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"It's okay, jagiya," Chanyeol assured. "I got you."

He felt Baekhyun nod under his chin. They stayed in position for a while: Baekhyun curled on Chanyeol's lab as the giant comforted the elder. Chanyeol's eyes dart at the clock on Baekhyun's bedside table; the numbers 1:04 staring back at him. Baekhyun snuggled closer to his husband, the strong broad arms that supported him no matter what. 

"Yeollie," Baekhyun mumbles, looking up at his husband with worried eyes.

"Yes, Baek?"

"I'm," a pause, "We're..."

"We're?"

And four words was it took for Chanyeol to be grinning ear to ear at the feeble words that left his lover's lips: We're two months pregnant.

No words exchanged. The taller bent down and captured the elder's lips in a sweet chaste, gently pulling the latter down onto the bed with him. It wasn't rushed, nor quick. It was like a slow dance. Just two lovers with the tempo of mixed feelings of silent thank yous and unconditional love and happiness through feverish kisses.

©italiics 2017

originally a one-shot; changed it to a drabble

chapter list (ongoing):

1. 1:04 AM

2. 7:05 AM

3. 9:00 PM