I’m pregnant.

I’m pregnant.

I’m pregnant.

Chanyeol pulled his knees closer to his chest as he simultaneously wrapped his arms around them, not forgetting to rest his chin on top of them nevertheless. He stared at the space in front of him blankly.

“Chanyeol? Are you okay–“

“Don’t touch me!” Chanyeol suddenly yelled, scooting further in the proccess. Baekhyun flinched lightly at the action and retreated his hand.

“I–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–“

“No, no. You’re not. I’m sorry. I’m the one who sorry, I’m just ..” Chanyeol took a deep breath as he lowered his head, voice coming into a whisper and shakier as he ended it.

“ .. please don’t touch me.”

Baekhyun bit his bottom lip as he turned his head to the side, looking at everything that was stacked in there–unsurely. He knew that Chanyeol was scared, of course. He was scared, too.

“I know it’s really hard ..” Baekhyun gulped quietly, wondering slightly in his head if he didn’t lose his control just like that at that time–things would be different, yet they would never know.

“Not just for you, but me too.”

Chanyeol blinked his eyes slowly as he listened to Baekhyun speaking. It’s not just as hard as Baekhyun said, but he also felt like he couldn’t accept for the fact that he would be like this forever. No.

“I don’t even know that you could actually experience this kind of thing.” Baekhyun chuckled, eyes still refusing to meet the taller ones. “Many years I waited, you waited, for this kind of thing to come ..”

“I hate this baby.” Chanyeol muttered as he looked down, instantly averting his eyes towards his stomach. “I hate this thing in my stomach.” He grumbled childishly.

Baekhyun closed his eyes for a moment as he let out a deep sigh, suddenly feeling that everything would be far, far more difficult than he thought. He reached a hand out towards his boyfriend who was still in a state of unwell emotion.

“Chanyeol ..”

“I hate this baby. I hate this ugly thing. I hate my stomach. I hate everything!” Chanyeol kept rambling as he made a way for his hand towards his stomach, slightly hitting it.

“Chanyeol!” Baekhyun quickly grabbed the other’s wrist as he widened his eyes, startling by Chanyeol’s actions. “What are you doing?! You would just make everything worse!”

Chanyeol struggled from Baekhyun’s grip–which was really lucky for him because comparing to Baekhyun, he absolutely had a stronger force than him–as he pulled his hand back harshly, causing Baekhyun to stumble forwards against him.

Baekhyun quickly reacted by placing both of his hands on either sides of Chanyeol’s head, against the headboard. Both of them widened their eyes, but Baekhyun had a cleverer instinct. He looked at Chanyeol sharply.

“You,” Baekhyun spoke in threatening manner, his warm breath comning out unstable so was Chanyeol. “–listen to me.”

“Let me try, and let yourself try. We will never find the damn answer if we never try.” Baekhyun continued. Chanyeol still kept quiet.

“The reality is cruel, the truth hurts. They never somehow went into the same path as we wanted, we always hoped for. But it is a life, Chanyeol ..” Baekhyun somehow had his gaze softened as he looked down towards Chanyeol’s cheeks. “–we are the one who have to follow them, face them, be strong on their paths, because we aren’t living in a world of reverie right now. We live in a real world, the one which surrounded by thousands of reality, tons of truth.”

Chanyeol gulped silently. Never in a history of his chronogical life, he ever heard Baekhyun talking like this. He sounded so mature, so gentle–definitely feelings which he never felt before from him.

“The reality is cruel, but God isn’t.” Suddenly, there was a smile creeping up on Baekhyun’s cheeks. “He just gave us one of His blesses through you.”

Chanyeol lowered his head, there was this urge to say something back like ‘yes, but why it had to be me?’, but he fought it. He held it back. What Baekhyun said were true though, all of them.

Baekhyun took a deep breath before suddenly making his way towards Chanyeol’s arms, lifting them so they would rest on his shoulders. That was the first time they doing it though, yet they didn’t feel weird nor strange.

“Please trust me.” Baekhyun spoke in almost a whisper manner as he leaned forward, brushing his thumb lightly against the other’s cheek. Chanyeol’s cheeks felt so soft, and he mentally cursed himself for realizing it just now.

Chanyeol closed his eyes slowly, unconsciously leaning back towards the touch.

I’ll try.

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“What? Are you crazy?!”

Chanyeol only rolled his eyes as a response, choosing to just focus on himself in the mirror and fix his tie. He ignored Baekhyun.

“Chanyeol, I’m serious!” Baekhyun bawled, a little bit forcing Chanyeol to face him.

“Well, either do I.” Chanyeol turned his face, soonly meeting with a hard stare his lover was giving him. He looked back seriously. “I’m serious.”

“No, you’re not! You won’t be going today.”

“Baekhyun, I have too!”

“You were in the state of pregnancy! How could you say that you have to?! You have a child, our child is in your stomach and yet you didn’t–“

Baekhyun quickly closed his mouth as he soonly realized what did he just say. He looked up at Chanyeol who was slightly turning his head to the side, looking away. Somehow, Baekhyun felt really guilty.

“Chanyeol, I’m so sorry–“

“No, it’s okay.” Chanyeol quickly replied him, more likely cutting him off. His voice was unusually quiet. “I didn’t know what to do, either. Everything was so new and .. I didn’t understand.”

Baekhyun smiled lightly. He reached up a hand to touch Chanyeol’s head, softly ruffling the younger’s boy hair. “I know, and I understand about it.”

“What about my work?” Chanyeol lifted up his head and looked at Baekhyun unsurely. “I couldn’t just leave it like that, right? I mean, Kris would probably look for me because I suddenly disappeared just like that and he–“

“Ssh,” Baekhyun quickly cutted him, exactly mirroring what Chanyeol did a minutes ago. He put a finger on Chanyeol’s lips. “We’ll think and manage about that later, okay? We certainly need a lot of time to adjust ourselves, and the other things as well.”

Chanyeol pursed his lips and nodded, and Baekhyun wondered why did it look so cute, right now, for the fact that this wasn’t actually the first time Chanyeol doing that.

Maybe Chanyeol had a some sort of instinct, motherly instinct.

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Baekhyun opened the door of his house roughly and quickly reached out his hands to help his boyfriend.

“I can do this by myself.” Chanyeol swatted the hands away softly, bringing a quite big plastic bag of books in his hand and stepping in. Baekhyun brought the other things which still left on the car.

They just shopped on the bookstore, and it was fully Baekhyun’s idea to do that. Chanyeol believed that it was a good idea though, since Baekhyun was also taking a day off at his work.

“A lot of books we bought!” Baekhyun exclaimed as he plopped himself down on a couch, taking one of the books. Chanyeol looked down at him with a scowl.

“What?” Baekhyun looked up at him and blinked innocently, not bothering to check the situation ones. Usually, it was him who doing that–make sure that everything was okay.

Chanyeol let out a deep sigh as he took the book from Baekhyun’s hand, bringing it up higher so that Baekhyun could see it clearly.

“What?” Baekhyun furrowed his eyebrows and lifted up his shoulders in a gesture that he didn’t get what the other was doing.

“Be gentle, it’s a new book. We sure paid a lot for this.” Chanyeol said in sarcasm as he threw the book towards Baekhyun. Baekhyun catched it easily and grinned.

“Yes, mother.”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, even though he himself realized that he was blushing because of it and the other would probably not miss the moment.

Chanyeol looked down slightly at the heap of books in his hand.

A perfect way to be a good mother.

He smiled.

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Baekhyun forcefully opened his eyes as he groaned, feeling an unusual amount of empty space beside him. He reached forward, looking at the clock laying on the table.

03.00 A.M.

Baekhyun furrowed his eyebrows as he managed himself to sit upright. He let out a yawn.

What did he do in such of this hour?

Baekhyun suddenly widened his eyes as he gasped, bringing a both hands over his mouth, covering it. His thought flew into a fast, yet it sounded so irrational for a conclusion.

What if .. what if that Chanyeol was actually trying to kill himself b-because he was depressed to be a mother?

At this thought, Baekhyun couldn’t help but jolt on his place, suddenly feeling terrible for being such a bad father.

What if .. what if Chanyeol was–

GUBRAK!

Baekhyun jerked on the bed as he quickly leapt out of the bed, running towards the living room.

As soon as he arrived, he couldn’t help but gasped. Not only that all of the lights in the house were on, but also the noises that came from the kitchen, like someone was actually doing an activity in there.

Baekhyun made a sound of ‘tch’ with his tounge as he rolled his eyes. ‘Come on, at this hour?’

Baekhyun walked towards the kitchen a little bit cautiously, remembering the fact that Chanyeol was never a type of morning a person. He always woke up a little bit late after Baekhyun did.

Baekhyun gulped in anticipation as his steps towards the kitchen got nearer and nearer, and the noises from it got clearer and clearer. He peeked his head in, hoping desperately that it wasn’t a robber who trying to cook a meal in his house or something.

Baekhyun almost dropped his jaw and let his eyes popped out from their place as he looked at the familiar figure standing in front of the kitchen, busy with one hand holding a book, and the other one holding a knife.

“Chanyeol?”

There was a sound of book dropping as the said person jerked violently. He quickly turned his body around and smiled awkwardly.

“B–Baekhyun ..”

Baekhyun really wanted to swear, really, curse or anything as he finally could take a better look at the person (who woke him up in a such ungodly hour). He averted his eyes to the floor where the book landed, and from this distance, he could see the big, thick font on it’s cover.

A perfect way to be a good mother.

Chanyeol fidgeted uncomfortably on his place as he realized what Baekhyun was doing. He lowered his head in embarrassment.

“I didn’t know that you were got fastly affected by that.”

Baekhyun looked up from the floor and grinned, his eyes twinkling in a certain amazement as he examining his boyfriend from head to toe. Sure he looked different, especially with that strap of apron wrapping tightly around his waist.

“I-I’m sorry ..” Chanyeol scratched the back of his head shamefully. He tried to wipe away some of the flour on his cheeks. “I-I really didn’t know how to coo-“

“It’s okay.” Baekhyun quickly cutted him off and took a step closer. “You look .. good though.”

Hearing the compliments, it was enough to send Chanyeol into a state of blushing-something which he rarely done before. He lowered his head and bit on his bottom lip, playing with the fabric of his apron uneasily.

Oh my god, so not Chanyeol.

Baekhyun didn’t hold back a chuckle which was escaping his lips spontaneously as the next thing, he pulled Chanyeol into a tight embrace, resting his head on the other’s chest. Chanyeol widened his eyes and squeaked.

“I always fall in love with your effort Chanyeol. You never failed to amaze me, you never failed to make me falling all over you again and again with all of the things which you have."

Chanyeol frowned as he listened to Baekhyun’s words, and as long as he wanted to slap the other and said that they were cheesy, he felt touched. He just never knew that being loved and taken care of at the same time would be this good, very, very good.

Slowly, Chanyeol lifted up his arms and wrapped them back around Baekhyun, resting his head on top of the other’s. “T-thank you.”

Baekhyun smiled as a response and lifted up his body a little bit, standing slightly on his toes. He brushed his lips softly against the exposed skin of his lover’s collarbone.

“You’re welcome.”

A/N: Hahaha, I couldn’t help! Baekhyun was just sometimes (most of the time) too cute and adorable! I really wanted him to be a cute, adorable, caring and responsible appa for Chanyeol (umma), even though his appearance and looks kind of sent us judging him that he couldn’t (because he was too cute and beautiful), but I know that he could! :D

By the way, I was in the period of my holiday right now, so maybe the tendency to update a story would be a little bit higher than before, hehe.Thaaaaank you so much for reading, for subscribing, and commenting! Love you all~