35 | CHILD

                                    

                                          
Holy shit.
                          
It was all just a dream...
                          
I turnover to find Taehyung sitting beside me in his pajamas, hair all soggy and ruffled in all the wrong directions. I was just about to take a brush to fix it for him when he stopped me, placing the brush aside and laying me back. He lays down on his side and looks at me with his dreamy eyes, lips slightly parted as they breath out slowly. 
                          
"Stay with me," his blinks are slow yet consistent. 
                          
"Where would I go?" I ask.
                          
"With Jungkook."
                          
Okay, so I wasn't dreaming. 
                          
"Where is he now?"
                          
"I let him stay in the manor," he tells me. "My mother insisted he stay in our house but I didn't want him anywhere near us."
                          
"So Jungkook's staying for good?"
                          
"Seems like it."
                          
Taehyung looks more unsettled than ever. He doesn't miss the chance to just cuddle up to me and latch on like a baby koala. I couldn't help but swoon over the fact that this was the father of my child- he was a whole child himself. This side of him was worth staying with him for and I know he'd be the best father. 
                          
"Lets go on another honeymoon, somewhere far away."
                          
"Like where?" I ask. 
                          
"Chile?" 
                          
I shake my head. "Lets go to Italy!"
                          
"Whatever you want, babe." His voice is faint and his eyes begin to droop, and within a matter of minutes he's fast asleep. 
                          
I sit there the rest of the night with his head on my lap, arms still draped around my waist. I felt so much love for him that it was insane. I adored every bit of him, even the bad parts. I was beyond grateful to finally have this blessing bestowed upon me once more, the greatest gift of all- a child. 
                          
After being so hesitant about it at first, now that it's happened, I couldn't help but become so enthralled. 
                          
"We're gonna have a baby," I whisper to a sleeping Taehyung. 
                          
He looks peaceful when he's sleeping, almost like a prince from a fairytale. His lashes are dark and long, casting tiny shadows upon his rosy cheeks. I leave a soft peck on his lips and lay him down on the pillow.
                          
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"Wine?" Asks Taehyung.
                          
"No thank you," I answer. 
                          
Taehyung pours the hundred year old bottle until his glass is full. "I have business meetings all day today, so I won't be back til late." He devours the entire cup until there was nothing left but the sheer purple residue. "Yoongi will be home if you need."
                          
I take a bite of the biscuit, slowly chewing in hopes that I wouldn't feel more sick than I already did. Due to my sickness I wasn't able to eat all morning, and even then I couldn't help but regurgitate what wasn't even there. I was convinced that I would eventually cough up my literal guts. 
                          
Taehyung stares at me, observing my behavior and trying to read my expression. "What's wrong? Why aren't you eating?"
                          
I shake my head. "I am," I hold up the biscuit. 
                          
"Barely," he shoves the biscuit away and picks up the eggs with his fork. "Here," he holds it up to my mouth.
                          
My nostrils burn at the smell. "No," I shake my head and turn the fork away.
                          
Taehyung sighs and moves onto the bowl of fruit, picking up a slice of strawberry and inserting it into my mouth without my consent. Before I could spit it out he connects his lips to mine and shoves the strawberry back with his tongue, kissing me until I finally was able to chew it down. He left no room for me to discard it so it had no other way but down my throat. Taehyung leans back in his seat, flustered and out of breath. 
                          
"You were never this picky of an eater," he recalls. He helps me in wiping my mouth of the saliva, then tossing the napkin aside. "Are you ill?"
                          
"No," I mutter. "I'm just startled by last night."
                          
"Jungkook?"
                          
"Yeah, I-"
                          
"Hello, family," a voice echoes throughout the dining room.
                          
When I look up, it's Jungkook and another handsome stranger just a little bit shorter than him. They're both dressed in expensive suits and sporting designer jewelry, looking as though they were on their way to a red carpet. 
                          
"This is Jimin," Jungkook wraps his arm around the other guy's shoulder. "Without him, I wouldn't be here."
                          
Jimin grins, his eyes crinkling at the edges and smiling in their own way. "Hello," he waves. 
                          
"I just came to stop by and pick up Ara on my way to a party," he says. Jungkook makes his way over to me on the other side of the table and extends his hand for me to take. 
                          
Taehyung watches for my next move but I don't make any, refusing to start an argument between the two. "A party this early in the morning?"
                          
"It's nine o'clock somewheres," he shrugs his shoulders. "Anyhow, lets go," he takes my hand and tugs when I don't budge. 
                          
"Jungkook..." I say as he gets me on my feet. 
                          
Jungkook was always too fast for me- always hung up on the fast life. I always thought that it'd be his end, but the mafia life proved otherwise. Or so I thought. Now that he's had his second chance at life, I knew for a fact that Jungkook wasn't going to let it go to waste. 
                          
"Don't you have somewheres to hide?" Taehyung mocks.
                          
"I don't have bodyguards for nothing," Jungkook snaps his fingers and six suited men come barging in, nearly trampling over all of the antiques rested in the pedestals. 
                          
Taehyung slightly jumps as one of the vases began to wobble, bunching up his fists as he watches them take position behind Jungkook. "If you break it, you buy it," he warns. "And if I'm not mistaken, it's way out of your budget."
                          
"That's where you're wrong," Jungkook clicks his tongue. "You might've gotten father's inheritance, but I've got mother's."
                          
Jungkook leaves me standing there to step up to Taehyung, looking at him head to toe before mischievously smiling in his face. "And it's not any less short of yours."
                          
The tension was too strong for my pregnant ass to handle. My emotions were all over the place- I wanted to kill yet kiss them both. 
                          
"Okay, I'm just gonna go," I say as I back away from the table. 
                          
"Wait!" They both say in unison before turning to look at one another.
                          
"She's not going with either of you," Yoongi makes a beeline for me. "Ara and I have errands to run."