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I stared at my tummy through the mirror, rubbing it. It was still flat, no bump, yet I couldn't stop thinking about how there was a life blooming inside of me.

"Smile!" Taehyung chimed, taking a quick picture of me before I could react.

"Taehyung!" I quickly pulled my shirt back down, running towards him. "Delete that," I crossed my arms, a pout playing on my lips as he shook his head.

"We have to document the whole pregnancy. I didn't get a picture in the first few weeks, so this will do." He gave me a cheeky grin as he fell onto the bed.

"There's no bump yet, there's nothing to document." I rebut and he zooms into the picture.

"Are you sure, because I'm pretty sure I see a bump." He teased and I frown, wanting to walk away from him but he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me onto the bed with him. "I'm just kidding." He plants a swift kiss on my cheek right before getting cozy on the bed with me.

He lifts me slightly so that I'd lay on his chest whilst his arms remained wrapped around me. His hands travel lower to my tummy, rubbing his hand against my skin in a circular motion. "It's crazy how 4 weeks just flew by." Taehyung whispered, looking down at me and I freeze, anxiety having a firm grip on me.

"Mmhmm." I gulped.

"We're going to have this baby so soon," he leaned back with his eyes closed as he delved himself into blissful thoughts of the future.

"Mmhmm," was all I could hum, trying my best to hide my fear but he caught on.

"Is something bothering you?" He squeezed me lightly, trying to get me to meet his eyes.

"Hm?" I craned my neck up, looking at him. I noticed his brows creased into a frown as he stared at me with the slightest bit of doubt.

"I've noticed a sudden change in you." He said and I pulled away, sitting up straight to look at him.

"What?" I shook my head. "What do you mean?"

"Whenever I bring up the baby, you just freeze up and go distant." Taehyung tilted his head to the side as he waited for me to respond but I stay quiet. "Is everything okay?" He asked.

For some reason my eyes sting and I avert my gaze, biting down on my bottom lip as I tried thinking up what to tell him. I still didn't know how I was feeling about everything, mainly because it still felt so surreal.

"Areum," he reaches out for me but I move away.

"I just," and I take in a deep breath. "I'm just terrified, I'm so unprepared. We're so unprepared. We just moved in together, we can't have a child now." I start rambling, tears rolling down my cheeks as my fears are voiced out.

"It's okay, I read about this-"

"No, Taehyung!" I raised my voice unknowingly and it took him aback, "you can't judge our situation by those dumb articles you read." My emotions go a little out of control and words shot out my mouth without giving it a second thought.

Taehyung's body relaxes, his expression pained as he reaches out for me. "You're right, I'm sorry." He quickly held my whimpering form. "Tell me," he lowered himself, his eyes finding mine, "are you having second thoughts?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly as he held in a cry of his own.

"I don't know." I looked up at him with tear stained cheeks. "But I'm not ready to be a mother." I shook my head, "I'm sorry, I should've told you about this earlier but you were so happy."

"It's okay." He breathed out, rubbing my arms as he went deep into thought. "What do you want do?" Taehyung asked, his voice disappearing into a whisper.

"I don't know." I shook my head, staring at him and he nods with the lick of his lips.

"Do you think maybe it's time you tell your father?" He asked and more emotions crash against me. It felt like I had no control over whatever I was feeling, it was the other way round at this point. Everything I say being driven by feeling.

"I can't, he'll- he'll-" I stutter.

"He'll know what to say." Taehyung nodded, reaching out to wipe my cheeks. "You should talk to him." He nods, wanting me to mirror his actions and I did.

"You need to speak to someone who's had experience so no matter what I say you'll still have your doubts." He continued. "But talking to him will help." Taehyung cupped my cheeks, a smile spreading across his lips but his eyes reflected a different energy.

It hurt knowing that I was putting him in that state. So I decided to do what he said. I decided to finally tell my father.

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"Dear," and my father instantly pulls me into his embrace the moment he lays his eyes on me. I've not seen him or my sister ever since I moved in with Taehyung.

I hug him back but only briefly as I pulled away. He caught the look in my eyes almost instantly, "is something wrong?" He asked cautiously.

"Dad," I sighed, "we need to talk." I feel my throat tighten, fear coursing through my body. We walk over to the couch.

"Is everything okay, Areum?" He asked, eyes stained with worry as he studied my frantic form.

I stared at him, taking in a deep breath as I braced myself for what I was about to say. The worry in him building up by the second. I closed my eyes shut and the words finally make its way out.

"I'm pregnant." I breathed out, eyes still shut as I waited for him to say something but silence embraced us.

I squint an eye open, peering up to look at my father whose face was blank. He stared at the ground, eyes wide. "Dad?" I reach out to touch his shoulder and his takes in a sharp breath right before looking at me.

"You're having a baby," he says whilst looking at me and I nod a little timidly. "With Taehyung?" He questioned.

"Of course," I snap a little, "I mean- yes." I go quieter.

He massages his chin as he laid back into the couch. I could almost see him go deep into his mind as he thought about the situation. I waited for him to say something, patiently. I couldn't read him at that point, I couldn't tell what was going on in his head.

"So, you're having the baby?" He clarified with caution in his voice and I nod immediately.

"Yes," and he nodded in response. "But I don't know how I'm going to do this."

"And Taehyung, he's-" And he trailed off, wanting me to finish the sentence. I could tell he was still trying to process everything and I wasn't going to rush him into saying anything.

"He's happy, he wants a baby." I said and my father finally looks me in the eye.

"And do you?" He questioned and I felt a chill run down my spine. It was the third time I've been asked this question but it never hit me as hard as it did now.

"I do," my voice gets strained as tears make its way to my eyes. "I really do but I'm scared, what if I'm not ready to be a mother?" And a tear drips down my cheek and my father sighs, his tense muscles relaxing as he sees me cry.

"Dear," he cooed, scooting a little closer to me. "No one's ever fully ready to be a parent. Heck, I wasn't prepared for Aera no matter what I did." He chuckled a bit and I smile, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "I was terrified about raising a child without having experience. But then there was this moment."He looked before him, a smile wiping across his face at the thought.

"When Aera started kicking in your mother's tummy for the first time. I placed my hand over your mum's stomach and I felt her move and that's when everything fell away." He looked back at me. "Every worry, every fear. Poof." He gestured with his hands right before laughing.

"In that moment I knew, it was going to be okay." My father looked into my eye with eyes brimmed with tears of his own.

"What if I don't get that moment?" I sniffled and he lets out a chortle, pulling me into his chest.

"You'll get it. Really soon."

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A/N: okokok. just rmb that this is an angst ff. i don't want y'all hating things go south okay bye love you.