She’s crying.

“Thank God.” Jiyeon sighs.

“Now for the twin!”

“Oh God whatthefuck.” Jiyeon sighs(angrily).

“Push!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHKK!”

“Oh my god, they’re beautiful!” tears spring up on your face. You’re holding the babies. The boy is on your right hand, while your left is holding the girl. They’re crying. Full of love, full of life.

“Aw look! The girl’s got your eyes! And our boy’s got your nose, hahah. What should we name them honey?” you look up. Jiyeon doesn’t respond. Understandable. She needed rest, she’s literally been fighting for her life for the past hour. You give her hand a squeeze. It’s cold.

“Sir, would you kindly step back. Now. And please put the baby into the incubator, thank you sir.”

The turn of events happened so fast. You’re not entirely sure what happened. Suddenly you’re outside. Waiting in suffocating, terrifying silence. The last thing you can subtly hear coming out from the doctors mouth was;

“Patient is going through a severe trauma from the blood loss due to the fourth degree vaginal tear. Immediate care is needed. We’re moving her into the ICU.”

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Tosh

Its our graduation next week dad, can you come?

Dad

Of course son

Yeon

Duh, of course dad can, i told you. Jeez. believe in your dad, AND your big sis for once.

Tosh

For the last time, youre only older than me for TWO MINUTES

Do NOT call me lil bro. Ever.

Yeon

Yeah. thats a whole ass two minutes older than you. Lil bro.

Tosh

YOU!

DAD, GROUND HER!

Dad

Im gonna pretend i didnt see anything…

Yeon

:p

Tosh

URGH

Yeon

Anyway, isn’t it the exact same day as mom’s birthday?

Dad

Yeah

Tosh

oh really? I didnt notice sorry. Happy birthday momm!

Yeon

Happy birthday mom.

Dad

Thanks kid, you two are the best thing that ever happened to me. Pretty sure if your moms watching, she would agree with me from up there.

Tosh

Aw, suddenly? Thanks dadd

Yeon

You’re also the best dad. Ever. Thanks dad.