(Yuri)

The pregnancy symptoms got worse as the months progressed.

Some people told me it would be better the second time around. ßullsh1t.

It was awful, and  I was so drained from watching myself and Soyoung. However, Minho was taking charge and fixing many of the problems I had before. He took a long break from work, so he was always by my side.

He made sure I was prescribed the proper medicine that would actually help me, not harm me.

And he always made sure I got at least 7 hours of sleep a day. I couldn't ask for a better husband.

Slowly, Soyoung was crying less and less.

Slowly, Minho and I were resting more and more.

Soyoung was growing.

So was my uterus. We needed to think of a name for this little guy.

We had already prepared mentally and physically, yet we hadn't thought of our upcoming boy's name. The house was all set up, with his room completely ready. And we were preparing ourselves every day for him to come.

"Minho," I called. He came within seconds, and gave me a loving peck on the cheek, causing me to smile widely.

Even though we had been married for more than a year, he could still make me smile, and make my heart flutter at the sight of his big, adorable eyes and his tall, masculine body.

"His name... What will we make it?" I asked him.

"Hmm... Let's make it two-parts like we did with Soyoung Mabel. How's... Mitchell?" he suggested. I thought it over, and loved it. Mitchell. Mitchell. Mitchell Choi.

"Do you wanna decide