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BabyDaddyHyunwoo is on the brain at the moment. I only say Baby Daddy to make it apparent that you have a child or two with him, but he most definitely put a ring on it.
Youre in the kitchen, barefoot and heavily pregnant, teetering towards the end of your third trimester. It’s early evening and the sun is coming through the windows, emitting its golden hour glow all over the room.
Hyunwoo had just come home from the job as you began working over the cutting board, slicing vegetables for dinner. You knew he was in the house when you heard the keys jingle in his hand when he came in from the garage.
“Babe?!” he called to you in his usual way, as if you wouldnt be there. And you respond to his greeting over your music, instructing Alexa to decrease the volume a little.
“I'm in the kitchen!” you yell back.
Butter bubbles and pops in the skillet as you added ginger and garlic to the pan, briskly spreading the aromatics around while humming softly to yourself. Brined chicken thighs wait to be seasoned in a bowl in the sink, an assortment of veggies still needing to be cut soon to join it. Hyunwoo never came to you after you told him where you were but it wasnt concerning. He just liked knowing where you were, it seemed. Once your location was confirmed, he’d want to shed his work clothes and ‘defunk his body’ before touching you.
You didnt expect to see him as it was also typical for him to greet the boys, poking his head in their rooms and making sure they’ve completed their homework or chores since he would normally find them on the PlayStation around this time.
Abiut four songs pass and you’ve added the chicken thighs and veggies to the skillet, searing the skin to a golden brown as you spooned the garlic butter over it. You were so caught up in the task, you were clueless to the gorgeous onlooker leaning in the door frame.
“God, youre sexy..” your husband says to himself.
You’d disagree but Hyunwoo would take you bare-faced, hair tied up, in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of his sweat pants you adopted because nothing of yours fit anymore, over you being dolled up any day.
Hell, he’d marry you again just like this if you let him, being the most beautiful he’d ever seen you.
It amuses him that you hadnt noticed him standing there, so he enjoyed the show you put on while you cooked. Mumbling along to the tune filling the kitchen, wagging your head and swaying your hips.
You grunt tiredly as you lift the cast iron skillet from the fire with the thick oven mit grasping the coarse handle, bending your body cautiously to place it inside the oven. The door creaks when you shut it and you grimace at the effort it took to even stand up straight. Everything was uncomfortable these days. Sitting. Standing. Walking. Breathing.
It wasnt really up to him but you were grateful when Hyunwoo agreed that this would be your last baby. You finally had your girl who would bring some balance amidst all the testosterone in your home. Apart from the mental and physical toll, you were just over it all.
Pregnancy is ghetto.
You huff at the revelation for the umpteenth time before giving yourself a little pep talk as you straightened up.
It nearly startled you to feel your husband’s wide hands curling over your hips. The smell of his deep woodsy body wash surrounds you, calming your galloping heart instantly. He presses his pelvis firmly agaisnt the curve of your backside, his lips finding your neck as he held you.
“Hi Beautiful.” he just about whispered to you, his a hands rubbing your hips and booty shamelessly while pecking his lips against your sensitive skin.
You smile at the sensation of home you felt when he touches you and reach up to caress the back of his head, his hair still a little damp from his shower.
“Hi handsome. Dinner should be ready in about 20 minutes” you scratch his scalp lovingly.
Hyunwoo hums with his mouth still connected to your neck, suckling you gently before uttering a response.
“M’kay. Smells good.” he pauses his kisses, trailing them up to the spot just below your earlobe. A chill runs down your spine, a typical reaction to Hyunwoo’s affection.
“How are my girls?” he changes the subject swiftly. One of those bold hands comes around to rub over the globe of your baby bump and you swear you feel the baby flutter under his palm. You smirk at the thought.
“Heavy. Me mostly. Peanut probably is no more than 6 pounds but I swear she feels like 20 ” you pout, although the humor in your voice is clear. Hyunwoo says nothing in response, merely nosing at your neck, most likely smelling the floral notes from your skin. He rubbed your belly empathetically, an odd feeling of guilt coming over him. He’d watched you go through this two times before and it never got easier for you.
Many times he wished he could swap places and carry the load of life, but of course he couldnt. Made him feel so helpless.
“Almost done, baby. You’ve done so well..” he sighs against you, gathering the shirt covering you with his fingers for him to slip his hand under it. The skin to skin was comforting for the both of you.
“Almost isnt soon enough..” you whimper pitifully, dropping the hand that cradled his head to lay on top of the one against your bump. You pat his hand affectionately while turning your head to offer him your lips. He takes them gladly, almost growling at the softness of them before you pull away.
“Alright. Theres a pile of laundry on the couch that wont fold itself..” you attempt to step out of Hyunwoo’s hold, but he doesnt budge.
“Leave it. “
You laugh.
“And what would that solve? You want clean underwear, dont you?” you turn your head again to look at him and he shrugs.
“There’s nothing to solve. I’ll do it. You should relax.”
“I cant. Sitting still makes me anxious. Side effect of nesting.” you quip.
“You can nest tomorrow.” Hyunwoo counters, the way he held onto you possessively making you feel things. Despite it, you try to escape him again but his hold on you is firm, making you huff in mild frustraion.
“Hyunwoo.” you warn but his gaurd on your baby bump doubles as his other hand comes around on it.
“Just wait” you hear him say, the curve of his smile brushing over the shell of your ear.
“For what?” you mirror his expression.
“I wanna try something..” he mutters calmly.
You hum curiously and are about to repeat your question when the feeling of Hyunwoo’s hands cupping the underside of your belly makes you go quiet. He applies gentle pressure while pushing it up, effectively lifting your belly and taking the brunt of its weight off of your lower spine and pelvic bones.
You let out a long sigh of relief immediately, your head falling back against Hyunwoo’s shoulder.
“Oh.....oh wow..” you slur and the rumble of Hyunwoo’s chuckle vibrates against your back. He kisses your temple before resting the side of his face on yours, continuing to hold your belly up for you.
He’d seen a few people do the same thing for pregnant women on the internet more than once and knew he had to try it. The way they would melt the second the pressure of their heavy bellies confirmed it to be a sure thing for him tl do for you. And he was so happy to be right.
You make another elated sound under your breath and Hyunwoo hugged his arms under your belly a little higher. Nothing more was said after that. Music played. Dinner simmered in the oven, emitting its delicioys aromas throughout the house.
And the two of you remained close to each other, swaying in a silent dance of comfort for who knows how long.