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The days start to blur together as the due date draws closer. You find yourself settling into a new routine, one where your mother's cooking becomes a comforting constant, Jungkook's care is unwavering, and every moment is filled with the anticipation of the baby's arrival.

Your mom, who had once been so eager to help, now hovers around you more than ever, her insistence that you rest growing stronger with each passing day. She insists on preparing every meal, even when you offer to lend a hand, brushing you off with a loving yet firm "You're about to give birth! You need your energy."

Jungkook, too, is always there, whether it's reminding you to take your vitamins or helping you move around the house. He looks after you like it's second nature, making sure you're comfortable, always asking if you need anything, even when you tell him you're fine. But, every time you try to do anything on your own—whether it's picking up a dropped dish or bending down to get something—you're met with the same response.

"You're not doing anything," Jungkook says gently, his hands on your shoulders as he nudges you back into your seat. "Just relax. We've got this."

Your mom agrees, her voice full of authority as she waves away your attempts to help. "Sit down, my dear. You need to rest for the baby. We don't want you overworking yourself before the big day."

At first, you felt a little guilty, like you should be doing more. But over time, you've grown used to this new rhythm. You've learned to relax into it, trusting them both to take care of things while you focus on your health and the baby.

And it's not so bad. The house is filled with warmth—both from your mom's cooking and the care that Jungkook gives you. It feels right, like everything is falling into place, and it gives you the space to be excited for what's coming next.

As you sit on the edge of your bed, your hands carefully go over the contents of your pregnancy bag once more. You check it methodically, pulling out each item and running it through your mind—hospital papers, birth plan, extra socks, cozy blanket, baby clothes, your favorite lip balm, and the snacks you packed just in case you get hungry during labor.

Every time you think you've double-checked everything, you find yourself pulling something else out of the bag—nipple cream, toiletries, a phone charger, your ID—and you tuck it all back in, arranging it perfectly.

"Any day now," you murmur to yourself, the weight of the realization settling in. It's a strange feeling, knowing that the baby could arrive at any moment. All the preparation, the waiting, the little things you've done to get ready... it's all coming down to this.

You sit back for a moment, looking at the bag sitting there, packed and ready, and you take a deep breath. Everything is really happening.

The house feels quieter now, almost as if it's waiting too. Jungkook's voice from the other room reaches you, and your mom's soft humming can be heard as she works in the kitchen. It's comforting, and it makes your heart swell a little with gratitude. You know they're both here, supporting you, and you're not doing this alone.

You look at the bag again, making sure everything is in place. You're ready. It's real now. Any moment, you could be holding your baby. And, as surreal as it feels, you can't help but smile at the thought.

Jungkook steps into the room, his footsteps soft on the floor as he watches you carefully. His gaze flickers from the pregnancy bag back to you, a slight frown on his face. "Hey," he says gently, leaning against the doorframe, "you okay?"

You look up at him, the weight of everything slowly settling into your chest. You offer him a small smile, but it's mixed with a bit of nervous energy. "Yeah, just... checking everything again," you reply, gesturing to the bag with a light chuckle. "I guess I'm just... making sure I haven't missed anything."

Jungkook steps over and sits down next to you on the bed, his eyes scanning the contents of the bag. "You've got everything," he says softly, giving you a reassuring smile. "I'm sure of it."

You nod, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in your eyes. "It just feels... weird, you know? Like it's finally hitting me. It's actually happening."

He reaches out, gently taking your hand in his, squeezing it comfortingly. "I know," he says quietly. "It's a big moment. But you're not alone in this, okay? I'm right here, and we've got this."

You look into his eyes, finding that sense of calm that he always brings. He's right. You're not alone. You lean into him slightly, taking a deep breath, feeling the reality of it all settling in, but this time, you don't feel overwhelmed—just ready.

"Thanks, Jungkook," you whisper, squeezing his hand in return.

He smiles at you, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "Anytime. And when the time comes," he adds softly, "I'll be right there with you every step of the way."

Jungkook reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, neatly folded envelope. He hands it to you with a soft smile, his expression warm and tender. "I almost forgot," he says quietly, "this is from my mom."

You take the envelope from him, the delicate paper crinkling slightly as you open it. Inside is a handwritten card with a message in familiar, flowing handwriting:

"Dear Y/n,

I wish you all the luck in the world as you prepare for the arrival of your beautiful baby. Remember, through every moment—both the easy ones and the tough ones—keep smiling and stay happy. The pain of birth is nothing compared to the joy that will follow. I'm so proud of you and can't wait to see you shine as the amazing mother I know you will be.

With love, Jungkook's Mom"

You smile softly as you read the heartfelt words, feeling a sense of warmth wash over you. Jungkook's mom had always been kind, but seeing this personal message for you makes your heart swell with gratitude.

You glance up at Jungkook, who's watching you closely, his gaze soft. "She said to keep smiling no matter what," he murmurs, his voice low. "She knows it'll be tough, but she believes in you. We both do."

Tears well up in your eyes as you hold the card close to your chest. "I... I really appreciate this," you whisper, feeling a mix of emotions. "Tell her thank you for me. It means a lot."

Jungkook leans over, brushing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Of course. I'll make sure she knows." He pulls back, his smile tender. "You're going to be amazing, Y/n. And no matter what, we'll get through this together."

Jungkook shifts even closer to you on the bed, his eyes locked on your belly with that same soft, awestruck look he always gets when he's near the baby. His hand slides gently over the curve of your stomach, warm and steady as he holds you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

A soft kick nudges his palm, and his eyes light up immediately, his lips parting in a quiet breath of wonder.

"There," he whispers, his voice laced with awe. "He's saying hi."

You smile, heart melting as you place your hand over his. "He always kicks more when you're around."

Jungkook laughs under his breath, his thumb moving in slow circles across the fabric of your shirt. "He already knows me. Or... maybe he's just getting ready to join forces with me—baby boy Jeon and I against you."

You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head on his shoulder. "As long as you both do the laundry and keep me fed, I'll allow it."

His laughter deepens, low and warm, and he leans in to kiss your temple. "Deal."

He stays like that, arms wrapped around you, his hand still protectively covering the small, steady movements of your son. There's something deeply grounding about the moment—the calm before everything changes, the quiet love that's already grown into something bigger than the three of you.

"He's almost here," Jungkook murmurs, voice low and filled with emotion. "Our little boy... I swear I already love him more than anything."

You turn your head slightly, brushing your nose against his jaw. "He's going to love you just as much. He's got the best dad."

Jungkook smiles, eyes still on your belly as he whispers, "And the most beautiful mom."

Just as the moment settles into a peaceful silence, the bedroom door creaks open and your mother walks in, apron tied around her waist and a whisk still in her hand. She pauses when she sees the two of you curled up together on the bed, Jungkook's hand resting protectively on your belly, your head nestled against his shoulder.

Her eyes narrow playfully as she points the whisk in Jungkook's direction. "Yah, Jeon Jungkook! I told you to bring her down ten minutes ago. Are you two planning on skipping dinner to have another moment?"

Jungkook startles slightly, pulling back just a bit like a kid caught sneaking dessert. "Sorry, eomma," he says quickly, grinning sheepishly as he gently withdraws his hand from your belly. "He kicked, I got distracted."

She steps forward, lightly swatting his shoulder with the whisk—not hard, but enough to make her point. "You're obsessed! Every time I look, you're just sitting there, staring at her stomach like it's a drama."

He laughs, rubbing his shoulder with exaggerated pain. "Can you blame me? He's my son."

Your mother huffs, though you catch the fond glimmer in her eyes as she turns to you. "And you," she adds, pointing the whisk at you now, "you let him keep you upstairs when I've been working hard in the kitchen!"

You raise your hands in surrender, giggling. "I tried to come down earlier. They both keep shutting me down."

She sighs dramatically, waving her hand. "Fine, fine, come now while the food is still warm. But if I see you two cuddling in the hallway again, I'm separating you like school kids."

Jungkook shoots you a quick glance, then leans in to whisper, "Worth it."

You nudge him with a smile as your mother turns to leave, mumbling something about "hopeless lovebirds," the whisk still in her hand as she disappears back toward the kitchen.

Jungkook grins after your mom disappears down the hall, then turns back to you with a soft shake of his head. "She's gonna start banning me from rooms soon," he jokes.

You laugh, shifting slightly to the edge of the bed, and as you do, he crouches down in front of you without a word. Carefully, he picks up your slippers and slides them onto your feet one by one, his hands warm and gentle against your ankles.

"There," he murmurs, brushing his fingers lightly along your calf before looking up at you with a boyish smile. "All set, my queen."

You raise a brow. "Slippers and royal titles? Who are you trying to impress?"

"Our son," he says proudly, helping you up with both hands. "He needs to know how well I treat his mom."

You roll your eyes fondly but let him lead you, his hand never leaving yours as the two of you make your way downstairs. His pace is slow, cautious, like he's silently reminding you he's right there in case you need him—even if it's just for a few steps.

The smell of food greets you halfway down, warm and rich and undeniably comforting. Jungkook looks over at you with a small smile, squeezing your hand gently. "Ready for another lecture if we're late?"

"Let's risk it," you tease, leaning a little closer as you both turn the corner toward the kitchen, where your mother's voice is already calling out something about rice being ready.

Usually, names like baby, my queen, or honey would've made you cringe—especially if it came from someone else, or worse, if you and Jungkook weren't actually together. But now? Coming from him, in that soft, low tone with his warm eyes and shy grin? It felt like a dream.

He'd say it so naturally, like the words were made just for you. And somehow, instead of feeling cheesy or over-the-top, it gave you butterflies every time. The kind that flutter deep in your stomach, different from the baby's kicks—something lighter, something just his.

Maybe it was the way he said it with such sincerity, or how he always followed it up with some small, sweet gesture—a kiss to your temple, rubbing your back absentmindedly, helping you into your slippers like it was second nature. It made every word feel earned. Gentle. Intimate.

And as he led you down the stairs, fingers loosely interlocked with yours, calling you "baby" again with that low laugh of his, all you could do was smile to yourself.

Because if this was your life now—his voice, that name, and this kind of love—you wouldn't change a single thing.

Jungkook gently guides you to your seat, his hand still resting protectively on the small of your back as you ease down into the chair. He crouches briefly to adjust your slippers again, making sure you're comfortable before he takes the seat next to you.

Your father leans over with a warm smile, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head—something he always used to do when you were younger, and somehow, now, it feels even more comforting. "Almost there," he says quietly, his voice full of emotion before he settles into the seat across from you, eyes crinkling with warmth as he glances between you and Jungkook.

Your mother, as if on cue, returns from the kitchen with her usual dramatic flair—apron still on, cheeks a little flushed from cooking—and begins setting down each dish with care. Steaming bowls of soup, perfectly grilled meats, banchan neatly arranged in little ceramic plates, and your personal favorite: her special seasoned rice she always makes when you're feeling nervous or in need of comfort.

"All of this for me?" you tease lightly, eyes wide as you take in the spread.

Your mom shoots you a playful look. "No, this is all for the baby boy who's been kicking like crazy. You're just the vessel, sweetheart."

Jungkook chuckles beside you, reaching out to pour you some water. "He's already spoiled, huh?"

Your mom places the last dish down, then swats his shoulder lightly with her towel. "He takes after you."

Everyone laughs, the table filling with warmth—not just from the food, but from the love that practically wrapped itself around all of you. And as Jungkook turns to help serve you first, carefully scooping meat onto your plate, you feel it again—this beautiful sense of being exactly where you're meant to be.

As everyone begins eating, your mother casually picks at her food before looking over at you with a knowing gaze, the kind only a mother can give. "By the way," she starts, dabbing her lips with a napkin, "I've already prepared meals for when you go into labor—and for after, too."

You blink, a little surprised. "Wait, really?"

She nods, taking a sip of her soup like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Of course. Giving birth is exhausting. You think I'd let you come home to nothing but takeout and tired legs?"

Jungkook perks up beside you, visibly impressed. "She's always ten steps ahead," he murmurs to you, grinning.

Your mom waves a hand, brushing off the compliment. "I've stocked the freezer with soups, side dishes, and some of your favorites. The seaweed soup is fresh—I'll make more after the baby is born, but at least you won't have to think about anything the first few days."

You stare at her, touched. "Eomma..."

She gives you a firm, loving look. "Don't 'Eomma' me like that. You'll thank me when you're tired, sore, and that baby is crying while Jungkook's panicking about diaper sizes."

"I won't panic," Jungkook says quickly, then glances at you with a smile. "Okay, maybe a little."

Your dad chuckles softly from across the table. "Trust me, she's serious about her post-labor food. She did the same for Mina's mom. You're in good hands."

You sit back slightly, hand on your belly, the warmth of your family wrapping around you almost as tightly as Jungkook's fingers around yours beneath the table. It was really happening. And somehow, even through the nerves... you were ready.

Your mother leans in a little, eyes softening but her tone turning serious—mom serious, the kind that means you better listen.

"And another thing," she says, pointing her chopsticks gently toward you, "you're going to lose a lot of blood when you give birth. It's normal, but it'll make you weak."

You glance at her, a little startled, but she gives you a calm smile. "Don't be scared. It happens to all of us—but that's why I'm already preparing. I'm going to make you lots of dishes with iron-rich meats, warm soups, and herbs to keep your body strong. You need to recover properly."

Jungkook stops mid-chew, immediately more alert. "How much blood are we talking?"

Your mom gives him a look. "Enough to make you faint if you don't eat well afterward."

You shoot him a small smile and say, "Don't faint on me in the delivery room."

He lets out a nervous laugh. "No promises."

Your mom chuckles and continues, "I'll also be making more of my special tea. The one you almost spat out but pretended was good?" Her eyebrows lift knowingly.

You groan. "It's... growing on me."

"Mmm," she hums, unconvinced. "Well, you'll be drinking more of it. It's good for circulation, recovery, and stress. You'll thank me when you're up and walking around faster than expected."

Jungkook squeezes your hand gently under the table. "I think I already owe her a lifetime supply of thank-yous."

Your mother smiles proudly, sitting back in her chair with that satisfied K-drama mom energy. "You're my daughter. I'll make sure you're strong enough to hold your baby without shaking."

You look at her, heart swelling, then down at your belly, already picturing the moment your baby boy is in your arms—and how lucky he'll be to have a grandma like her.

Just as you were about to take another bite of rice, your phone buzzes on the table beside you. You glance at it, still holding your chopsticks, and see a notification from Lily.

You quickly unlock your phone, and your eyes widen in disbelief as you see a picture of her—she's in a hospital bed, her face glowing with exhaustion but beaming with pure joy, holding her baby in her arms. The little bundle is wrapped in a soft blanket, and you can just barely make out the tiny hand peeking out.

You almost spit out your rice in shock but quickly swallow, your heart racing as you show Jungkook the picture. "Jungkook... Lily just gave birth. Look!"

His eyes flick to the screen immediately, his mouth pausing mid-bite as he processes the image. His expression shifts from surprise to pure awe as he looks at the picture, his eyes softening. "Already?" he murmurs, then glances at you, his tone gentle. "Wow... I can't believe it's happening so fast for her."

You nod, still in a bit of shock, your thumb scrolling through the message. "She looks so happy. I mean... this is so real now."

Your mom leans over to peek at your phone, her eyes sharp as she takes in the image. "Aish, she looks like she just gave birth! How did she look so calm?"

You laugh softly, shaking your head. "I don't know, but I need to call her. This is insane."

Jungkook leans back slightly, a grin tugging at his lips as he squeezes your hand. "Seems like our turn is next, huh?"

You nod, your heart full of excitement and a little nervous energy. "Yeah, it's really happening."

You quickly type out a response to Lily, heart racing with excitement for her, and then turn to Jungkook, eyes wide. "I really need to see Lily and congratulate her. I feel like I can't wait any longer!"

Jungkook hesitates, his concern evident. "Are you sure you're up for it? It's a bit of a walk, and I don't want you pushing yourself too hard, especially with how close we are."

Before you can respond, your mother, who's been quietly listening, sets down her chopsticks with a soft sigh. "She should go," she says firmly, looking at Jungkook with a knowing look. "She's been worrying about her friend this whole time, and now that the baby is born, it's only right she sees her."

Jungkook opens his mouth to protest but your mother continues, her tone softer. "Besides, it'll give you a break from looking after her. She'll be fine, I'll go with her if she needs help, and we can take it slow."

You nod, feeling relief from your mother's reassurance. "Yeah, I can handle it. Plus, Lily's family can't be here since she moved to Korea. She's been so alone through all of this... I just want to be there for her."

Jungkook lets out a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing. "I guess if you're going, I can't stop you. But promise me you won't push yourself. Take it slow and let me know if anything feels off."

Your mother smiles, looking satisfied. "She'll be fine, don't worry. I've made enough food for her, so I can bring it along, too. Give Lily something to help her regain her strength."

You grin, feeling a wave of appreciation for your mom's care. "Thanks, Mom. You really thought of everything."

Jungkook still looks a little worried, but he nods reluctantly. "Okay, just... stay safe. I'll be waiting for you to get back."

As you get up, ready to head out, you feel grateful—grateful for your mother's support, for Jungkook's concern, and for the friendship you share with Lily. "I'll be back soon," you assure him, turning to your mom, "Let's go give her a visit."

As you stand up, ready to head out, Jungkook moves toward you without a word, his movements gentle yet focused. He kneels down in front of you, his fingers brushing over the edge of your shoes. "Let me help you," he murmurs, his eyes soft with concern.

He carefully slips your shoes on, tying them with practiced ease, then stands up, reaching for your jacket. "It's really cold out," he says, his voice low as he wraps the warm fabric around your shoulders. "I don't want you to get sick now."

You smile at him, touched by how attentive he is, especially with the cold winter air creeping in. "Thank you," you say, a little quieter than usual, feeling the warmth of his care spread through you.

He adjusts the collar of your jacket, making sure it's snug, before stepping back, his hand brushing lightly against yours. "Stay warm. If you feel too cold or anything, don't hesitate to turn back. You don't need to push yourself."

With a grateful smile, you nod. "I won't, I promise."

After a beat, he reaches up to kiss your forehead, his lips soft and reassuring. "Take care of yourself, okay? And text me when you get there."

You nod, feeling a little better with each reassuring word, as your mother gathers the food she prepared, ready for the visit to Lily. With one last glance at Jungkook, you feel the warmth from him linger, even as you step out the door into the chilly winter air.

Your mother gently helps you into the passenger seat of her car, her hands steady and supportive. She makes sure you're comfortable before sliding into the driver's seat, adjusting the mirrors and starting the engine. As the car hums to life, she looks at you with a concerned but loving smile. "You'll be okay, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you."

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "I'm fine, Eomma. Just a little excited to see Lily. She's probably exhausted, but I really want to be there for her."

Your mother gives a small hum of agreement, her hands firm on the wheel. "I know, darling. And that's why I'm here. We'll get there, and you'll be just fine. Don't worry about a thing."

You hold the bag of food she prepared for Lily in your lap, the familiar smell of her cooking comforting as always. "I'm glad you made all this. I know it'll help her. She's been so lonely with her family far away."

Your mother glances at you briefly before focusing back on the road. "Of course. I can't stand the thought of her being alone with a newborn. I'm sure she'll appreciate the food. It'll help her recover, and you know it's not just about the body—she needs the comfort, too."

You smile at her, feeling lucky to have such a thoughtful mother. "I know. I just want to make sure she's okay. This is such a big change for her."

The drive feels shorter than you expected as you chat, your mother's presence calming your nerves. Before long, you give her directions to the hospital, the building coming into view as you pull into the parking lot.

As she parks the car, your heart begins to race a little. "We're here," you say softly, glancing at your mom.

She pats your knee gently. "We are. Let's go make sure your friend feels loved and cared for."

With a deep breath, you gather the bag of food and open the car door, ready to see Lily, ready to offer your support—and feeling even more connected to the small but growing family around you.

As you make your way to the entrance of the hospital, you spot Lily's husband standing outside, pacing a little, his face lighting up as he sees you approach. His excitement is almost palpable, and before you can say anything, he steps forward and gives you a soft hug, his voice filled with happiness.

"Y/n!" he exclaims, pulling away just enough to look at you with a grin. "You made it! You have no idea how happy I am to see you. Lily's going to be so excited!"

You smile, still trying to take in everything, and ask, "How is she? And the baby?"

His grin only grows wider as he nods, a laugh escaping him. "Her water broke randomly during dinner last night, can you believe it? We didn't expect it at all. I was in shock, but I'm just so happy now. The baby's healthy, and he weighs about 7 pounds, 3 ounces. He's a little big but perfectly fine."

You feel a rush of happiness for them, your heart swelling with joy. "That's amazing!" you say, your voice soft but full of excitement. "I can't wait to meet him."

He nods eagerly. "She's in her room now, just relaxing and scrolling through her phone. You can go see her. She'll be thrilled."

With a gentle squeeze of his arm, you thank him and head down the hallway toward Lily's room. Your mind races, eager to see her, to hold the baby, and to offer her the support she's given you throughout your pregnancy.

When you reach the door to her room, you knock softly before stepping inside. There she is—sitting in her hospital bed, her hair a bit messy but her smile wide and glowing as she looks up at you. "Y/n!" she exclaims, pushing herself up a little, her voice a mix of exhaustion and joy. "You came!"

You walk in with the bag of food your mom prepared, smiling back at her. "Of course I came. I had to see you and the baby!"

Lily's smile only widens, and she pats the side of her bed. "Come sit with me, I'm just scrolling through photos of him. I can't stop looking at him. And... I could use some of that food your mom made!"

You laugh softly, setting the food down on the bedside table before sitting down next to her. "I brought food for both of you. And I'm so glad you're okay."

She takes a deep breath, still gazing at her phone before glancing back at you. "I'm good, just tired. But I'm so happy. This little one has changed everything, Y/n."

As she speaks, you feel a deep sense of connection—both to her and to the new little life she's holding in her arms. You're ready to offer her all the love and support she's given you during your own journey.

Your mother, always thoughtful, smiles warmly at Lily's husband before turning to you and saying, "I'll warm the food for you two. You stay with Lily." She gives you a gentle nod before heading out of the room, leaving you alone with Lily and her husband.

As the door closes behind her, you look over at Lily, still soaking in the reality of the moment. "So, how was it?" you ask softly, genuinely curious and wanting to know everything. "I mean... it's all so new, right? Was it what you expected?"

Lily lets out a small, tired laugh, her smile still bright despite the exhaustion in her eyes. She shifts slightly in the bed, her hand resting over her chest as if she's trying to gather her thoughts. "Honestly? It was nothing like I imagined, but at the same time, it was everything I needed. The pain... oh, it was something else. But when I saw him—when they placed him in my arms—it was all worth it."

She pauses for a moment, her eyes flickering to her husband, who stands by the window, watching the two of you with a proud expression. "I wasn't ready for the emotional rollercoaster. I mean, you hear about it, but you never really understand until you experience it. But now... now, I can't stop looking at him. He's just perfect."

You nod, your heart swelling as you listen to her, understanding her words on a deeper level. "I can't even imagine, but I'm so happy for you. I know you've been waiting for this moment."

Her husband chuckles softly, stepping closer and gently resting a hand on her shoulder. "She's been counting down the days. And now that he's here... well, I think we're both just trying to wrap our heads around it."

You smile warmly, feeling the shift in the room, the joy radiating from them both. "He's lucky to have you two. Really. And so am I... to be here with you both."

Lily's eyes soften as she looks at you, her exhaustion fading slightly as she smiles. "Thank you, Y/n. I'm so glad you came. It means the world to me, especially now."

Her husband steps in, breaking the moment gently as he grins. "Well, she's right. I think we all deserve a little bit of that food your mom made now. We've all earned it."

You laugh, feeling the warmth of the moment settle over you, and the three of you share a quiet, peaceful pause as your mother warms the food, the bond of friendship only growing stronger with each passing second.

You glance at Lily, feeling a bit sheepish as you apologize, "I'm so sorry, I didn't bring any gifts or anything. I just—well, I was so excited to see you and the baby, I guess it slipped my mind."

Lily smiles, her exhaustion melting away with the warmth of your words. "Don't worry about it at all, Y/n. Just being here means so much to me. And I'm sure you'll bring plenty of gifts later once I'm out of here, right?" she teases gently, her eyes glinting with humor.

Just as you're about to say more, the door opens, and your mother walks in, carrying the warm containers of food. She places them down on the small table beside the bed with a flourish. "I hope you're ready for this! I made some of my special dishes." She beams at Lily, excited for her to try everything. "You need something nourishing after all that hard work."

Lily, still propped up in bed, smiles warmly and gestures for your mom to come closer. "It's so nice to finally meet you, too! Y/n's told me a lot about you."

Your mother places the food down on the bedside table, clearly excited to share what she's prepared. "I hope you're ready for this! It's all homemade—so much goodness to help you regain your strength after everything. I made a little of everything, just in case!" She looks at Lily with a twinkle in her eye. "Y/n's always loved these dishes. I'm sure you'll enjoy them too."

Lily's eyes light up at the sight of the food, and she laughs softly. "Wow, it smells incredible! I didn't expect all this. Thank you so much."

Your mother beams at the praise. "You're very welcome! Now, I know you've been through a lot, so take your time eating. And I've made some extra of the special tea too, to help with recovery."

Lily's husband, standing by the window, grins and steps forward. "I'm just here to enjoy the food too, so don't mind me." He looks between your mother and Lily. "Thanks, really, for bringing this. It's perfect."

You feel a wave of warmth as you watch the interaction between your mother and Lily. Despite being a little nervous about how the meeting would go, everything seems to be falling into place perfectly. You smile softly, excited to see the bond forming between them.

Your mother gives you a quick wink before sitting down next to you. "I'm just happy to see you both looking so well."

Lily smiles, her exhaustion still visible but softened by the warmth of the moment. "I'm so grateful for everything, honestly. This—this makes everything so much easier."

You lean in a little, your curiosity piqued. "So, what's his name?" you ask softly, your eyes glancing down at the baby blanket draped over Lily's lap, imagining the little one that she's been waiting for.

Lily smiles, her eyes sparkling as she looks down at the baby in her arms. "His name is Jiwon," she says, her voice full of pride. "He takes after my husband's father. It's a name with a lot of meaning for our family."

You nod, smiling warmly. "Jiwon, that's such a beautiful name. It suits him already."

Her husband grins, his gaze tender as he looks at their son. "It's an old name in our family. My father always wanted one of his grandsons to carry it on. We're happy we could make that happen."

You can see the love and joy in their eyes as they look at their little boy, and the room is filled with a peaceful kind of warmth. "I'm sure he'll grow into it and make it even more meaningful," you add, feeling the bond between them all.

Lily laughs softly, her hand brushing over Jiwon's tiny hand. "I hope so. He's already perfect in my eyes."

Her husband chuckles, his voice full of affection. "We'll see. He's definitely got his work cut out for him—his grandma's going to expect him to be just as amazing as she always says I am."

You smile at their banter, feeling grateful to be part of such a special moment. "I'm so happy for you two," you say genuinely, "Jiwon's going to be surrounded by so much love."

Your mother, standing by the foot of the bed with her hands clasped excitedly, suddenly gasps, "Ah! We need to take a picture of this moment!" She's already reaching into her bag for her phone, beaming with pride at the scene—Lily in bed cradling baby Jiwon, you seated close beside her, and the warm tray of food she brought still steaming on the side.

You blink, mid-sip of water, cheeks puffed slightly in surprise as you swallow. "Mom," you mumble, slightly embarrassed, "do we have to?"

She grins at you, completely unfazed. "Yes! This is your first time meeting Lily's baby—and I want to remember how cute and glowing you both looked before my food made you sleepy!"

Lily laughs softly, brushing a hand through her hair. "I don't mind. I actually think it's sweet."

You glance at her, then at your mother—who's now adjusting the curtains behind you to "let in more light"—and you sigh dramatically but can't help the smile tugging at your lips. "Fine," you mutter, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Just one, and no weird angles."

Your mother practically squeals as she lines up the shot. "Okay, okay—everyone say kimchi!"

Lily's husband chuckles, standing off to the side with his hands in his pockets. "I'll take one of all of you if you want," he offers.

Your mother gasps again. "Yes! Good idea! That way I can be in it too!"

You groan softly, but there's nothing but laughter and warmth in the room now—another moment added to this chapter of memories.

As soon as you step back into the house, Jungkook's already waiting in the hallway, his eyes immediately scanning over you like he's been on edge the whole time you were gone. Without saying a word, he gently helps you out of your jacket, his fingers brushing over your arms with that familiar, comforting tenderness.

"How was it?" he asks, his voice low and curious, gaze flicking up to your face as he hangs the jacket by the door. "Was she okay? The baby?"

You smile, still buzzing from the visit, your heart warm from seeing Lily and little Jiwon. "She was tired, but happy. And the baby—he's so tiny, Kook. Like... I didn't think they came that small."

He smiles, pulling you a little closer as he walks with you toward the living room. "Did you cry?"

You roll your eyes with a playful scoff. "Almost. My mom took a hundred pictures. It was her first time meeting Lily, so you know she had to make it a whole thing."

Jungkook chuckles, brushing some hair from your face as you both settle onto the couch. "Sounds about right. But I'm glad you got to see her." He rests his hand over your belly gently, as if grounding himself. "Made you more nervous? Or more excited?"

You glance down at his hand, then up at him, heart fluttering. "Both," you admit honestly. "But mostly... I can't wait."

He leans in, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Me neither."

You suddenly freeze mid-step, your hand instinctively shooting out to brace against the wall as a sharp, unfamiliar pain cuts through your lower belly. Your breath hitches, and your other hand flies to your stomach, fingers pressing gently as you try to steady yourself.

"Ah—" you groan softly, eyes squeezing shut.

Jungkook's head snaps toward you instantly, his smile vanishing as he rushes to your side. "Y/n?" His voice is urgent, his hands already on your arms to steady you. "What is it? What's wrong?"

You try to breathe through it, blinking through the discomfort as the sharpness slowly fades into a dull throb. "I... I don't know," you mumble, voice slightly strained. "It was just really sudden. Sharp. Like—like a cramp, but worse."

Jungkook's hand moves protectively over your bump, his eyes wide with concern. "Was that the baby? Are you okay? Do you want to sit? Lie down? Hospital?"

You nod slowly, trying to catch your breath. "Maybe I should just sit for a minute first," you murmur.

But Jungkook is already helping you to the couch, one arm tightly around your waist. "Okay. Just breathe, baby. We're gonna figure this out," he says, calmer now but still clearly on edge. "If it happens again—we're going. No question."

You ease yourself down onto the couch with Jungkook's help, your hands still gently resting on your bump as you focus on your breathing—slow, deep inhales through your nose, long exhales through your mouth.

And you can see it in his eyes—he's ready to carry you to the car himself if it means keeping you safe.

"Maybe it's just the baby kicking a little too hard," you mumble, half to yourself, half to calm Jungkook down. "He's been more active lately... maybe he just found a new spot to jab."

Jungkook crouches in front of you, his hands resting on your knees as he watches you closely, concern etched deep in his features. "You sure?" he asks, voice softer now. "It looked like it really hurt."

You nod slowly, still breathing through it. "It did... but it's passing. It's not like contractions, I don't think. Just sharp—maybe he flipped or kicked something weird. Maybe my bladder."

Jungkook lets out a small sigh, still tense but trusting your instincts. He shifts forward, resting a hand carefully over your bump. "Hey, baby," he whispers playfully to your belly, "let's keep it gentle, yeah? No scaring your mama like that."

You smile faintly, reaching down to rest your hand over his. The pain is fading, leaving only the dull pressure and the flutter of movement beneath your skin.

"I think I'm okay," you say quietly. "But keep the hospital bag near... just in case."

Jungkook nods, standing up and kissing your forehead. "It's already by the door. I'm not taking any chances."

Jungkook brushes his thumb gently over your hand before standing up. "I'm gonna get you some water, just in case," he says, his voice still laced with worry but trying to sound calm for your sake. "Stay right here. Don't move unless you need to, okay?"

You nod, giving him a soft smile. "Okay. I'm not going anywhere."

He leans down, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before heading toward the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder one more time to make sure you're alright. You catch him muttering to himself—something like, "Sharp pain... could be nothing. But still."

As he disappears around the corner, you rest your hand over your belly again, exhaling slowly as the baby shifts gently inside you. Whatever it was, it passed—for now—but your heart can't help but race just a little.

Your due date was close. Any day now...

You sit back into the couch cushions, your fingers absentmindedly stroking over your bump as your thoughts spiral. This pain—it wasn't like the usual little aches or morning nausea that came and went. It was sharp, sudden, and unfamiliar. Different.

You've had cramps, sure. And you're no stranger to discomfort at this stage in your pregnancy—but this? This felt like something else entirely. Not just a kick. Not just the baby stretching. It lingered for a moment too long... sharp enough to take your breath away, even if it faded.

Your gaze drifts toward the hallway where Jungkook disappeared, your heart picking up a little.

Was that the start of something?Or just your body getting ready?What if it's a sign?

You gently press your palm against your belly, as if silently asking your baby for answers. "Are you getting ready to meet us, huh?" you whisper.

The baby shifts slightly beneath your hand—nothing sharp, just a roll this time. Comforting. Still, that feeling lingers in the back of your mind. A sense of something. Not panic... but awareness.

You're not sure if it's time yet, but your body feels like it's trying to tell you something. And you know one thing for sure—you'll be keeping a close eye on every little twinge from now on.

The next day had come and gone smoothly, and now you stood in front of your mirror, brushing through your hair and applying light makeup. You wore a boho maxi dress—strappy, ruffled, flowy, open-back, and effortlessly elegant.

Behind you, Jungkook stood leaning against the doorway, arms loosely crossed, watching you with an adorably sulky expression.

"Why do you have to leave me?" he mumbled, stepping closer until he was right behind you. "It's not fair."

You met his eyes in the mirror, trying not to smile. "It's just for a few hours."

He pouted, resting his chin on your shoulder. "That's a few hours too many. I'm clingy now. You made me like this."

You laughed softly. "I didn't make you like anything."

"Yes, you did," he said with a dramatic sigh. "Look at you. Looking like a dream in that dress and then just... leaving me."

You leaned back slightly into his chest. "I'll be back. You'll survive."

"Barely."

You glance at him through the mirror, raising an amused brow. "You're acting like I'm the one leaving, when really—you're ditching me."

Jungkook's head snaps up, eyes wide. "What? No, I'm not—"

You turn to face him fully, hands on your hips. "You're going shopping with the rest of the family. I'm staying home."

He pauses, eyes narrowing. "...Oh."

You smirk, poking his chest lightly. "Exactly. So if anyone should be whining, it's me."

He huffs, clearly still not over it, even if you're technically right. "Okay, but it's still not fair. You're gonna look this good and just sit at home?"

You laugh. "Well, I won't be alone. Your mom's coming over to catch up for a bit."

That makes his expression soften. "Really?"

"Yeah. She texted earlier—wants to talk and spend some time before the baby comes."

Jungkook nods, finally giving in, though still not totally thrilled. "Alright... but only because it's my mom. If it was anyone else, I'd call in fake sick and stay."

You roll your eyes. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm in love," he corrects, kissing your cheek before pulling you into a quick hug. "Big difference."

Jungkook lets out a dramatic sigh as he rests his forehead lightly against your shoulder. "I'm only going because your mom basically threatened me with that mom voice," he grumbles, clearly still not over it.

You try to hold in your laugh. "She did say it was important."

"She said, 'You've been glued to her side like a puppy, go breathe some air before the baby's here.' I mean... was that not personal?"

You smirk, brushing a hand over his hair. "She's not wrong though."

He groans, then mumbles, "And your dad said he wants to 'see the Seoul' like it's a tourist attraction. What does that even mean?"

You burst out laughing this time. "It means he wants to walk every block of the city, eat everything twice, and probably ask strangers where the best kimchi is."

Jungkook makes a face. "Exactly. I'm going to be carrying bags while your dad quizzes locals. And I won't even have you to suffer with."

You turn around and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his chest. "I'll be suffering too—alone—with your mom and a belly the size of a watermelon."

He grins down at you, finally giving in. "Fine. But you better miss me."

"Every second," you tease.

"I'm holding you to that."

You turn away from him with a soft smile, giving his chest a gentle pat. "Go shower, Jungkook. Before my mom thinks you've actually merged with the furniture."

He groans playfully but finally steps back, dragging his feet like a sulky kid. "Fine, fine... but don't forget about me while I'm in there."

You roll your eyes, watching him disappear toward the bathroom before turning back to the mirror.

Your soft curls framed your face perfectly now, bouncing gently as you moved. You checked them once more with your fingers, smoothing out any frizz before reaching for your lip gloss. With a gentle swipe of the wand, your lips caught the light—subtle but shiny, just enough to pull everything together.

You tilted your head, inspecting the final look. Flowy boho dress, hair done, makeup light and fresh—you looked like you were glowing. Or maybe that was just the pregnancy.

Either way, you looked and felt like you. Calm. Ready. And a little curious about what Jungkook's mom might have to say when she arrives.

You glance up from your phone as Jungkook enters, looking effortlessly stylish in all black. His black button-down shirt is casually left open at the collar, revealing a crisp white undershirt beneath. The slim-fit black jeans hug his frame perfectly, and the chunky black boots he's wearing add just the right amount of edge. A black belt with a silver buckle ties the outfit together, and it all fits him so naturally.

He pauses in front of the mirror, spraying his cologne into the air, the scent faint yet strong enough to linger in the room as he adjusts his already perfectly styled hair. You watch as he rolls up his sleeves a little, revealing more of his tattoos, and the movement makes your gaze linger.

You can't help but be drawn to the intricate ink on his arms, the way the light hits his piercings, and the confident, easy grace with which he carries himself. You inhale slowly, catching the mix of cologne and him in the air, and for a moment, everything around you fades. It's a blend of familiarity and raw attraction, making your heart beat a little faster as you take him all in.

Jungkook turns to you, pulling you into a warm, tight hug, his arms enveloping you completely. As you breathe in his familiar scent—strong cologne with a hint of him—you close your eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of him so close.

He lets out a quiet sigh, his chin resting lightly on the top of your head. You glance up at him, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, your voice soft but playful. "Am I really letting you go with my mom? You just want to stay with me, don't you?"

He meets your gaze, his expression soft but with a hint of reluctance. "Honestly, yeah. I'd rather just stay here with you."

A smile tugs at your lips. You run a hand over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. "It's just for a few hours," you remind him, though you can hear the truth in his words.

Jungkook frowns slightly, his arms tightening around you. "Still, it's not the same without you. You're making it hard to leave."

You laugh, pressing your cheek to his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart. "You'll be fine," you tease, though you understand. "And I'll be here waiting when you get back."

He sighs again, reluctant to let go. "I know... but I'd rather stay with you."

You smile up at him again, giving his hand a soft squeeze. "I'll miss you, too. But you'll be back soon. And we'll have our time later."

With one last lingering kiss to your forehead, he nods, though you can tell he's still not thrilled to leave. "Okay. I'll go... but I'll be counting down the hours until I'm back with you."

Jungkook kisses you deeply, the warmth of his lips and the faint taste of mint from his toothpaste lingering on yours. His hands slide slowly up your waist, pulling you closer, even though the slight bump of your stomach is in the way. He doesn't seem to mind, his grip firm but gentle, as if he's trying to keep you as close as possible.

You keep your hands at the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair as you kiss him back, savoring the closeness. His lips are soft against yours, and you feel the familiar flutter in your chest. The moment stretches on, time slipping away as you both get lost in the quiet intimacy of the kiss.

When you finally pull back, you softly wipe the gloss off his lips with your thumb, the action almost automatic as you smile up at him, feeling your cheeks warm from the kiss.

He looks at you with a slightly dazed expression, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and longing. "I swear, you're making it harder to leave," he murmurs, voice low and hoarse.

You chuckle softly, wiping the rest of the gloss off your finger. "Well, maybe next time, we'll have a better reason to stay in."

You give him a playful smile, your eyes scanning his outfit. "You look like a dad in this," you tease, your hands sliding up and down his arms, feeling the soft material of his shirt against your fingers. As you move, you can't help but notice the way his muscles shift beneath the fabric, a subtle reminder of his strength.

Jungkook lets out a soft groan, a faint frown forming on his face. "I've lost a lot of my muscles lately," he admits, his voice sounding a bit frustrated. "With everything going on, I haven't had time to work out."

You stop your movements, looking up at him with a teasing grin. "Well, I think you still look great, even if you're not hitting the gym like before," you say, your fingers brushing over his biceps. "You've got that dad vibe going—strong but effortlessly chill."

He smirks at your words, shaking his head slightly. "I don't know if I'm ready for the 'dad' look yet."

You laugh softly, leaning in to place a quick kiss on his cheek. "You're definitely on your way," you tease. "But for now, you still have that perfect balance of handsome and strong."

Jungkook's expression softens, and he gives you a playful squeeze around your waist. "Guess I can live with that," he says with a wink, clearly warming up to the idea.

You both turn at the sound of your mother calling out Jungkook's name from downstairs. "Jungkook! Hurry up, we need to leave soon and come back before it gets too late!" she groans, sounding a little impatient, but with that familiar caring tone.

Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes playfully. "I swear, she acts like I'm the one delaying everything," he mutters, shaking his head.

You can't help but smile at his frustration. "Well, you know how she gets when it's time for a family outing."

He chuckles, giving you one last lingering kiss on the cheek. "Guess I'm off, then. You're in good hands with her," he says, before heading toward the door.

"Be safe, okay? And hurry back," you call out to him.

He looks back over his shoulder, offering a soft, reassuring smile. "I will. Love you."

You smile back, feeling a warmth in your chest. "Love you, too."

The house suddenly felt quiet, the usual buzz of activity now replaced by a peaceful stillness. You walked slowly over to the window, peeking through the curtains, and watched as Jungkook's car pulled away from the driveway. His mother sat in the passenger seat, and Jungkook, looking as relaxed as always despite the slight rush, drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on the armrest.

You could barely see his face, but you knew the slight tension in his shoulders as he pulled away was a mix of him not wanting to leave and the responsibility of having to help your family.

You watched for a moment longer, the car disappearing around the corner, before you pulled away from the window. The quiet of the house was oddly comforting, but you couldn't shake the small feeling of loneliness that crept up on you now that he was gone.

"Just a few hours," you whispered to yourself, letting out a soft sigh. It wasn't long, but you could already feel the space he left behind.

You walked down the stairs, your footsteps soft on the floor, when you suddenly heard a faint knock on the door. You froze for a moment, surprised by the sound, but quickly made your way to the door and opened it.

Standing there was Jungkook's mother, her warm smile greeting you instantly. "I figured I'd drop by and check on you while Jungkook's out," she said, her voice filled with that gentle, caring tone that always made you feel at ease.

She held a small basket in her hands, filled with something wrapped in a cloth. "I brought you some tea and a few things I thought you might like. You should be resting, not just waiting around. Plus, I don't mind keeping you company."

You smile, feeling a wave of comfort wash over you. "Thank you so much. It's really kind of you to come by."

She nods, stepping inside as you step back to let her in. "Of course. I'm happy to help. How have you been feeling? Still resting like you should?"

You nod, feeling grateful for the visit. "I've been okay. Just a little quiet now that they've all gone out."

"So, how are you feeling about the baby? It must feel like everything is happening so quickly now," she says, her voice full of anticipation.

You nod, your hands instinctively resting on your stomach. "It feels surreal. Some days it's hard to believe how close we are to meeting him. I'm really excited, though. A little nervous, but mostly just... happy."

She gives you an understanding smile. "It's completely natural to feel that way. You'll do great. Jungkook will be right by your side through everything, and you'll have all the support you need."

You smile at the thought of Jungkook. "I know. He's been amazing. It's just crazy how fast everything's coming up now. I feel like one moment I'm preparing, and the next, he'll be here."

"That's the beauty of it," she says with a chuckle. "The baby will arrive when it's meant to, and it'll be such a joy. I can already see how loved he'll be."

You laugh softly, feeling a rush of excitement and warmth. "I really can't wait to meet him. I feel like I know him already, but I still have so many things I want to learn about him." You pause, your hand resting on your stomach again. "It's just... amazing, you know? The thought of being a mother."

Her eyes glisten with warmth as she nods. "I know exactly what you mean. Being a mother changes you in ways you can't even imagine. And you'll be an amazing one. Jungkook's a lucky man, and the baby's already so fortunate to have you."

Your heart swells at her words. "Thank you. That means a lot."

She leans back, her hands resting gently on her lap. "Jungkook talks about you and the baby all the time, you know. He's so excited and ready for this new chapter. I think he's going to be a great father."

You smile, a soft laugh escaping you. "He's already so caring. I can't imagine him being anything less than great."

She gives you a knowing look. "That's how it should be. You two have a strong bond, and that's the foundation for everything."

You feel a wave of contentment wash over you as the two of you continue to chat, the conversation moving from one topic to the next. It's comforting, hearing her thoughts and sharing your own as you look forward to the days ahead.

She beams at you, her face lighting up with genuine excitement. "I'm just so happy, you know?" she says, her voice filled with warmth. "Another grandson, and this time from Jungkook! It's such a beautiful thing to think about. He's always been the sweetest boy, and now, seeing him becoming a father... it's like everything is falling into place perfectly."

You smile, feeling the joy in her words and the love she has for Jungkook. "I can already see how much he's going to love being a dad. He's been so attentive and caring, even just through this whole pregnancy."

She nods, her eyes twinkling with affection. "Oh, I know. He'll be amazing. He always had that gentle side, but now it's like it's coming out even more. He'll be so protective over the baby, I'm sure."

You nod in agreement, already picturing him with the baby in his arms, his gentle, loving nature shining through. "He definitely will be. I can already tell he's going to be so hands-on and involved."

Her smile widens, and she places a hand on yours reassuringly. "I'm so glad you two have each other. It's going to be such a beautiful journey for both of you. And with him becoming a father... I think this is just the beginning of a new chapter full of love, happiness, and so many precious moments."

You can't help but feel emotional hearing her speak so kindly about both you and Jungkook. "Thank you, that means a lot to me."

She pats your hand gently, her face softening. "I'm just so happy for you both. This little boy is going to have so much love surrounding him. He's lucky to have both of you as his parents."

As she speaks, you suddenly feel a sharp pain, stronger than before. It's not the usual cramp or discomfort you've been feeling; this is different, more intense and ongoing. You wince, trying to push through it, but something feels off.

You place your hand on your stomach, the pain intensifying for a brief moment. Then, to your horror, you feel something drip. You quickly look down and notice the wetness—an unmistakable sign that something's happening. Your heart skips a beat.

Jungkook's mother looks at you, noticing the change in your expression, her eyes widening with concern. "What's wrong?" she asks, her voice immediately turning serious. "Are you okay?"

You swallow hard, trying to steady yourself. "I... I think it's starting," you say softly, trying to hide the panic that's beginning to rise in your chest.

Jungkook's mother immediately recognizes the urgency in your voice and expression. Without missing a beat, she rushes over to you, her eyes wide with concern. "Don't worry, we'll get you to the hospital," she says, her voice calm but hurried.

Through the pain, you try to steady yourself, but it's growing harder to think clearly. Your first instinct is to reach for Jungkook, to tell him everything, to have him with you.

You groan as another wave of pain hits, holding your stomach tighter. Your hands shake, and you struggle to steady your breath. "I need... I need to call Jungkook," you manage to say, gritting your teeth against the pain.

Jungkook's mother nods quickly, understanding the urgency. She guides you to the phone, helping you hold it steady as you reach for it, your hands trembling. She stands by you, her gaze never leaving you, ready to act.

With a shaky breath, you dial Jungkook's number, your fingers fumbling slightly as the phone rings. You try to focus through the pain, hoping he'll answer quickly.

Jungkook's mother quickly takes the phone from your hand, her voice calm but urgent as she speaks to him. "Jungkook, she's in labor. The baby's coming. We're on our way to the hospital now. Hurry, get here as soon as you can."

You can hear Jungkook's voice in the background, his tone full of panic and concern, but before you can make out his words, your focus shifts entirely back to the pain coursing through you.

Another wave hits, more intense this time, and you can't help but whimper. You grab onto anything near you for support—Jungkook's mother, the wall, anything that will hold you steady as your body tightens with each painful contraction.

"Come on, dear, let's go," she says softly but firmly, helping you up, her arm around your waist to support you as she moves quickly towards the door. You wince with each step, struggling to keep your breathing steady.

Your vision blurs slightly as the pain intensifies, but you let her guide you into the car, sliding into the seat as you brace yourself for what's to come. Jungkook's mother doesn't waste any time; she's already starting the car, her focus on getting you to the hospital as quickly as possible.

With every bump and turn, the pain grows more unbearable, but you try to focus on the fact that this is it—the moment you've been preparing for. And soon, you'll be holding your baby boy.

As you settle into the car, the sharp pain makes it hard to focus, but you manage to push through, breathing heavily. You glance at Jungkook's mother, panic starting to creep into your voice. "My... my baby bag," you say breathlessly, your hand pressing against your stomach as another wave of pain hits. "It's... in the hallway... on the chair... near the door."

Jungkook's mother immediately nods, her face a mix of concern and determination. "Okay, I'll grab it," she says quickly, her hands moving with efficiency as she parks the car for just a moment. She hurries out and in seconds, she's back with the bag, making sure everything is packed properly before returning to the driver's seat.

"Don't worry, I've got it," she reassures you, her calm voice offering some comfort as she pulls back onto the road.

You lean back in the seat, trying to relax and focus on your breathing, but the pain is overwhelming. You can feel the anticipation building with each contraction. Your baby is almost here.

The reality hits you hard as you sit there, gripping your stomach, trying to focus on your breath while the pain intensifies. You can feel every shift, every tightening of your muscles, and the weight of what's happening sinks in deeper. This is really happening. Your baby is coming.

You breathe in, then out, as best as you can, but each breath feels like it's not enough. The car moves quickly, the world outside a blur as Jungkook's mother drives with urgency, her focus solely on getting you to the hospital.

Another sharp pain hits, and you wince, squeezing your eyes shut as you grip the seat. The pain is so much more intense than anything you've felt before. "I can't... I can't...," you whisper, almost to yourself, the words caught in your throat as you try to steady your breath.

Jungkook's mother glances over at you, her expression full of concern, but she says nothing. She just keeps driving, her hands steady on the wheel, her eyes focused on the road ahead. "You're doing great," she says softly, trying to reassure you, but it's hard to focus on anything other than the pain.

You nod, trying to reassure yourself. The baby is almost here. You just need to hold on a little longer.

Jungkook's mother doesn't waste any time. As soon as she parks the car, she rushes around to your side, her hands gentle but urgent as she helps you out of the car. Every step feels like an eternity, but you push through, gripping her arm for support as she leads you inside.

The moment you step through the doors, the urgency in your steps catches the attention of the hospital staff. A nurse quickly approaches, her expression immediately turning serious as she sees the pain written across your face.

"Is it time?" she asks, her voice calm but full of professionalism. Jungkook's mother nods quickly, confirming the situation. "Yes, she's in labor, and it's progressing fast."

Within seconds, more doctors and nurses appear, guiding you through the hallway with swift movements. The staff seems to move as if they've been expecting you, everything feeling like a blur as they prepare the delivery room.

Jungkook's mother stays close by, holding your hand, her voice soothing, though you can tell she's anxious too. "You're almost there, dear," she says softly, her eyes never leaving you as the team gets you settled into the room.

The pain is still overwhelming, but you can feel the environment shift, the presence of the medical team offering some comfort. You're so close now. Your baby is coming.

Jungkook rushes through the hospital, his face etched with worry and anxiety as he looks for his mother. When he finally spots her, he nearly jogs over, breathless. "Mom, how is she? Where is she? Is everything okay?" His voice cracks slightly, filled with concern.

His mother looks at him, her expression a mix of relief and worry. "She's in the delivery room now, Jungkook. They're taking care of her. It's happening fast, but she's in good hands." She grabs his arm, guiding him toward the hallway where they can hear the quiet bustle of the medical team preparing. "You need to be strong now. Your baby is almost here."

Jungkook's heart races, but he nods, trying to keep his composure. He breathes out slowly, trying to calm himself. "I just—" He cuts himself off, shaking his head. "I just need to be with her. I need to be there."

His mother squeezes his arm. "You will be, don't worry. Let's go."

The two of them hurry toward the delivery room, Jungkook's thoughts racing, his mind on nothing but you and the baby.