[REPOST]

Summary: The birth of Kris and Chanyeol Wu's firstborn

Warning: Genderbender

The Dragon’s Child

His heart was beating fast. His hands felt clammy - trembling. His body felt hot then cold the next before it was hot again. As he couldn’t stay still he decided to pace outside the white double doors. Red light - glowing menacingly above those doors. He brought his white knuckles to his pale lips, frustrated and impatient.

“Come on; come on,” he sighed, “Please…”

Desperate – that was what he felt.

Low and strangled breathing reached his ears. Followed by a painful moan. He heard other voices. He frowned and almost groaned. He stopped in front of the doors separating him and the one inside.

“Please…” he said – voice strained. Dejectedly, he placed his forehead onto the doors. The cool surface against his sweating forehead only calmed him by the littlest of effort. He closed his eyes but his sharp features were grim. If anybody were to see him, they would have thought that the tall young man was praying.

A scream reached his ears and his eyes snapped open. No one but him could hear it…and no one but the people accompanying his beloved inside there. He was worried to death.

“Chanyeol…” he breathed, choking a sob. They’ve been in there for more than 8 hours and he grew restless.

Another scream echoed again and he clenched his hands before running them across his already tousled dirty blonde hair.

“What’s taking so long?” he sighed exasperatedly. Finally too exhausted to think, he settled onto the brick red chair and exhaled. His head softly bumped onto the wall by the doors as he stared lifelessly at the bleak ceiling.

It was past midnight…and he tried to block out the torturous screams of his beloved but failed miserably. He tried to think of something…

…happy thoughts.

Chanyeol’s dazzling smile…the smile that belonged only to her…

Her fiery temper…menacing yet adorable…

Her sparkling eyes as she tenderly placed his hands onto her flat tummy one day…

He chuckled softly when he remember their small and childish banters – of her burning everything she could take before flinging things that were on fire to him. He would then take her attacks and extinguish her fireballs into pieces of charred things – they didn’t survive his Chanyeol’s wrath. He would then surprise her by tackling her into a tight embrace before levitating their bodies off the ground and flying up…up and up into the sky…feeling the breeze in their faces. It was then that Chanyeol would calm down and snuggled into his chest – muttering some small ‘sorry’. If it was night time, they would enjoy the stars and the curious beloved of his would touch the clouds, still believing they would feel like cotton instead of just mist.

“Mister Kris Wu?”

His sweet remembrance was interrupted. He didn’t realised a doctor was looking down at him- still in his green scrubs as he unhook his mask off his tired face.

Kris scrambled to his feet – dread and excitement filled his heart alternatively. Good news…or bad?

“Doctor!” he exclaimed. “Wha-“

“Congratulations Mister Wu! You have a healthy baby boy! Your wife is currently moved to the maternity ward – you’re allowed to visit her now,” the elderly doctor smiled up at him as he shook the new father’s hand.

It took a while for Kris to process the happy news before a blinding smile adorned his face. He thanked the doctor repeatedly before dashing off towards the maternity ward. He had almost gotten lost when he forgot to ask where the ward was.

-KY-

Turning the doorknob in quite a rush, Kris gulped as his heartbeat rose in tempo again.

The first sight greeting him was a pale Chanyeol looking at him with her weak yet content smile. A hospital crib was placed by the brown-haired lady.

“Chanyeol-ah…” Kris called out, extremely relieved finally seeing his wife.

“Oppa,” Chanyeol said. Although she was weak, her voice was definitely cheerful. Her hand held onto the crib and Kris slowly sauntered towards her.

Carefully, Kris bent down to kiss his young wife’s forehead and lifted a chair to sit. He placed it down near the nightstand.

“Why are you so far away?” Chanyeol asked, “Come closer, oppa.”

Kris hesitated. Chanyeol wanted him to sit on the bed. What if he hurt her?

“I’ll just sit here,” he declined gently.

“Wae?” Chanyeol frowned, “you don’t love me anymore??”

Hearing this, Kris was suddenly flabbergasted that he stammered angrily that he loved Chanyeol too much and he went on and on and on. It wasn’t until Chanyeol pulled his hand that he stopped.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, you know. I just gave birth; I’m not a post-surgery patient. I’m not hurt anywhere,” Chanyeol softly smiled.

“So sit here! Don’t make me force you!”

Curiously, Kris watched as his wife took their new-born babe out of his crib when the little one whined in his sleep. He watched fascinated as Chanyeol lifted her gown to feed him.

“Oppa…”

“Hmmm?”

“He looks nothing like you…”

“What??”

“Yeogi bwa (look here)! The nurse told me he looks a lot like me,” Chanyeol gestured to the ling.

“Hmmm, he got your nose, that’s for sure,” Kris observed, “his lips are definitely yours too. We haven’t seen his eyes.”

“Oppa, he got your hair and your ear shape,” Chanyeol whispered. Her slender hand cupped the new-born’s small head. The two continued to watch the baby hungrily drinking his mother’s milk.

“He got your appetite too,” Chanyeol giggled. She unwrapped the blue blanket around the baby before slowly counted the small one’s tiny fingers and toes. Their first child was perfect.

“Will he be able to fly? Or will he be like me?” Chanyeol whispered and Kris embraced his spouse.

“We’ll see, it’ll show as he grows up but I want him to be like you,” Kris kissed Chanyeol’s slightly plump cheek.

“Oh heavens no, he’ll burn down the house before he could talk!” Chanyeol exclaimed panicked. Kris laughed it off saying it would be better than having a kid flying off to run away.

“What are we going to name him, oppa?”

They agreed that if the baby was a boy, Kris would name it. If it was a girl, Chanyeol would name it. Kris stared hard at his first born and it came to him. He looked at Chanyeol’s doe eyes and smiled.

“Liam…his name is Liam Wu.”

THE END