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You bought him a present to break the news to him. Gentle, right?
It was sweet. It’d be perfect. He’d love it.
“A gift?” His voice was skeptical but surprised. You could see him mentally trying to figure out if he’d forgotten some anniversary or ‘commoner holiday’ he should have been prepared for.
“Don’t worry, it’s just something I wanted to give you! You didn’t forget to get me anything.” He smiles gently at you, how easily you read him these days.
He’s slow to unwrap the gift. He’s one of those that doesn’t tear into presents. He’s maddeningly slow, carefully lifting each piece of tape, painstakingly unfolding the wrapping paper delicately. At this rate, you’d give birth right here in his home office before he finished opening the present and he’d find out you were pregnant that way.
You had to resist reaching out and shredding the present to get to the contents inside. Deep breaths. No better time to work on your Lamaze than the present, apparently.
Finally, he made it to the box itself. Oh, why in heavens name did you have to tape the box closed as well? You were never wrapping another gift for him ever again. You could feel yourself entering your third trimester.
When he finally lifted the lid and pulled the fluffs of wrapping tissue away his soft smile gave way to an expression of confusion and was that… distaste?
At the crinkling of tissue paper and the promise of a box to play in, Elizabeth 3rd jumped up onto Jumin’s desk to investigate what was being unwrapped.
You felt dizzy. Did he not want a child? Was he disappointed?
His fingers picked up the onesie you’d picked out as a way to break the news, a soft white cotton one, with various kittens along it in different poses.
“I, uh… thank you?” He turns on the voice he uses when he was intentionally trying to not upset you.
“It’s not… for you, Jumin.” Did he really not get it?
“Ah, well,” he cleared his throat, “I am not sure if Elizabeth 3rd will– “ Did he really think you bought him an outfit for his cat? Why in the…
“It’s not for Elizabeth 3rd! It’s for the baby!” You cut him off, voice raised and rushed.
At this, both Jumin and Elizabeth 3rd whipped to look at you, the latter most likely turning to look due to only hearing her name yelled in such a manic tone. Regardless, both of their eyes were wide, jaw slightly slack, both somewhat ashen in pallor (or in Elizabeth 3rd’s case, completely white).
“Th-the…” he visibly swallowed, the strain evident against his necktie, “the… you’re?”
Here you thought you’d married the eloquent one.
“Pregnant.” At this point you may as well have spelled it out for him.
His eyes flickered down to your abdomen, pausing for a moment before drifting to the onesie still resting in his hand. Slowly, his pallor returned to normal, until a faint blush rose high on his cheek bones.
He still wasn’t saying anything, but slowly he rose from his chair. With slow measured steps he walked from around his desk to come stand directly in front of you, all the while keeping his eyes on the onesie he was holding so delicately in his fingers.
His fingers busied themselves with manipulating and arranging the onesie to fold out before he reached forward with his arms to gingerly place it against your abdomen, his fingers coming to rest along your sides as his thumbs held the onesie in place.
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his face, even though his hair obscured the sight of his eyes from your view. A reddish hue still graced his cheeks, his mouth in a thin line, giving no real hint to his emotions.
You registered the warmth of his fingers against you before you noted their trembling.
It was the trembles that had you automatically reaching to cup his face with your hands and tilt his face to look directly at you.
His eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. For a brief moment you thought perhaps he didn’t want this, until a brilliant smile, that of which the likes you had never seen from him before, broke out on his face and he leaned down to press his forehead to yours. His eyes closed as he breathed you in, his fingers dropping their hold on the onesie to once again clasp it in one hand before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.
Though his tears never fell, yours did.
He was happy. You were going to have a family.
He began to pepper kisses across your face, his smile hardly falling from his features. Soon you were giggling and holding on to him fiercely which only prompted more kisses from him.
It was between series of kisses that you heard his praises.
“Thank you.”
“I love you.”
“My angel.”
“A family.”
He gave one last ‘thank you’ before his lips finally found yours and he kissed you with such delicacy as if you were suddenly breakable.
Your fingers raked through his hair before cupping the back of his neck and pressing him closer, physically expressing you weren’t fragile. As expected, he readily responded to your insistent kiss, hungrily running his lips over yours.
A few moments more and he had you moaning into his mouth, tingles running down your spine as his hands slipped across your body.
In one swift movement he tightened his arms around you, effectively picking you up, and turned to stride out of the room across the hall and into your shared bedroom.
You pulled your lips away from his with a laugh, “Jumin, I’m already pregnant.”
He chuckled, his warm breath wafting across your swollen lips.
“Let’s just make certain,” he spoke with finality just before he kicked the bedroom door shut.