Kicker
The Month of MayKicker
"I'm home," Minho called out after placing his luggage in the living room.
"Coming," A sweet voice that belonged to none other than his wife replied back. Soon a very pregnant Yoona emerged out of there master bedroom. "Hey." She greeted him with a warm smile that made him all cozy inside.
Upon seeing her, he quickly rushed to her side. "Hey, I missed you," he greeted back before leaning in to give her a chaste kiss, careful as not to squeeze the baby. "How have my babies been?" Minho gently laid a hand her bulging stomach.
"Horrible." Yoona groaned, waddling her way to the living room. With Minho's help, Yoona sat down on the couch. "Just when I've gotten over the awful morning sickness, which I still think it's stupid to call it morning sickness when it happens all the time. Anyway your baby has started kicking the life out of me for the last few days. I haven't had any decent sleep since you left."
"He's kicking?" Minho's face lit up like a Christmas tree immediately, ignoring her use of word. Whenever she was not feeling she would point out it was his baby instead of their baby, but he didn't mind.
Yoona nodded and creased her belly. "Very frequently-ow!" She cringed in pain. "He's kicking right now."
Minho gently placed his hand onto her stomach, she laid her hand over his and guided it towards the bottom. Just as he was about to say he felt nothing, it happened. He felt something like a tap against the palm of his hand. "Oh wow," he gaped in awe. It was something he had never
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