It had been 21 days since Leeteuk left. Since your husband had walked out to be with his new lover. His old band members hadn't heard from him, but they had all been over to comfort you. Ryeowook and Yesung had practically lived there over the past 3 weeks, they hated the idea of you being alone, so they had slept in the living room, keeping you company. There had been  no communication from Leeteuk's sister or parents, and you wondered if they knew anything that had been going on with you. 
"What's going to happen when I give birth?" You frequently asked any member who would listen. Nobody ever gave you a straight answer. They'd give feeble, one worded suggestions and change the subject. You guessed they didn't know either. Or that they knew what would happen, the worst possible case. You would be left to raise your child alone, a single, struggling, divorced mother, while the father lived in luxury with his new woman. The thought made you sick to your stomach. But you tried to distract yourself, preparing your child's room, finishes touches, buying last minute clothes and furniture. 'This baby needs me' you would repeat to yourself, any time Leeteuk managed to crawl back into your thoughts.

On the 23rd day of Leeteuk's absence, you were sitting in your living room, curled up on the sofa with Ryeowook, Yesung and Kangin, eating ice cream and watching a TV soap that Kibum was in. "Is that Kibum? What did he do with his hair?" Yesung groaned, stretching out after over eating. "Yeah, shh!" Kangin grunted back, gently pushing Yesung, while resulted in a play fight. Ryeowook shyly watched from your left side, fingertips bouncing up and down on your large stomach. You took your eyes from the tv drama, watching Kangin pin Yesung down in seconds and laugh, "You never had a chance." And slide back onto the sofa, taking Yesung's place, which was next to you. Amazingly, you didn't feel awkward around Kangin. You hadn't been around in the Super Junior days, but whenever you had seen him on the tv, you had always felt quite threatened, but in real life, he was a sweetheart. "Settle Yesung," Ryeowook yawned, pulling the elder between his legs, hugging him from behind. "Typical Yewook pose!" You couldn't help from yelling, earning a hearty laugh from Kangin, and two embarrassed looks from Yesung and Wookie. "We thought we hid it so well.." Yesung muttered, which made Ryeowook giggle. "Guess not." And he yawned again. "Hey, I'm pretty tired, where can I sleep?" Wookie asked, closing his eyes and leaning on the arm of the sofa. 'Damn,' you thought to yourself, you were currently lying on his 'bed'. "Just go sleep in our-my bedroom." You corrected yourself. And after a few quick hugs and kisses, you and Kangin said goodnight to the sleepy lovers, and put your attention back to the tv drama.

As the drama drew to a close, leaving the night's episode on a cliff-hanger, Kangin rose to turn the tv off. "You want some tea?" You asked sleepily, forcing yourself to stand up. "No, no, I'll get it." Kangin rushed, helping you to sit back down. With your tiredness, you did not refuse, and happily sat there while Kangin rummaged about in your kitchen, looking for cups. "The cupboard in the very left, Kangin!" You called through, hearing him clatter about. As you heard the kettle boil, you heard Kangin softly singing "Mr Simple" to himself, hitting the notes with ease. "Would you have liked to be in that video?" You shouted through to the kitchen. There was no reply. The only sound was the very soft flowing of the boiling water, and his soft footsteps as he returned through, carrying two mugs of tea. "With all my heart." And he sat down next to you, holding his mug tightly. A few minutes of silence went past, the only noise being the meek sipping of tea, and breathing. Kangin let out an usually awkward cough, and you turned to him. "Yes?" You asked. And he opened his mouth to speak. But as his lips parted, a searing pain shot through your lower stomach, and a soft, warm trickle of water leaked from between your legs. You dropped the empty mug in shock and pain, and it smashed to the floor, narrowly missing your foot. ", you ok?!" Kangin yelled, jumping up, rushing round to your side. Seeing the wet patch on your jeans, he giggled and asked "Did you wet yourself?" And you shook your head, but there was no comical side to it.
"My water just broke." You barely whispered, and Kangin's face fell, in shock, in the fear that you both felt.

(HI GUYS:) I HOPE YOUS LIKE IT SO FAR. I REALISE THIS CHAPTER ISN'T AMAZING, I'VE HAD A PRETTY BAD WEEK AND WRITING SEEMED LIKE A HUGE CHALLENGE, BUT SEEING ALL MY VIEWS AND SUBS MADE ME CARRY ON, SO THANK YOU! AND MY BROKEN HAND ISN'T MUCH HELP EITHER! I PROMISE THAT I'LL TRY AND MAKE UP FOR IT IN THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS! THANKS; JADE XX!)