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STARS ALIGNED.
PART III
Bangchan x reader. (s,f)
Chapters: Part I / Part II
Author's note: Good news is it's both spicy and cute! Bad news is there's only one part left!
At first, you doubted your capability of being a mother.
But since little Chan came into the world, he changed your perceptions about a lot of things, that includes having another child.
The you from three years ago wouldn’t have thought you would want another child, she must be laughing at you right now.
But it wasn’t an urge, you genuinely wanted another child, to raise another one, a sibling for little Chan, and expand your little family because you knew how lonely it was being an only child.
And Chan… he’s amazing. He couldn’t be a more perfect dad for your child. He’s compassionate, thoughtful, and hardworking, he’s everything good in a person.
The way he treated little Chan like his own son won you over almost instantly.
Every moment you witnessed of Chan and little Chan spending time together made it easy for you to picture Chan having his own child, the pictures were all lovely in your head.
The conclusion is he would make a great dad.
You’ve been standing by the doorway of little Chan’s bedroom, looking at him watching little Chan sleeping in his crib as if he was hypnotized by how peacefully he looked while sleeping.
You came up to him, stood next to him, and watched little Chan sleeping, lying on his side with the wolfchan plushie next to him.
“It’s so calming watching him sleeping,” he softly muttered, keeping his voice low to not wake little Chan.
You put a hand on the small of his back, and he put an arm around you, pulling you close.
“Chan…” you softly called him.
“Yeah?” he turned his head at you, eyes endearingly gazing at you.
“I’m ready,” you said despite the sheer doubt that you could carry the task.
It took him a moment to understand your words, “Have you thought about it well?” he asked.
You nodded, “I’m ready,” you said, but more like you convinced yourself. There was a slight fear of you not being able to fulfill his wish because he wanted it so much, and it shows.
“Are you sure?” he asked again, turning your body to face him.
You looked up at him and put your hands around his waist, “yes, I’m sure,”
“I don’t want to pressure you. And you can always tell me if you need more time,” he said as he put his hand on your cheek, gently rubbing the skin with his thumb.
You nuzzled your head into his palm, “now is perfect,” you told him while looking into his eyes.
A smile rose on his cheeks like a sun rising on the horizon, he then leaned in and kissed you ever so softly, “you are perfect,” he muttered.
He hugged you, enveloping your body in his warmth with his hand cradled your head with so much affection.
“You make me the happiest man even just by saying yes,” he murmured to you with his mouth on the top of your head.
And you felt so loved.
Not only that, you felt braver knowing that you weren’t alone in this. No matter how hard it can be, you’ll always have each other.
-
You went to the doctor at the end of the week, and Chan couldn't go with you even though he insisted, but he reminded himself that he wanted to protect your privacy more than his so he decided not to go as you asked him to.
He stayed home with little Chan and played in the tent they built together two days ago.
You came back with lunch and had the meals together on the dining table. Chan did the dishes while you went to change your clothes because it smelled like a hospital.
Little Chan fell asleep on the sofa while clutching his toy, and Chan carefully lifted him, moved him to his bedroom, and slowly lay him down in his crib.
He dimmed the light of his bedroom and then left the room but kept the door slightly ajar.
You were buttoning your dress when he entered the bedroom, he went to hug you from the back and then gave your neck a quick peck, "so, how's the trip to the hospital?"
"I spent like a good one hour in the waiting room," you lightly answered.
You put your hands on him as you looked at the mirror to check if you looked okay, "and I'm officially off of birth control now," you announced.
“Oh?” He lowly exclaimed.
It excited him in an inexplicably way. Just the thought that he could impregnate you got him so hard that he unconsciously pressed his hard-on against your backside.
"Should we try it now?" He asked.
You laughed then let go of his hands, went to pick up the dirty laundry on the bed, tossed it into the laundry basket.
"No?" He meekly asked you.
"Wait, you're asking for real?" You asked back.
It was only a few minutes ago that you put on the dress, and Chan took it off again a few minutes later, it lays on your bedroom floor along with his clothes.
You were lying on your bed, head on the pillow and legs spread out for him.
While Chan kneeling on the bed, holding your legs as he was thrusting into you. He squeezed your breast as he quickened the pace with your moans growing louder and bouncing against the walls of your bedroom.
He looked at you with your mouth parted open, and eyes screwed shut, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
It riled him in the best way, especially knowing that he could get you pregnant now that you were off birth control.
You were cumming around him a few seconds ago, and he was thankful because he couldn't hold himself anymore from climaxing, he cum inside you the moment he let himself loose.
He rubbed your stomach as he pushed his cock deep inside you, and released all of his seed inside, hoping that it would be enough to get you knocked up.
"Take all of me, baby," he sweetly said to you as he made slow, gentle rubs on your stomach.
"I can't wait to see you carrying our child," he said to you, again he wouldn't stop blushing at the mention of the words 'our child'.
You softly smiled at him while taking his hand in yours, "I love you," you muttered to him.
And he would never get used to you saying those three words to him, it never failed to make the butterflies fluttering inside his stomach.
"I love you so much, angel," he responded, then lowered himself on top of you, kissed you so deep without pulling out of you.
-
Chan truly enjoyed the process of getting you pregnant.
He didn't miss on the chance to tease you by saying cheesy things like "let's make a baby brother for little Chan", "I think little Chan would love a baby girl as well", or "I can't wait to see you with a baby bump," while caressing your stomach even though they were bloated from all the food that he bought for you because keeping you healthy was his top priority.
"Chan, at this point, you'll make me gain weight, not pregnant," you said to him.
"I don't mind seeing you gain a few pounds. I think you would look hotter," he said with a flirty wink.
You scoffed, "wow, calm down there mister," you told him.
He also enjoyed spoiling you and taking care of you, he loved it because you were always the one doing it to him.
The idea of returning the favor to you made him feel happy, ecstatic even.
But what he truly enjoyed was making love to you, making love that was more than just pleasure but to create a life together.
He made sure you always consented and were not tired, not overdoing yourself just because he wanted it, ultimately, he didn't want to pressure you to do it.
He wanted everything about the process pleasant for both of you.
It had been a month now, but there was no result.
You even have pregnancy tests ready at home and took one by the end of the month, but the result was still negative.
You ended up having your period instead.
Chan helped you soothe the period cramps by rubbing your back with his warm hand.
"Hey, don't be sad," you said as you tapped his cheek, and snapped him out of his daze.
"This doesn't always mean there's something wrong with us," you assured him.
He smiled at you, feeling ashamed that he should be the one comforting you, not the other way around."We can always keep trying," you added to him.
He smiled again, "that should be my lines, don't you think?"
You chuckled, "you looked a little.... disappointed," you admitted.
"I'm not," he calmly denied.
"I just... I wonder if I ask too much of you," he said to you.
You eagerly shook your head, hardly refusing his words.
"I want this as much as you do," you convinced him as you hugged him tight on the bed.
"I love you," you muttered to him, somehow you were getting clingy the longer you spent so much time with him.
"I love you so much, baby," he pressed a long kiss on your forehead.
"I love you," he said again this time kissing you on the lips, then continued rubbing your back with his big hand.
-
Chan was at his studio when all of sudden you sent him a photo, a calendar with a few dates circled with red markers.
What is this? Are you taking days off of work?
He asked in the text, late to reply since the one you sent was from an hour ago.
Those are my fertile period.
You answered in a reply to his text.
Chan got to open Google to search what that means, he knew that it got something to do with the pregnancy plan, but he wanted to know about the detail. After jumping from one article to another, he got it that those are the times women are at their most fertile.
Are you suggesting that we should have sex for all those six days?
What do you think?
Are you really asking for my opinions?
He replied with a sly grin painted his face and stared at his phone as if that would help get a faster reply from you.
I was wrong to ask you that.
He laughed and that he knew what you meant by it. He could also imagine the expression your face made when he read the message.
My opinion is I think we should make babies every day.
He stuck his tongue out when pressed the send button, feeling a little mischievous in teasing you.
Forget about me asking your opinion.
Wear that red night dress tonight, and maybe I'll have a different opinion.
Nice try, have a good day at work.
When he came home that night, he got presented with a better view than you in that red nightdress. It was you sleeping naked on the bed, covered by the white duvet from your chest down.
It was indeed a delightful surprise that his cock twitched inside his jeans, he didn't hold himself back to roam your body freely with his impatient hands. He grabbed your chin then turned your head to his, captured your lips in his, waking you up with an electrifying kiss.
You smiled before opening your eyes, knowing that it was him who that capable to kiss you so hard yet so tenderly like that.
"I've been waiting for you," you sleepily said to him with half-shut eyes.
He smiled looking at you talking to him, slurring your words that you barely kept your eyes open.
"I'm here now," he said to you and gave your lips a quick kiss.
You looped your hands around his neck and didn't do anything but pulled him closer.
He caressed your head affectionately, "go back to sleep," he told you.
You hummed in respond then went back to sleep almost instantly.
No matter how much he wanted to touch you, make love to you for your body enticed him so much that he could feel his jeans tightened at your naked body under the duvet, he resisted the urge.
He consoled himself by placing gentle touches on you, admiring your soft skin with his hands and lips.
He never got tired of asking himself if he really deserved you, your beauty is beyond physical. Your personality, your attitude even the way you talk, is always tinted with warmth in them.
He pressed a long kiss on your temple, "Goodnight, love," he whispered to you.
In the middle of the night, it was your turn to get needy for him, touching his bare skin under the duvet, feeling taut of his abs muscles.
You kissed his slightly pouty lips and watched how he reacted, he just stirred a little bit in his sleep.
You gleefully smiled, scooted closer to him, overlapped his body with yours, propped an elbow to support your chin, and watch him sleeping peacefully.
"Hey Chan, wake up!" You softly called him out while tracing his jaw with your index finger.
You brought your mouth close enough to his ear, "I thought we're going to make a little brother for little Chan," you whispered.
All of a sudden, his arms wrapped around you, and brought your body on top of him, "I told you, he wants a little sister too," he said to you.
You chuckled at him, lowering your mouth on him, and let the kiss take things further.
You slid yourself down on him, let out a long moan until he fully buried inside you, then hummed in delight as you seated on him.
Chan glided his hands down your side, lower and lower until they landed on the curve of your ass and didn't hesitate to knead the flesh.
He whimpered when you slowly rolled your hips.
“Mommy!” he suddenly called you in a low voice.
You hesitated to answer his call, “yes, baby,” you answered like you would answer to little Chan calling you like that.
“You’re so hot, mommy,” he breathless said, his fingers clawing your thighs.
You shot him a seductive smile and lay your hands flat on his chest once you began moving against him.
“You feel so good, mommy,” he said to you, hissing through his gritted teeth out of pleasure.
You lowered yourself to kiss him and shuddered when your nipples grazed his chest he took your breasts in his mouth with your hands propped on each side of his head.
You let him sucked on your breasts like you were breastfeeding him, “You like that, baby?” you sweetly asked him.
He gasped as he let go from sucking your breast, with a string of his saliva still connected with your swollen nipple.
"I can't wait to see these breasts filled with milk," he said to you with his eyes snapped at you.
He took the other breast into his mouth and sucked on your nipple.
“I want to taste it. I want to taste you,” he said with a sly grin.
You giggled at his odd craving and kissed him again.
He bucked his hips to meet your thrust while mouth busily sucking on your breast again, humming with his lips wrapped around your nipple.
You fisted the sheet while kept moving on him and with all these stimulations going all at once, your climax coming close in no time.
He gripped your ribcage as he sucked on the flesh of your breast, making a mark there.
The pain and pleasure blur into one.
You went on a relentless pace to finally climaxed, collapsed on top of him, and he caught you right into his embrace. He cuddled you, kissing the side of your face then flipped you over, and pinned you to the bed without pulling out.
But once he kneeled on the bed, he slowly pulled out, then pushed it back inside you.
The sensation of having him filled you whole never ceases to amaze him.
He pushed in so deep that you gasped.
"Oh my God," you cried out.
Chan got panic that he abruptly stopped, "are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
You cried out again, "I feel something," you said, then followed by a few loud moans.
It seemed like you were deep in pleasure to remind yourself to try and not wake little Chan up in the next room.
"Keep pushing," you told him.
He did what you told him, pushing his cock deeper inside you and you cried out again.
"Oh fuck," you cursed.
And he never heard you curse that loud.
He saw your hand reach down to your abdomen, and that was when he noticed that there was a bulge formed on your lower abdomen.
It took him a moment to realize that it was his cock that protruded from the inside of your abdomen.
Chan felt a surge of adrenaline, a new kind of rush that he never felt before. This aroused him more than it did to you, especially seeing you enjoying it.
He pulled just enough to jam it inside again and watched as his cock made a bulge on your abdomen, "oh fuck," he cursed.
And you never heard him curse out loud like that.
A tear rolled down the corner of your eyes as you kept squirming on the bed.
Chan started slowly, eyes locked to where his cock buried inside how and how the tip of his cock felt something inside of you that touches you on the newly discovered spot.
Your body shook after a moment, you clutched his arm when you had your second orgasm of the night.
It was so intense, the burning sensation that spread out from your abdomen to all over your body made you tense, then loosen in the minute.
Chan couldn't contain himself as well, he cum just from watching his cock making a bulge against your abdomen and saw you crying from the pleasure he brought on you.
He kept his length inside you to milk every last drop of his cum inside and hoped that would be enough to impregnate you.
He kissed down your neck while you held him, "I love you," he said when his mouth met your ear.
"I love you," you breathlessly said, then searched for his mouth for a kiss, but you were too fucked out and ended up kissing his jaw.
You scrambled to get off the bed the next morning, knowing that you woke up late to make breakfast for little Chan. You put on anything the closest to you on the bed and found Chan's hooded sweater on the floor.
You ran out of the room and sighed in relief to find Chan was in the kitchen, and little Chan was playing in the living room with the cartoon playing on the TV.
You went to give little Chan a quick kiss on the top of his head and ruffled his bedhead, "Morning mommy's sweet boy," you hummed against his head, but he was too busy playing with his toy to answer you.
You walked up to the kitchen, hugging yourself, aware that you got nothing on but your underwear underneath the hooded sweater that you were wearing.
"Hey, good morning," he greeted you the moment he saw you coming up to him.
You went to hug him, burying your head in his chest, "you didn't wake me up," you grumbled.
He kissed your forehead, "it's okay. I can handle breakfast, and you can rest a little bit more," he said to you.
You looked up at him and smiled, thankful that you could rely on him for almost everything.
"Why don't you sit, and I'll get you your breakfast?" He suggested with a hand rubbing the small of your back.
"Okay," you answered.
"Wait," he stopped you from going to the dining table.
"Yeah?"
He put his hands around you, "you haven't greeted me back," he said.
You cracked a smile, "good morning," you greeted.
He smiled back, then gave you a long peck on the lips with his hands went lower to your backside, and didn't stop himself from squeezing your asscheek, making you jolted on your feet.
Then he let go of you almost immediately, "I'll make you a good breakfast," he said with a sly smile.
He served you a plate of breakfast and then sat next to you on the dining table while watching little Chan playing on the carpeted floor in the living room.
"What's your plan for today?" You asked.
"I have to go in a bit," he answered.
You nodded at him while scooping some of the oatmeal with your spoon.
"What about you?" He asked you back while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I'm going to take little Chan on a playdate," you answered.
"With who?"
"My friend at work has twin girls," you replied, taking a sip of your juice.
Chan put on a mischievous smile, "I think having twins would be nice," he said to you.
You let out a mix of sighs and a smile but did not saying anything.
He put a hand on your stomach, "a twin of a boy and girl would be really, really nice," he said again, this time gently rubbing your stomach.
You looked at him, smiling with dreamy eyes, and you believed he was imagining what it would be like having a twin with you.
You unconsciously smile along with him.
Little Chan was fussing about something and began to throw his toys away, you got up from your chair, but he stopped you.
"Enjoy your breakfast, I'll play with him," he ordered, then left you alone on the dining table.
When you looked at him, playing with your son, and thoroughly enjoying the role that he put himself in, whatever that is, you realized that your little family becomes whole since he came into your life.
Not that you felt like you were missing something, you have enough of everything even though it was nothing close to perfect.
But somehow, everything just clicked with him.
And it makes you want to give him everything he wants.
You put one hand on your stomach and wished that you can give him what he wanted the most.
-
But it seemed like you have to put a halt on the baby plan.
Chan had been extremely busy that he couldn't come home for days.
You also couldn't keep things on track anymore since you asked to be fully working at home started next month.
To do that, you had to finish some work way earlier before its deadlines and did important meetings.
Lately, when you came home, you got sad to find little Chan was already sleeping in his bedroom.
It made you feel guilty, not being able to spend proper time with him and being present in his life.
"I'm sorry, mommy got busy," you said to the sleeping child while kneeling next to his crib, softly brushing his hair with your fingertips.
You called Chan on the phone before you went to bed, "Hey, what are you doing?" You asked the moment he picked up your call.
"I'm still in the studio," he answered.
"You're not sleeping yet, baby?"
You shook your head, "no," you shortly replied.
Chan got quiet for a while, "what is it? You sound so sad, mmh? Tell me," he said to you.
And it all came out just like that, you were so used to keeping it yourself but now that someone could recognize the concerns without you telling him first made you feel so seen.
"Why are you crying?" He sadly asked you.
"What makes you so sad? Tell me, baby,"
"It's just that..." you paused to take a deep breath to calm you down, "I've been spending less and less time with little Chan," you explained.
Your cheeks were wet with tears despite you kept wiping them with the back of your hand, "I feel like I'm not doing my job as a mother," you explained more with a trembling voice.
"Why would you say that?" He said to you with disbelief.
"I've seen you, watched you being nothing but a good mother to your son," he assured you, "there's no perfect mother, but I can assure you that you're doing a wonderful job as a mother,"
More tears stream down your face as you listen to his words, feeling grateful for him saying things that you needed to hear.
"He loves you so much, and you know how I know that? Because one day he will look back and see all these things you've done for him," He said to you.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," he added with an inaudible sigh.
"Okay," you stuttered your answer from the tears clogging your throat.
"I'll come home soon," he promised.
"It's okay, take your time and finish your job," you told him, reaching for tissues and dabbing your eyes to absorb the tears.
"Yes, and I'll come home to you soon," he added.
"Go to sleep, have a rest," he suggested.
"I love you,"
"I love you," you said back before finally hanging up the call.
You went to sleep carrying his words in your head that successfully put your mind at ease.
He came the next morning, you snuggled up with him on the sofa while watching little Chan playing on the carpeted floor. He held you close and got sad seeing you with your puffy eyes from crying last night.
"Are you okay?" He asked you.
You weakly nodded with your head rested on his shoulder.
"It crossed my mind if I'd be able to be a good mother to our child later," your own words made you sad again that tears started welling up in your eyes.
He roughly squeezed your elbow as if he strongly disagreed with your remark, "Hey, don't say that!"
He cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to look at him, "I chose you because I love you. I want to have another part of you that I could love," he said to you, his thumb softly rubbing your cheekbone.
"And you're going to be a great mother like you already are for Chan," he kissed your lips ever so softly like you would lick your ice cream.
"Is it because of the pregnancy plan? Did it make you anxious? Are you feel pressured by it?"
You sternly denied him, "No, definitely not," you replied.
"Let's not think too much about it," he said, moving his hand to caress your head.
"We'll keep trying, but I don't want you to think too much about it," he corrected it.
You understood his request, that he didn’t want you to stress about the pregnancy plan and put a lot of bad thoughts in your head.
"Okay," you agreed.
"Chan, mommy is sad," he said to the child, who perked his head up at him, "why don't you hug mommy?" Chan asked him.
Little Chan slowly got up from the floor and then walked up to you, struggling to climb onto the sofa, and you helped him by holding his hand.
He threw himself at you, hugging you, and rested his head on your shoulder.
Chan smiled at you, "see? You are so loved," he said to you while squeezing your shoulder.
He wiped the tears on the corner of your eyes with his thumb, "we love you so much," he said to you.
You rested your head on his shoulder, and he put an arm around you and one on little Chan's back, holding both of you on the sofa, huddled together to make you feel better.
"My boys are the sweetest," you cooed then planted a kiss on little Chan's forehead and gave Chan a quick kiss on the lips.
Your heart filled to the brim with so much love and gratitude, you promised yourself to never take them for granted ever again because they are the true blessings in your life.
"Let's go on a day out together once I'm done with work," he suggested with a grin, he shifted his head to little Chan, "where do you want to go, buddy?"
"Mommy shark!" He shouted his answer.
You burst out laughing because his answer didn't relate to his question.
"See mommy shark at the aquarium?" He asked him.
Little Chan nodded with a drool pooled on the corner of his mouth, "Mommy shark!" He shouted again then nuzzled his head at you.
-
On the day Chan finally have a little break from work, he went to your apartment, didn't hesitate to enter the passcode, and went inside.
He found a man sitting on the sofa with little Chan on his lap.
When he turned his face that was when he recognized him as little Chan's dad.
They exchanged glances for a moment until you came between them.
"I hope I packed everything," you exclaimed once you got out of little Chan's bedroom and were startled to find Chan was standing right outside little Chan's room.
"Oh hey," you said to him.
"Little Chan's dad is going to take him on a vacation until the end of the weekend," you informed him.
You pulled him by the hand to meet your ex-husband, "This is my boyfriend, Bangchan," you introduced him.
Chan didn't like the sound of you calling him 'boyfriend', it sounded so childish when he compared the word to 'ex-husband', or maybe it was the jealousy speaking.
"Oh, nice to finally meet you," he said before offering his hand for a handshake.
"I'm Lee," he introduced himself.
Chan knew that it was an evil thought that he wanted your ex-husband to be some kind of a jerk for divorcing you, instead of that, he met a nice guy who wasn't bad at all and looked good too.
Chan reminded himself that even though he didn't know him well, he is little Chan's father and had been a part of your life.
He took his hand and shook it, "Chan," he introduced himself.
"Is that how you guys bonded so fast? Because you both have the same name?" He poked fun at Chan with an attractive smile.
You lightly chuckled and put the duffel bag on the table, "here, I packed everything," you told him.
"You don't have to pack that many clothes," he said to you as he checked inside.
"Just in case," you said, then took little Chan from his lap.
You kissed both of his cheeks and held him, "mommy going to miss you," you said to him.
"Have fun with daddy, okay?" You said to him and boop his nose.
Little Chan giggled then kissed your cheek, putting his hands around you, and you thought he wanted to hug you, but his hands were actually reaching for Chan.
"Want to say bye to uncle Chan?" You asked.
Chan gladly took little Chan from you and held him, "we'll play again once you're back, okay?" He sweetly said to him, ruffling his head endearingly.
Little Chan's dad got up from the sofa and put the duffel bag on the threshold while waiting for little Chan saying bye to Chan.
Chan reluctantly let go of little Chan's hug and kissed his cheek, "bye, see you again!"
You both stood by the doorway and watched little Chan leaving with his dad while waving your hands at him until he was out of sight.
You hugged Chan who looked sad watching him go, "he'll be okay, he's with his dad," you told him.
He sighed, he couldn't disprove your words because he was indeed a little worried for him and he shouldn't be.
"I was planning on taking him to the aquarium as I promised," he told you.
"We can always go next time," you comforted him while rubbing up and down his arms.
He hugged you back, then kissed the top of your head.
"Let's go on a date," you asked him out of the blue.
"Tonight?"
You looked up at him, "you have a plan tonight?"
"No,"
"Then yes, tonight," you said with a smile.
He nodded in agreement, "that's a nice idea," he said.
You haven't gone on a date since that first date you had a few months back, mostly because he was busy and you only had time to spend time in your apartment.
You decided to put on the nicest dress, a skin-tight black dress with a nice plunging neckline and red high heels, let your hair down like the way he likes it.
He rang your doorbell at exactly 8 pm, and you excitedly opened the door, then subtly presented yourself to him.
His eyes traveled down your body, biting his lower lips when his eyes landed on your chest, then snapped back to meet your eyes.
He didn't mean for you to hear it, but you could hear him cursing under his breath.
"You're so gorgeous," he took your hand in his.
"Thank you," you said to him, closing the door of your apartment behind you.
You kept staring at him.
And couldn't stop staring.
He was wearing a plain black shirt, but why does it look so good on him?
You had seen him wearing black countless times, but you never got tired of how nicely the color enhanced his pale skin and bold facial features. And the way the shirt accentuated his broad shoulders made you squirm inside.
He reached for your hand on the table, intertwined his long fingers, and slipped them between yours while he was busy scanning the menu.
"What are you going to have for dinner?" He asked.
"You," you playfully answered.
He shot you a shy smile with eyes closed, "let's just have the same as the last time," he uggested once he collected himself but still flustered that he looked down at the table.
As you dug into your meals, you just noticed something because it flashed through your mind for a second.
"Oh my God," you gasped.
Chan got startled that he almost knocked off his glass of water, "what is it?"
"Did we miss our first anniversary?" You asked, slightly panicked.
His mouth hung open, "no, we didn't, it's next week," he said to you.
You sighed in relief and put a hand on your chest as if it would help you slow your heartbeats.
"I thought I missed it," you said to him, then picked up your cutlery.
After dinner, you took a little walk in the park, enjoying the last days of spring together even though the cherry blossom trees were almost balding.
Held hands, stopped a few times so he could take pictures of you, sat on a bench while looking up at the night sky, talked about random things, and sneaked a few kisses when no one was around.
On the way home, while watching him driving, you realized that he didn't talk about the pregnancy plan or mentioned anything about it. It scared you a little bit, thinking that he probably gave up on the idea so you came up with something to talk about it.
"I'm thinking of naming our child after a constellation. What do you think?" You asked him.
He hummed, thinking of an answer, "like what?"
"There are a few I have in mind," you said, squeezing his hand that was resting on your thigh, “Cassiopeia, Delphinus, Lyra, Pixys, Aquila, Carina, Phoenix," you listed the names of constellations that you remember from the top of your head.
He glanced at you with a sweet smile, "those are good," he commented.
"But of course, we still have a lot of time to decide on one," you said.
"Yes," he responded.
Your smile faded because he showed less enthusiasm than you expected so you dropped the topic.
He brought your hand close to his mouth, then kissed the back of your hand, "I can't wait to see our child, I bet they would be beautiful just like you," he said with a grin.
A smile rose on your face, you got happy that it excited him as much as it excited you, your heart swelled with so much affection towards him.
You held hands inside the elevator and once it arrived at your floor, he pushed you into the hall, then pinned you to the wall.
He kissed you hard, all teeth and tongue, and didn't stop kissing you before all of the oxygen in your lungs burned out.
"You have no idea how much I held myself back out there," he breathlessly said against your lips.
He hoisted your leg up, and you hooked it around him, "I want you so much," he said to you with so much need in them.
He took your hands and pinned them above your head, "I want to have you for myself," he said again, his eyes dark and heavy with lust.
He let go of your hands and put them around his neck, he lifted you.
"Let's go to your place," you said to him with eyes looking through your lashes.
He stared down at you, hands locked in your body against him.
"It sounds silly, but I want to spend a night at my boyfriend's house," you said to him with a shy smile.
He smiled back at you, "it's not silly, it sounds like a great idea," he said to you with a sly grin.
When he thought he couldn't be more aroused than seeing you in that skin-tight dress with your hair down like that, he took the dress off to find you wearing provocative lingerie underwear.
What evoked something primal inside him was the sight of your black stocking.
He took everything off of you except for that. He wanted to fuck you in it, feeling the roughness of the fabric brushing his skin as he made love to you with your legs wrapped around his waist.
He likes having you anywhere, you will always be enticing to him, but seeing you splayed naked on his bed, where he spent his time sleeping, dreaming about you, and sometimes, jerking off to the thought of you, hits differently.
And you were so vocal, you kept praising him, touching him with adoration in your eyes.
"Chan, you feel so good inside me," you cooed to him, holding his biceps as he thrusts deeper into you.
"You feel so good around me too," he said back to you.
You moaned, body writhed in pleasure, "oh my God," you muttered to yourself, clutching the side of the pillow.
You touched yourself, kneading your breasts and pinched your nipples for extra stimulation.
The lewd view sent him closer to the edge.
"Cum inside me," you told him.
His eyes searched for you then locked them with yours, "I'm going to fill you up, baby," he muttered to you.
The motions of his hips against you were rather slow but each thrust went harder and deeper than the previous.
He groaned as he cum inside you, watching his cum leaking out of you then pushed it back inside you with the tip of his cock, "keep it inside," he ordered.
He was nowhere near the finish, he was sticking to his words to fill you up with his cum, and made love to you again and again.
"I'm going to keep filling this sweet little cunt with my seed," his words only made you clench around him.
His hand firmly gripped your hips as he fucked you from behind.
"I'm going to breed," a hard thrust, "you," a harder thrust "so good," he finished with a strong thrust and kept pushing his cock deeper as it gets.
You cried with your mouth agape, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth and onto the pillow.
It was easy for Chan to get lost in pleasure like this, especially when pleasure mixed with the intention of getting you pregnant blurred into one but somehow drove him into overdrive.
He lifted you until your back hits his chest, holding you from collapsing back onto the bed by putting his strong arm around you.
"Gosh, I love you so much," he said with his cock twitched inside you, filling you full of his cum as he promised you.
His other hand roamed your slick body coated with a thin layer of sweat, "I can't wait to see you grow a baby bump," he said with a hand on your stomach.
His hand moved to cup your breast, "I want to see these breasts swell and filled with milk," he said to your ear, making you hum in pleasure.
You lolled your head to the back and let him kiss your exposed neck, too fucked out that you barely kept your eyes open anymore.
You didn't know how you fell asleep but it was the best sleep of your life, when you woke up, you felt so refreshed, a bit tired but energized.
Chan made a trail of kisses along your spine until his mouth met the nape of your neck, then placed a kiss on your cheek, "Good morning, beautiful," he said to you, knowing that you had woken up from your sleep.
You turned over on the bed to face him, "Good morning, my perfect man," you greeted back with a sleepy smile.
He got shy but took the compliment well, "I made breakfast," he informed you with his hand removing stray hair from covering your face.
"I hope you're hungry," he said, softly grazing the tip of his nose with yours.
"Famished," you replied.
He smiled then placed a soft kiss on your other cheek, "just wait here, we'll have breakfast on bed," he commanded.
"Sure," you responded with a smile and a peck on the lips.
And a day couldn't have a more perfect start than this.
-
After pushing the plan two weeks back, Chan could finally fulfill his promise to take little Chan to the aquarium. He excitedly showed him every animal inside the tanks, and little Chan couldn't stop shouting "Mommy shark" when Chan showed him the tanks filled with sharks.
You were feeling okay this morning, but somehow your body turned against you, broke into a cold sweat, and you got a slight headache.
You kept a straight face, didn't want to ruin their joyful time together, and took their pictures once in a while, laughing at how Chan once again tirelessly taught him how to pronounce 'manatee'.
"Chan, he's only two years old," you reminded him with a laugh.
"Yes, I know," he said with a defeated sigh.
He pulled you closer to sneak a kiss on your cheek, "you're cold. Are you okay?" He asked while rubbing your side.
"I feel a little chilly, but I'm alright," you answered.
He put his jacket on you even though you were already wearing three layers of clothes.
Little Chan ran on his own to the other tank that Chan hurriedly ran after him before he lost him in the crowd.
Chan decided to skip dinner and went to have it at home instead, so you could rest while he took care of little Chan for the rest of the day.
He went to your bed before you went to sleep, "I hope you're not sleeping yet," he said to you.
You hoisted yourself up to sit on the bed, but he stopped you, "I just want to give you something," he said.
"Yeah?" You asked in excitement.
He pulled out something from behind him and presented you with a bouquet of red roses, "Happy anniversary!" He said to you.
You smiled but got sad that you forgot about it, "oh no, I forgot about it," you sadly admitted.
"It's okay, we can celebrate it later once you get well," he said.
He gently pressed his knuckles to your cheek, "I love you," he softly muttered to you.
You lifted yourself enough to plant a kiss on his lips, "I'm so grateful for you," you sincerely said that your heart hurt when you said it.
"I love you so much," you said with your eyes looking deeply into his.
He kissed your lips, a long, lingering one with all the tenderness he has in him, so delicate, sacred like the feelings he has for you.
He took the bouquet from you, "I'll put this in a vase," he offered.
"Thank you," you mouthed since the medicine you took made you drowsy.
You faintly heard Chan muttering something, but you were already falling asleep to listen to his words.
-
Chan's heart stopped when you came to his apartment in the morning, he had just come back a few hours ago after spending the whole night at the studio and had just gone to sleep.
But once you said you and him needed to talk, his head rushed to think of awful things.
He thought of the wrong things that he unintentionally did to you and what he could do to solve it.
His head was clouded with sleep turned alarmed and anxious, his knees bounced as he sat on the end of his bed while you paced back and forth in front of him, anxious as he was.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, it came out a little rude, but you knew he did it out of anxiety.
You stopped on your track and then sat next to him, you pulled out something from the back pocket of your jeans, a piece of paper.
Chan hesitated for a while, thinking what if it was something that he didn't want to know and regret of reading after.
"What's this?" He asked.
You handed it to him without answering his question and you saw him unfold the paper with a heavy sigh like he was about to read something as bad as a death sentence.
His eyes scanned the paper fast, but none of it came to his senses, "what's this?" He asked in pure confusion.
He could only recognize that it was a paper from a hospital, a result of something and numbers and something that he wasn't smart enough to know what that was, or his brain was too fogged up with nerves to think straight.
"Are you sick? Is it bad?" He asked you, fully concerned.
You took his hands and put them on your lap, "Chan, I'm pregnant," you enunciated the words so slowly to make sure he got your words loud and clear.
It took a moment for his brain to process the words until it sank in, "you're pregnant?"
You nodded, "yes, I'm pregnant,"
"You're pregnant," he said again, this time with a mix of disbelief and wonder.
Then it finally hit him all at once.
"OH MY GOSH!!!" he shouted out loud with eyes widened in pleasant surprise.
"OH MY GOSH!!!" he exclaimed again, then pulled you into a hug, almost sending you toppled to the side, but fortunately, you were quick to hold on to his arms.
"You're going to be a father," you muttered to him.
He held you so tight until there was no gap left between your bodies, "I'm going to be a father," he repeated your words with so much awe like he was still trying to catch up with the reality.
"Yes," you affirmed.
"I love you so much," he said to you, hugging you so tight he could crush you in halves, "you make this come true for me, thank you," he said.
You cried hearing his words, he made you realize how much it meant to him, for both of you.
He loosened his hold around you then held your face in his hands.
"I'm crying because I'm happy," you quickly told him before he got the wrong idea.
He smiled so brightly, dimples and crinkles in his eyes, "you make me so happy, I'm so grateful for you," he said.
And he was right, you are so loved. He endlessly showered you with his affection and undivided attention, didn't stop validating your feelings, and reciprocated them.
You are so deeply loved.
He put a hand on your stomach even though a baby bump had hardly grown yet since it was only three weeks old.
"There's our child inside," he said with a foolish grin.
You nodded at him, half laughing, and put your hand on his, caressing your stomach together.
And it became his new favorite hobby: rubbing your stomach whenever he had a chance.
Just like this morning, you were cooking breakfast, and he came up behind you and slipped his hand under your sweater to feel your small baby bump with his big hand.
"Not that you weren't beautiful all these times," he said to you, "but you're way more beautiful carrying our child like this," he teased with a kiss on your cheek.
You giggled at his sweet praise.
He would rest his head so close to your stomach and kissed it out of affection. The fact that he wasn't allowed to have sex during early pregnancy didn't stop him from admiring you, the way your body gradually changed with time.
He couldn't wait for the time he could finally see your breasts swollen and see a big baby bump, wonder how big you'll get.
But work kept him on his toes, like that wasn't enough, he had to go on an album promotion to Japan for three weeks or more.
He could imagine how much he would miss taking care of you, spoiling you with everything, and caressing your belly.
You understood that this was his first time, and he wanted to always be present for the whole thing.
"I'll take care of our child well, don't worry," you convinced him a day before he left.
He groaned, he figured that you already knew how he felt about the whole thing, he felt bad for leaving, but he had no other option.
Chan believed that you would do well since it's your second pregnancy, and you probably had known most of everything about being pregnant.
A week after being away from you, you sent him something in a text message.
Baby says hello
You captioned it, and he pressed play, he heard a static then a rhythmic sound of a beat, a heartbeat. He almost jumped on his seat listening to it. He could guess what it was, but he wanted to make sure.
Is it our child's heartbeats?
You replied almost immediately, in less than a minute.
Yes, the baby is well and healthy.
Chan almost got teary, he couldn't believe it at first, but there was really a growing human inside of you, it was his child, and the baby will soon come out to this world, officially make him a father.
He covered his mouth with his jaws still hung open, completely stunned and blown away. This experience is one that he couldn't get anywhere, one that not everyone can experience, and probably would make everyone get jealous of him.
The child hasn't been out yet into this world, but the existence alone was enough to make him feel so many emotions that he never had before.
He wanted so much to be there in the doctor's room, listening to his child's heartbeats together with you, how wonderful that moment would be, how precious yet he missed it big time.
"I should do better," he told himself.
"I'll do better," he said as he listened to his child's heartbeats the dozens of times already that day.
Like the feeling of coming home to you, he wouldn't trade it with anything in the world.
It was the best feeling, having people welcoming him home and embracing him, warding his weariness away.
He came home to you and your growing baby bump, smiling so brightly with that pregnancy glow on.
People didn't exaggerate what they said about pregnant women: They radiate a different kind of beauty.
He couldn't stop kissing you with a hand caressing your belly.
"I miss you so much," he said to you.
"I miss you too, baby daddy," you poked fun at him.
Chan stayed true to his words to do better, doing what he could do best to lessen your duties as a mother and share them with him.
He put little Chan to bed after bathing him and read him a bedtime story until he fell asleep hugging the wolfchan plushie.
He gave him a kiss goodnight before dimming the light and leaving the room.
He went straight to your bedroom, didn't find you there but heard the shower was on.
And he came at the right time.
You were showering, fully naked under the shower, the baby bump was visible with your hair stuck to your skin and streams of water made your skin glistening wet.
Was it wrong for him to get so turned on with only this view?
He couldn't find you more alluring than this, naked with a baby bump and the fact that you were carrying his child doubled the charms.
He hastily stripped all of his clothes and then went into the shower before you finished.
"How could you be pregnant and so hot?" He asked you, making you giggle while looking over your shoulder at him.
He didn't stop there, he went to touch you all over on the bed after and did not let you put on any clothes.
"Is it safe enough for us to have sex now?" He asked you, he had been wanting to ask you that for the past hour, but he was afraid that the question would only burden you.
"Cause gosh! I want you so much," he said with such urgency in his voice.
"Yes, it's okay," you confirmed.
But he promised you that he would be careful, entering you from behind while you lying by your side with one leg pulled, bent on the knee.
It wasn't for his pleasure, he just felt the urge to feel you and made love to you so sweetly, conveying how much you enticed him.
"You always feel so good, baby," he whispered to your ear with hips motioned in and out of you.
You smiled at his praise and returned his kiss by opening your mouth, letting him taste you more.
He didn't even think of cumming, he just wanted to feel you, bond with you, be one with you.
"I can't wait to meet our child," he said to you with a hand on your growing belly.
You clasped your hand with him on your stomach, "I can't wait either," you said back. Chan was already protective of you way before you got pregnant, but now you did, it became like second nature to him.
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