Author's Point Of View

It's been a two long months since DaeHyun had posted the video message to all BABYZ and KPOP fans. When more fans found out, they were outraged. Some didn't really mind, but they were still upset and secretly heartbroekn. But they knew they couldn't do anything, because what DaeHyun said in the video messag DID make sense. Loyal fans, stayed loyal. Some fans left the fandom. And so on. DaeHyun's parent's soon found out when they also saw the articles and news on television. 

DaeHyun called his parents and told them everything about three years ago, and unexpectedly, they understood. They also told DaeHyun that they were going to support him and wanted to meet the twins soon. So they were now traveling back to Seoul from Busan to meet their grand kids. DaeHyun wanted to protest because it might not be safe for them, but they inisited him that it would be fine. 

"It's been four months, I can't believe it." KyungMi smiled happily as she jumped up and down a little, making her  belly bump jiggle a bit.

"Are you sure you don't want to know the gender of the baby, Mi?" DaeHyun questioned as he took a sip of his coffee. 

"For the millionth time, Jung DaeHyun, YES!" KyungMi blew a raspberry.

"Well how will we name it if we don't even know the gender of the baby?" DaeHyun raised a brow. 

"We'll think of something, geez Oppa. We have five to six more months, so relax." KyungMi strolled her way to DaeHyun and sat on his lap. DaeHyun let out a small groan, because KyungMi has gained a few pounds.

"Yah! Don't make that sound, you pig!" KyungMi let out a grumpy whine. 

"What? Whhat sound?" DaeHyun titled his head.

"You groaned because I got fatter didn't you?!" KyungMi hopped off of his lap and started stomping to the kitchen. DaeHyun sighed and got up from the living room's couch and followed the pregnant woman to the kitchen to only see her eating cheese cake that they had bought this morning while drinking pink lemonade. 

"Mi. I'm sorry, I don't think you got fat." DaeHyun said honestly.

KyungMi only shot him a dirty glare as she kept stuffing her face with cake. "Whatever." She said, but DaeHyun didn't really understand her beause was so full. DaeHyun rolled his eyes playfully and walked away, but was stopped mid-way when KyungMi called out for him.

"Yah mah!" She screamed, "The hell do you think you're going?! Pay attention to me!" She yelled. DaeHyun wanted to bust into a fit of laughter when those words came out of . Being pregnant does do a lot of things to a woman. But he didn't dare let the laugh at her because he knew she was going to kill him if he did. 

"Wae?" He turned with a raised brow. "You didn't want to talk to me right? Becasue you're too busy eating?" He joked.

"Ani. I.. I was gonna share some with you!" KyungMi made up a stupid excuse to keep their conversation going. She picked up the plate and walked over to DaeHyun. Scooping a good amout of cheese cake onto the spoon she was using, she tried to feed DaeHyun, but he leaned in close to her face and the side of . KyungMi jumped back in shock, "Yah! What was that for?!" The mother's face was cover in the color of red and pink. 

"You had frosting on the side of your face. So I ate it. We don't want it to go to waste, right?" DaeHyun's lips painted into a sly smirk.

"You pabo-ah, Oppa" KyungMi set the plate back down onto the counter and slapped DaeHyun's chest playfully. Then DaeHyun's phone started to buzz. He fished it out and saw that his mother had sent him a text message.

From:Mom

Message: Sweety, we're here. Please open the door.

DaeHyun cocked a brow, "Why didn't they just knock?"

"What?" KyungMi questioned.

"My parents are here, can you call the kids baby?"

"Omo! I'm not even properly dressed yet!" The mother paniced.

"Don't worry, my parent's already met and loves you. You have nothing to be worried about, baby." DaeHyun ruffled her already messy hair, "Now go call the twins, they're in their room." DaeHyun then strolled his way to the front door and KyungMi dashed to her children's room telling them that they're going to meet two