(Yuri)

Month 8. It was the most difficult thing in my entire life. Sometimes, I wouldn't be able to breathe and I would be terrified each time. We were nearing the ninth and hopefully last month, and Minho and I had somehow managed to stick through my pregnancy together. 

Our baby's full name would be Choi Soyoung Mabel. 

"Ah!" I squeaked painfully when my breath became short again. I tried breathing faster but it felt like oxygen would not come into my lungs. What if I couldn't breathe again? The same thought as before flooded into my head again. Eventually, my breathing returned to normal and I breathed sighs of relief.

Did I mention it was 2 in the morning? My sleep hours were so wacky and thrown off... And it was just so, so hard. 

Finally, at 7, when Minho woke up, I asked him to fix some cereal for me. When he came back with it, I thanked him with a kiss.

"We're almost there, Minho. Can you believe it? It seems like just yesterday that our love was hidden and you were about to marry Sulli. It seems like just yesterday that I was crying because you missed my birthday. Wow... And now, we're only a month away from our own, sweet baby girl," I said in awe.

"I know, Yul. It's amazing. I wish the month would go by fast so we could have our Soyoung with us quickly," Minho said.

"She IS with us," I said, patting my abdominal area lightly. "Just not outside of me yet."

"Right," he said, smiling