I think when Mr. Lee said that Yixing was going to be at every single one of my interviews about the babies, he lied. Because right I'm sitting in this chair beside Hana, who is my translator, and in front of some random woman who is rambling off in Chinese. Hana leaned over to me, "She asked about Yixing and what he thinks about the delivery date appoarching."

I had no idea what Yixing thought. I didn't even know what I thought. I'm terrified to even think about it. Sometimes I believe that magazines only ask me for the interview and they know that an EXO member is coming. It's basically an interview with them, considering how tough it is to even get a picture of them for their magazine. With their comeback coming up within 4 months, it makes me get nervous because that's close to my due date.

"I think he is nervous but can't wait. We both can't wait." Lies. All but lies.

There the lady goes again. I waited for Hana to be able to translate. "Do you know if it's all boys or all girls or one of each? Do you have any names picked out?"

I feel like a terrible person because I haven't even thought about that. Whenever I went to the doctor, he asked me about knowing the genders but Yixing would never be with me so I told him that I would wait till we are both at the appointments. That could have been weeks ago. 

"Tell her that we want to keep it a surpise and that we will name them once we see them for the first time." I pulled a fake smile. I really did not want to be here. My back was aching and I flew back to Korea later on tonight while Yixing had to stay here for something I had no clue he was doing. 

I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

~~

April 25th. 36 weeks. Exactly 4 weeks to go.

I was enormous. I moved into my apartment that Mr. Lee gave to me. But still I didn't have anything prepared for the room or the babies. That 500,000 won gift I got from the guys was still in my wallet. Yixing was never with me anymore... barely. The odd night here and there. I prayed almost every night that he would be here or the birth. It was terrifying to even think about how close it was. These last 7 months have flew by so fast.

It was our 1 year anniversary as well today but Yixing was nowhere to be found. Probably at the building rehearsing for their comeback in just under two months.

You know its sad when you have to go on fansites to search for your finacee whereabouts. Was SM seriously trying to tear us apart? I can barely leave the apartment because of two reasons:

1. I'm practically on bed rest. I'm maybe about 1.5 centimeters dialated.

2. The fans are crazy right now and it puts me in a dangerous position.

I was lying down on my couch staring at the ceiling when I heard my phone ring. I checked the time first. 4:03pm. Then I glanced to who was calling me. Jongin.

"Hello?" I mumbled, kind of upset that it wasn't Yixing.

"Hana is coming to pick you up and bringing you over here for a little bit." he told me.

"Jongin. I'm already dialated so I can't really go anywhere."

"Taylor. You need to get out of your apartment and come over here. We are having pizza tonight."

"I can barely move. I have 40 pounds of weight sitting on my abdomen."

He has mentioned nothing about Yixing at all.

"Come on. It'll be fun. We will get you ice cream. Does that bribe you enough?"

"You know I hate you, right?"

"I'll take that as a yes. See you in a few!" he sung and hung up. As I was about to put my phone down, Hana burst through my door like she had just run a marathon.

Her short hair was already messy and her sweater hanging off one shoulder. "Come on! Let's go before the delivery guys comes and the boys eat all the pizza."

Pushing myself off the bed, I stood up and cupped the bottom of my belly to try and get some of the weight off of my front. I wobbled over to the hook where I hung my purse and coat. Grabbing both, I slipped on my coat and then a pair of sandles. Since I couldn't bend bown anymore, sandles and slip ons were all I wore on my feet.

I looked like a mess as well. Nothing fit me unless it was a huge t-shirt or track pants. Pretty much after month 6, everything in my closet was very ba