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softieteez · 9 months

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Not A Verstappen: Gridlocked {4}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: A single photo puts half of the truth out into the world. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fingering, swearing WC: 2.3k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five

Round Nineteen - Mexico 2022 You woke to a delicious smell and felt the strains of the free practices deep in your bones and every muscle protested the movements needed to get out of bed. Giving up, you laid there for a minute more, mentally preparing for the final free practice and qualifying race, before tossing the blankets back.

You probably looked like a zombie the way you stumbled your way bleary eyed through the hotel suite to find Charles cooking breakfast.

“Good morning, baby.” Lando grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into his lap while he waited patiently at the table.

“Just morning,” you grumbled with a yawn. “Nothing is good before noon.”

“I can think of one thing,” he teased as his fingertips traced the curve of your leg.

“Feeling a little tender, chérie?” Charles asked with a kiss to your forehead as he placed two plates on the table. “We can give you a massage after breakfast. Bon appétit.”

“Okay, maybe there’s a few good things in the morning,” you conceded before opening your mouth for the forkful of food Lando offered. “Are we still on for dinner tonight?”

“Sorry, love, Zak’s invited me and Danny to a charity event,” Lando apologised with a pout. “I’m sure Charles can take care of you all on his lonesome.”

“Of course,” Charles said with a soft smile, “but I’d rather you be with us.”

You shifted on his lap to face him and kissed your way along his jaw to his lips. “Me too.”

“Me three,” he murmured when you pulled back to finish eating.

As promised, after breakfast you found yourself lying face down on the bed with massage oil drizzled over your skin. Heavenly moans filled the pillow your face was buried in as the two of them found every knot in your muscles and eased them away with their strong hands.

“I hope you don’t make sounds like that for Kristian,” Lando teased. He had given up helping Charles working his way along your body and instead parted your legs to focus his touch on one particular place.

“Can’t say he’s ever fingered me,” you said before laughing at the soft spank he responded with. “Yet.” Heat burned across your ass at the smack he dealt and your yelp turned to a moan as he soothed the sensitive skin with his palm before kissing it softly.

“I think our Lando is a little possessive of you, chérie.”

You squirmed on the mattress as his fingers worked their way back into you to find your cunt soaked for him. “I like it.”

“I’m not possessive, I just don’t want to share with you anyone else.”

You lifted your head from the pillow and found Charles’ lips pressed lightly as he tried not to laugh but the amusement was thick in his voice, “That’s what possessive means, mon cher.”

You felt sorry for Charles as he was given a three-place grid penalty for something that wasn’t entirely his own fault. It was easy for the stewards to say he could have used his wing mirrors to see George coming up behind him on his flying lap but the window of view was so small that the stars had to align to actually see anything and react in time.

His engineer should have warned him.

The urge to go to Ferrari and find him almost won but Max called out before you could leave the garage. “Do you have plans for dinner tonight?”

“Uh, yeah, I do,” you said as you scratched the nape of your neck nervously, something that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Is it a date?” You hated how intense his scrutiny was and his eyes narrowed the longer the question went unanswered.

“Does it matter?”

“You’re dodging the question, zusje.” Max crossed his arms and looked over your shoulder. “Who is he?”

“Who’s who?” Your mood turned sour as you heard Jos’ voice behind you. “Are you coming to dinner?”

Max shook his head. “She’s going on a date.”

“And even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t choose to spend my evening with you,” you said as you turned to face your father.

“You have a boyfriend?” Jos asked with a tick in his jaw. “Why is this the first I’m hearing about it?”

“Let’s list off the reasons. 1) it’s none of your fucking business, 2) it’s none of your fucking business, 3) it’s none of your-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Max growled as he dropped his arm over your shoulder and turned you away. “We’ll talk about this later, go calm down somewhere.”

You stormed out of the garage without a goodbye and straight into Ferrari’s next door, ignoring the looks they gave you as you climbed the stairs to where the driver’s rooms were.

Carlos had just opened his door as you were passing it and he looked a little dishevelled and disappointed as he sighed to himself, and you could only imagine how much worse Charles was feeling. “Tough quali for you guys,” you said as you caught his attention and accepted the hug he offered. “How’s he doing?”

“Pissed off. Xavi is probably hiding in a hole somewhere by now. I would if I were him,” he huffed a humourless laugh. “It’s good that you're going out to dinner, I don’t think he would leave his room otherwise.”

“That’s what friends are for.” You gave Carlos a little wave as he went on his way before you knocked on Charles' door. “Hey, it’s me.”

The door opened before you had even finished speaking and you slipped inside quietly as you saw the sullen look on his face. Needing to comfort him, you caught the door with your shoe and kicked it shut so you could cup his face in your hands and pull him into a kiss.

“I forgo-” You froze against Charles as the door swung open and Carlos filled the doorway, his jaw slack as he stared wide-eyed. “What the fuck, mate,” he hissed quietly as he stepped inside and closed the door shut. “You know Max is going to kill you, right?”

“I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration,” Charles muttered as he stepped back and took your hand instead. “What did you forget?”

“Huh? Shit, I forgot.” Carlos frowned and looked back at the door. “So…Just friends, ay?”

“Not just friends,” you chuckled, squeezing Charles’ hand. “But not ready to go public just yet.”

“Because of Max?”

“Because of Lando,” Charles admitted.

“Ohhhh, because he’s been in love with her forever and you got the girl,” Carlos nodded to himself as he spoke only to stop when you laughed.

“Because we are dating Lando too, and it will be a PR nightmare to explain.” You laughed as Carlos’ mouth dropped open and he pointed between the two of you. “Me, Charles and Lando, yes.”

“Woooow,” he laughed as he recovered and shook his head once more. “Max is 100% going to kill the both of you. Nice knowing you, mi amigo.”

“Thanks for your support, mate,” Charles drawled sarcastically and reached for his keys. “Let’s go, amour.”

“Can I just ask…” Carlos leaned back against the door so Charles couldn’t reach the handle. Crossing his arms, Charles rolled his eyes and waited impatiently for the question. “Does she top you like in the driver standings?”

“First Pierre, now you, putain de merde,” Charles sighed and pushed Carlos out of the way as he laughed.

But then the laughter dried up and he turned to you offended at the news. “Pierre knew before me?”

“Since Suzuka,” Charles said with a smirk knowing it would irk him more.

Carlos reeled back and his eyes widened. “What the fuck, and that pendejo didn’t tell me. How long have you been together?”

“Just before Monza.”

“Before Mon…Monza! Ay!” Carlos dragged a hand down his face. “I thought we were friends, and Lando too? That guy has never kept a secret in his life.”

You looked at Charles with a giggle. “So dramatic, is he always like this?”

“Mhmm, try being teammates with him,” Charles replied with a roll of his eyes. “He just needs time to process, and I want to get out of this place before I cross paths with Xavi.”

“Kristian would have a coronary if he saw this. I’m so full but it’s too good to waste.” The Italian restaurant Charles had found in the centre of Mexico City was beautiful but the menu was definitely not suited to your pre-race diet. “Is this your plan to slow me down tomorrow?”

Charles stroked your hand beneath the table. He had managed to get the reservation for a secluded corner booth hidden behind a thin thatch privacy wall, but you still tried to remember to be careful. “Nothing can slow you down, amour.”

“Not even the metaphorical baggage I carry around?”

“What?” Charles choked on a laugh and had to take a drink of water to stop coughing.

“Something Lando said a while ago.” You chuckled at the memory as you twirled more creamy fettuccine around your fork. “Apparently I have daddy issues, along with his temper.”

“You’re nothing like Jos.” Charles shook his head adamantly. “Back in karting my family would come and cheer me on and I remember when Max came anything less than first place, Jos wouldn’t even clap for him. He didn’t want anything to do with him unless he was on the top of the podiums.”

“I know what an asshole my father is, you don’t need to convince me,” you muttered quietly, feeling sorry for Max’s upbringing that was vastly different to yours.

“I’ve watched you cheer for Max from the pits when you’ve had to retire early. I’ve seen how concerned you get when he’s in a crash,” he said, bringing your attention back to the present. “You’re nothing like Jos.”

Unable to articulate how grateful you were to hear those words, you instead chose an action. Charles froze with surprise for a moment when you kissed him before instinct took over and his fingers curled around your nape to deepen it further. The white wine that had been paired with the pasta was warming your body but not as much as Charles’ hand was as it crept up beneath your dress.

A throat cleared beside the table and Charles pulled back with a sigh as a waiter stood awkwardly holding a dessert menu.

“No, we’ll take the bill, thank you,” Charles said before the young man could offer the specials.

“You seem to be in a rush to leave all of a sudden,” you teased in his ear as the waiter left with Charles’ credit card.

You watched his teeth bite his bottom lip before his eyes trailed down your body. “I want dessert, amour, just nothing they can offer.”

The car ride back to the hotel was tantalisingly slow and it felt like the air conditioner was set on high with the heated looks shared between you. It wasn’t until your phone rang that you were able to tear your eyes away from him and you saw the name on the ID.

“Shh, it’s Max,” you warned before answering the call. “Hey bro, how’d dinner with the donor go?”

“When were you going to tell me you were dating Charles?” The air in your lungs froze and you knew Charles had heard the exclamation by the tightening of his fists around the steering wheel.

You knew there would be alerts going off on Kristian’s phone as the Aura ring on your finger picked up the sudden spike in your heart rate. “Wh-what makes you think that?”

“Because you said you were going on a date and now I’m seeing pictures of you and Charles kissing.”

A tirade of curse words tumbled from your lips, colourful enough to make Charles blush as he indicated to pull into the hotel valet entrance. It wasn’t unusual for any of the drivers to spend time outside of racing together but now the crowd waiting seemed to have a new hunger.

“Keep driving,” you urged as you saw the cameras flashing. “Go!”

“Pull Charles on the phone,” Max growled. “We need to have words.”

“Fuck off, you’re not my father so don’t act like it.”

“In that case, here.”

“Don’t you even think about-” you heard the phone exchange hands and hit your head against the window when you heard Jos’ voice.

“What do you think you are playing at? Do you know how this reflects on the family?”

You ended the call and turned the phone off so neither of them could ring back. “The audacity of that man! I’m sorry, Cha, I fucked up.”

“Amour,” Charles said softly as he reached across and took your shaking hand. “It will be alright, we will figure it out together.”

“Shit, Lando!” You rushed to turn your phone back on and saw the missed calls from Max, Jos and even Vicky - which was a low blow since you would have answered your little sister’s call if you had seen it. “He’s not answering.”

“He is probably still at the charity dinner,” Charles reasoned as he stroked his thumb over your hand gently. “We can’t just drive around all night, we will have to go back to the hotel at some point.”

“I know…this just changes, well, everything.”

A smile tipped up Charles’ lips as he reached a stop light and looked across to you. “It doesn’t change one thing; I love you.”

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softieteez · 10 months

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Hii, can i request a super fluff reaction of ateez taking care of their s/o while she's pregnant, pls?

ateez taking care of pregnant s/o

note: OMG YES. these are always so cute. thank you for the req🥺

pairing: dad!ateez x fem!reader

warning: pregnancy, swearing, body image

tags : @skzfairies @hyuncore

hongjoong

omg omg omg

he’s lowkey kinda nervous, but he doesn’t want you to feel nervous so he hides it.

if you need literally anything ANYTHING he will give it to you

he would have the boys come over and help set up the nursery

he 100% talks to the baby when you’re asleep

buys you so much food, even if you refuse

if anything is hurting, he. will. massage. it.

he’s so excited to meet his little one🥺

“baby, you feeling alright?”

“you shouldn’t be up! go lay back down!”

scenario

you were exhausted, you were seven months pregnant and you didn’t know how tiring this would be. sure, you liked being pregnant, it had its perks. but god did you hate it sometimes. constantly hungry, hurting, and cranky.

you honestly felt a little bad for hongjoong, knowing he’s been hard at work trying to make sure you’re comfortable 24/7. he’s been on hiatus since you were 4 month’s pregnant, things were starting to get even harder around there. you didn’t want him to honesty, because if he did so did the whole group. but he and the other members insisted.

“you alright, love?” he came up to, hands automatically going to your belly, like they held some magnetic force. he kiss your forehead before looking back into your eyes. hongjoong can be really romantic sometimes, but he’s even more romantic and sweet now than he was when you weren’t pregnant. it’s kind of a cute little thing you caught onto.

“mhm, just tired” you said, sending him a soft smile and placing your hands on his.

“why don’t you go lie down?” he tilted his head, returning the smile that you had given him.

you put on a pout and tilted your head back “come lay with me”

he chuckles and nods, leading you to your shared bed. you cuddle up as best as you can and very quickly fall asleep. hongjoong hand running through your hair helped with that.

once he notices you’re asleep, he sees the opportunity to talk to your unborn baby and snatches it. he scoots down just a bit closer to your belly, placing a small kiss on it.

“hi, beautiful. i’m sorry we don’t have a name ready for you just yet, but we will soon, okay?” he whispers “you’re mommy is such a hard worker, i can’t wait for you to meet her, little one”

seonghwa

definitely excited, definitely nervous.

he’s also anxious about not having a name

everyday he makes sure you’re right beside him at all costs

he helps you with EVERYTHING

your lucky even you get to feed yourself✋🏼

he’s just so cautious, at times it’s amusing but sometimes you have to assure him that nothing bad is gonna happen.

although, you do love when he prepares a bath for you 🥺

“my love, do you want me to start up a bath for you?”

“ah! don’t carry that”

scenario

you’re so excited to meet your little girl. you and seonghwa have been looking through every website and baby book you could lay your hands on for the perfect name. you still have plenty of time, you’re five months pregnant now.

your mom had told you countless time that you will know the babies name once she’s born. it’s just a natural thing. so you and seonghwa are trying to not let it get to you.

“hey baby, how are you feeling?” your husband flashes his million-dollar-smile as he sits next to you. he kisses your cheek, then your belly.

“could be better, everything’s really achy today” you pout and lay your head on his shoulder. you can’t see, but you just know he’s pouting as well.

“do you want me to start you a bath?” he chuckles when you shoot up and smile widely. you immediately nod before he gets up off the couch telling you to ‘c’mon’

you two walk to the bathroom, hand in hand, and he starts the bath water while you get undressed and tie your hair up. you have no intention on washing it today. once the tub is filled with perfectly warm water, seonghwa helps you carefully step in and sit down.

he sits on the outside of the tub, watching as your body relaxes. “good?” he laughs a little, seeing you literally sigh out of pure bliss.

“perfect” you hum.

after a little while he washes you body for you, even though you already had a shower in the morning. he makes sure to give you baby bump some extra love while talking to you about something hongjoong has planned for when you give birth.

once you’re out of the tub, he’ll dry you, put lotion on you, cloth you. everything. he even cooks some food for you both before watching a movie.

“i love you” he whispers, putting his hand on your bump “both of you”

yunho

holy fuck is he excited

ever day, he has a smile on his face, even on the super hard days.

he just can’t wait to meet his little babies :(((

yes. twins. one boy, one girl. congrats :)

anyway. he’s just so loving toward you. especially because it’s your first pregnancy and you’re having FUCKING TWINS.

just imagine alllll the belly rubs.

and back massages 😫

he’s really good with keeping up with your cravings

he’s constantly looking at names, even taking suggestions from atiny, the members, his family, he’s wants the name to be PERFECT.

“what about this name for the boy! don’t you think that’s pretty?”

“seonghwa hyung is on his way to help with the cribs, you sit down!”

scenario

you get absolutely humongous, but you were fine with it, knowing your two little babies would be here in four months. you were so excited, and so was yunho.

he and mingi have been painting the nursery all day while seonghwa was building the cribs and helping keep you company. everyone was really happy when they heard you were pregnant, they were thrilled when they heard it was twins.

“see ya guys, thank you for the help” you smile and hug mingi and then seonghwa

“it’s no problem, now go get rest!” seonghwa scolded, making you roll your eyes but laugh nonetheless.

the two leave and yunho comes out of the bedroom covered in paint. you laugh out a little, grabbing his attention “they leave?” he smiles

“yeah they just left. did you paint the room or yourself, yun”

“yes” he nodded, making you laugh hard before you send him off to shower. you kept yourself content by scrolling through comments on your recent instagram picture of you. so many nice comments about how good pregnancy makes you look. ‘omg you’re glowing!’ and ‘i wish i looked like that when i was pregnant’

“you wanna go lay down with me?” yunho asked, walking into the living room where you were. you shook your head no however, which isn’t usually something you do.

“i’m hungry” you pout, causing him to smile, again.

“okay baby, i’ll be right back” he says, pecking your lips and then running into the kitchen

“i want chips!” you yell

“okay!” and within seconds he comes into the living room with every chip you guys have. “i didn’t know what flavor. so i brought them all. you usually change your mind half way through eating anyway”

by the time you were full, you ate five different chips flavors, and yunho read through maybe 500 names.

“i’m so excited for you guys to get here” he speaks to your belly and kisses it. “i hope you’re both tall”

yeosang

ohhhhhh my gooodddddd

100% a nervous wreck.

i’m sorry yeo😭

but he handles your pregnancy fairly well, even though he’s always on his toes.

he’s really good at comforting you when you feel ‘fat’ or ‘too big to be pretty’ because kang yeosang does not stand for that !!!!

takes advice from his members

he definitely sings to your baby girl

like, once it’s big enough, he’ll cuddle your bump and just sing.

it’s the sweetest thing in the world

“hongjoong hyung said we should get one of those pregnancy balls soon”

“Looking for star Looking for love 그대는 나만의 별 언제나 그댈 빛나게 해줄게요 Forever you're my heart”

scenarios

this baby will not stop kicking your stomach. usually you would be thrilled to have her be so active in there, but she kept kicking your bladder. and when she wasn’t kicking the literal piss out of you, she was just straight up hurting you.

“your child is a fucking bully” you groan and lay next to him on the bed. she already had similarities to yeosang, example one, taunting you.

“why do you say that?” he chuckles, turning to facing you, allow on pillow and his head resting on his hand as his other hair moves strands of hair out of your face.

“she won’t stop kicking. it’s starting to hurt” you pout, making him frown a little. he rubs you belly, hoping to relieve a little pain. “can you try singing to her? maybe it’ll calm her down”

he instantly nods and moves positions so that he’s cuddling you bump. he places a kiss on it before singing star 1117, so softly that you could probably fall asleep just from listening to him.

you smile when you realize that it’s working, her movements were becoming less harsh, and barely even there. you run your hand through his hair as he finishes the song. he chuckles a little in disbelief. he’s never sung to calm her down like that before, he honestly didn’t think it would work.

“i think she likes your voice” you tease. but it honestly makes sense as to why she would, his voice is deep and soothing. it could probably put anyone to sleep.

“i’m glad” he smiles “you think she’ll be a singer in the future?” he looks up at you with sparkling eyes

san

sooooo protective

no one touches the belly unless it’s family or the members.

he’s over the moon excited, you should’ve seen him when he found out it was a boy.

he talks about all the things he’s gonna teach him when he’s old enough

he brags about how his son is going to be so amazing allll the time

and also brags about how strong you are and how much of an amazing mom you are even before you give birth.

takes tips from both of your guys’ parents.

“you’re such a good mommy, my love”

“did someone try to touch my baby?”

scenario

being pregnant made things like shopping so difficult, you could barely be in the store for 20 minutes before getting tired anymore. so that meant san had to go by himself. which he was NOT doing. so he sent seonghwa to.

“baby, i can go shopping with you if you want” you pout, feeling bad that seonghwa had to run and do your errands.

“it’s fine really, pregnancy is hard. i’ll go” seonghwa insisted and left with the grocery list before you could even respond. you pout even more, with a huff this time, before san walks up from behind and wraps his arms around you, placing his hands on the bump.

“it’s okay, he wants to help. i promise” san kisses your cheek and sat you down on the couch. “your mom said it’s good to elevate your feet” he swore and raised your feet onto the coffee table, putting a throw pillow under them.

you laugh, knowing damn well he probably texts you mom daily for tips on pregnancy. you really got so lucky with san. everything about him is just so perfect, you couldn’t wait to see how he is around your son.

“how often do you talk to my mom sannie?” you question

“i don’t know, once a day maybe” he says casually, making you laugh more, which makes him laugh too. the two of you laugh and giggle when suddenly, you feel movement.

“oh my god…” you say, shocked. which only scares your husband

“what? what? is everything okay”

“yes, give me your hand” he does as you say, and you place the hand on your bump “talk”

“about?”

“i don’t know, tips my mom gave you” you tease just a little, knowing it’ll get him to rant

“we’ll she told me that certain foods should be avoided, even if your doctor didn’t mention them. so li-“ he pauses when the baby begins to move around. “oh my god” he repeats

you smile, looking into his eyes. your babies first movement. “oh my god” he whispers this time, crouching down by your legs and holding your belly. “hi, hi baby” he whispers.

the baby moves as you two talk to him, he seems to really like it when you guys have a conversation. “i can’t wait you see you little guy”

mingi

oh he can’t fucking waitttttt

though he gets more nervous as time passes. he also get impatient.

he’s so ready to meet his baby girl

like with yeosang, he’s very reassuring about your appearance, and also how well you’re doing.

he always feels bad when it’s a bad pain day, or mental day for you

you work so hard and he hates to see you hurting 🥺

the baby lovesssss his voice

“she’s gonna be so beautiful, i mean, you are her mother obviously”

“you think she’ll like the color yellow? maybe green?”

scenario

today was absolutely horrible. your cravings and emotions were everywhere today, not to mention the baby’s kicking was beginning to get exhausting. mingi was at the store, you forced him to leave the house but now you were regretting that.

you step into your shared bedroom, looking at yourself in the body length mirror. you liked huge in your mind. but in mingi’s mind, you’re gorgeous.

“baby, i got your fruit you wanted” he announced as he walked into the bedroom. you didn’t even notice that he got home, usually you would hear the car pull up of the door shutting. all you do is nod and continue looking at yourself “what’s wrong?” he asks

“don’t you think i look huge?” you say, making him frown.

“what?” he asked, coming up to you slowly. he raps his arms around you from behind, forcing his hands to rest on you baby bump.

“i feel ginormous. i’m into five months in, i shouldn’t be this big” you insisted, but mingi wanting having it. he spun you away from the mirror so that you’re looking at him.

“my love, you’re caring a person inside of you. you’re caring our daughter. the person that we will love together for the rest of our lives. so yes, pregnancy obviously makes you gain weight, but you look absolutely gorgeous” he looks into your eyes the whole time he speaks, and by the time he’s done talking you’re sitting there getting emotional.

you let a couple tears fall before wiping them away. mingi coos a little and kisses your cheeks “you’re perfect, baby” he promises, though it doesn’t help with your emotions any

“stop or i’m gonna keep crying” you scold your husband, who only chuckles and gives you more kisses.

“okay, c’mon on got you fruit” he says, pulling you out of the bedroom

“i don’t want fruit anymore, i’m kind of craving your moms dip” you think out loud, though his smile doesn’t alter any as he takes you to the kitchen and takes his moms oh-so-famous chip dip from the fridge “i love you” you say as he hands you to you

mingi laughs once again “i love you too” he says before leaning down and uncovering your belly from your shirt “and i love you as well princess”

wooyoung

ohh boyyy

woo is so pumped to meet his son

wooyoung is kinda known to be a bit of a tease, but he kind of halts that during your pregnancy

he doesn’t wanna accidentally hurt your feelings :(((

he likes to kiss your baby bump every morning and every night

he started clearing space for the nursery the second you told him you were pregnant

always cooking for you

he’s the goofy type. he’s the type to dance with you in the middle of the living room with his hands on your belly and waist

“c’mon dance with me, baby”

“if we’re having a baby the nursery will not be gendered.”

scenario

you were sitting in the middle of your unfinished nursery as wooyoung finished up painting one of the walls. he didn’t want the baby to have a gendered bedroom. so walls are painted a soft gray and will later have wall stickers of little clouds and animals plastered on them.

you were looking through baby websites, searching for things like clothes, dressers, basically everything. because as of right now the only thing you have is a crib and a baby carrier. then again, you’re still only four months or pregnant, you just found out the gender. so you don’t feel any rush yet.

“kiss” wooyoung demands, crouching dow beside you, being careful not to touch you with his paint covered hands and clothes. you giggle as he puckers his lips, waiting for yours to meet his. and why on earth would you say no to a wooyoung kiss?

you peck his lips before he runs off to shower. you stay in the nursery, scrolling through your laptop. you want to get a rocking chair early on so that you can sit in the nursery comfortably while doing things like this.

you were at that stage where it was getting hard to do anything. standing up, tying your shoes, everything. you weren’t even gonna attempt to get off the floor until wooyoung can help you up.

“why are you still in here, baby?” you hear your husband ask as he enters the room. you sigh and close your laptop

“i need help” you pout and lift your arms toward him, he chuckles slight and walks over to help you up. “my butt’s numb” you sigh, rubbing your butt and wooyoung figures it would help to rub the other cheek, because he’s wooyoung.

“come on, my lovely, i’ll make you food and you can watch that show you like” he holds out his hand, waiting for you to put your own hand in his. you smile and collide your hands together. he grabs your laptop from the floor and walks out of there with you following. “craving?”

“chicken, mac and cheese, pickles” you sigh, listing only a couple of your cravings, the one that seemed most logical for a lunch.

“yes ma’am” he chirps and runs to the kitchen to make some food. you smile to yourself, sitting on the couch and turning on your favorite show.

he came in and out of the kitchen a few times to check on you until he finally came out with food. you sat up a bit straighter and held your hands out for one of the plates “here you are, beautiful” he smiles

“thank you”

“you’re welcome, now eat up you two” he kisses your cheek and rubs your belly

jongho

okay, he’s a nervous wreck. like he tries to hide it, but sometimes it just…

anyway.

definitely sings to you both

he will do anything for you and your unborn son

after some time he starts getting my easy going and playful

he often talks to your belly

does everything for you

he gets so excited when the baby boy starts kicking 🥺

“awe, hi little guy” *baby kicking*

“no, babe, seriously i got it, go sit down”

scenario

you aren’t really a morning person, and it doesn’t help when you were up and down all night because the baby kept kicking your bladder. but waking up to jongho softly humming a tune and rubbing your baby bump made it easier.

as your eyes flutter open, you see jongho facing you but his eyes remain on the bump. that is, until he notices you’re awake. “good morning” he smiles sweetly, speaking in a hushed voice.

“mornin” you grumble and close your eyes again, making your husband giggle a little. he kisses your forehead and continues singing.

“do you think he’ll like sports?” jongho mumbled. you can’t help but chuckle and place your hand on his jaw.

“if he’s anything like, most likely” you answer with your eyes still shut. he hums contently, pondering about what his baby boy will be like in the future. maybe playing basketball? or wrestling? what if he decides to be a singer too?

“i hope he has your eyes” your husband said, making you scoff and open your eyes.

“you have such pretty eyes, what’re you talking about” you giggle lightly as he gives you a disapproving glance. he looks back down at your belly, just admiring it “two more months to go” you remind him

“i can’t wait to meet him” he says before singing again. this time, he’s actually singing, and dear god did this baby love his dads singing. he gets all excited and starts kicking your belly “good morning little one” he laughs

“mmh, he kept me up all night” you grumble, feeling the familiar kicking praying he doesn’t hit your bladder.

“tell your momma your just ready to get out of there, huh?”

you laugh at jongho’s baby voice, though you find it quite endearing and sweet. definitely your favorite thing “i can’t wait to see what your like when he’s actually here”

“hmm, i’m gonna spoil the heck out of him” he promises that. and you know he’s not bluffing “you’re gonna be a spoiled little thing” he leans down, kissing your belly

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