Oh honey, for you I'd do everything.

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"KIM TAEYEON!" A shrilly voice shrieked within the Kim household, startling almost the whole neighborhood, though they were used to it.

"Y-yes, jagi?" a nervously chuckling Taeyeon peeped her head into the room.

"What did I tell you about leaving your clothes around the room, randomly?" The younger seethed, holding out a baby blue off-shoulder top.

"Uhh.. not to do it?" Taeyeon sheepishly scratched her head.

"For the nth time, Unnie! You can't do this blablabla-"

Taeyeon accidentally tuned out the younger as she stared at her pregnant wife unknowingly with loving eyes.

"-one would think that you being a woman would have helped but no-"

Taeyeon snapped out of her trance and pouted at her wife, "Yah! Yoona-ah. Don't you think you're being.." she trailed off a little when she noticed Yoona's darkening glare. "uhm.. a tiny little bit.. sexist?"

"A tiny.. little bit.. sexist?" Yoona glared at Taeyeon.

Taeyeon internally facepalmed. Fuck, wrong choice of words.

"THEN WHY DO YOU THINK I MARRIED YOU IF I WAS SEXIST, HUH?!"

~

"Uwaahh." Taeyeon cried out into her phonecall with Jessica. "I screwed up-"

"Again?" Jessica replied from the other end, chuckling.

"Yeah! I accidentally told Yoona that she was being a little sexist because-"

"I don't wanna hear the details, Unnie-"

"IT WAS NOT PERVERTED, YOU PERVERT-"

"I didn't say anything about the story being perverted though!"

"You- ugh."

Jessica rolled her eyes at Taeyeon even though the older couldn't see her, "Whatever unnie, look, just win her back by pizza. No one says no to pizza."

"Huh.. true."

"Except if it has pineapple on it. That's a big no-no."

"I know, which is why I'm about to hang up and order pizza right now."

"Can I come over- Oh wow. Rude." Jessica huffed, rolling her eyes at the tone of the beep.

~

"Jagi~" Taeyeon sing-sang as she slowly entered her and Yoona's room. "I bought.. pizza?"

"Are you even sure that's pizza?" She heard her snappy wife say and she took that as a cue to completely walk in the room, secretly praying that her wife wouldn't kill her.

"Uhh.. It says Pizza?"

"Good. Give it to me."

Taeyeon mentally coos, her Yoona was so cute. Even if she's on the verge of snapping Taeyeon's neck if she so breathe the wrong way.

~

"Taehyung-ah, where do you think Eomma placed the oven mitts?" Taeyeon asked their son as she scrambled around the kitchen trying to look for them, opening each cabinet and looking through them each thoroughly.

Taehyung looked up from his computer and answered, "Umma took it, said something about it getting old so she needs to burn it—"

Taeyeon took a double take, stopped in her tracks and fucking froze, her mouth was agape and her eyes were wide, she looked more like a fish.. And an idiot.. An idiot frozen fish in the middle of the kitchen.

"Taehyung..." Taeyeon slowly, as she comes out of her shock. "What do you mean 'burn' the oven mitts?"

Taehyung looked up once again and with a monotous voice, he said. "Bultaoreune."

Taeyeon never knew she could run to their backyard so damn fast as if her tits were on fire.

But once she got there.. She expected fire and burning mitts. But she didn't expect a.. Honestly what the fuck is her wife up to with the neighbour.

"My ovenmitt is so damn old, it's older than your ancient ass!"

"Is that even an insult?! We all know that the older shit gets, it gets more precious! Bitch, my ovenmitt is ANTIQUE!"

"Oh yeah?! It gets easier to break, as well, maybe that's why it's on the verge of ripping apart! The only time your ovenmitt was useful was when you needed warmth and couldn't find the gloves!"

"How dare you—"

"Oh I just dared."

"Your ovenmitt is a slut then! Always opening up it's legs to whoever!"

Taeyeon sighed and proceeded to approach them, dreadfully may I say. Approaching pregnant people was a death wish, yet approaching TWO FIGHRING PREGGERS is a death sentence.

Pray for Kim Taeyeon.

~

"I'm so sorry, Taeyeon-ssi. My husband.. Well you know, his hormones since he is pregnant with our baby Kim Jeongguk and his due date is near—"

"Oh no no," Taeyeon shakes her head, "it's okay. I understand. My wife is pregnant as well.. And hormones. And your backyard was messed Namjoon-ssi, there was so much damage done there than ours."

"It's okay. I got to get going now though, Seokjin-hyung's waiting for me."

"Yes yes, goodbye!" Taeyeon bids the younger man good-bye and closes the door, sighing.

"Mommy, who was that?"

"That was the neighbor honey.." Taeyeon answers, picking up her son. "Come on, we have to get to bed. It's bedtime."

"Okay!"

~

Taeyeon comes to her and Yoona's room, visibly exhausted as she collapse to the bed, next to Yoona.

She almost immediately falls asleep when she hears her wife call her name.

"Yes, yeobo?" She sighs, peeking one eye to look at her wife.

"I'm so sorry.. you know, about today. I just.. The emotions and yeah.. I was a little stressed about the pregnancy too.." Yoona apologizes, seeing her wife so exhausted.

Taeyeon smiles, turning around and backhugging her wife, rubbing her big pregnant belly. "It's okay yeobo, I understand. And hey, we only have three more months and we get to see our little Nayoon!"

Yoona sobs, curling into a ball."I don't deserve you."

Taeyeon sighs, "Yeobo, you know that's not right."

"I do deserve you?" Yoona whimpers.

To be very very honest, Taeyeon thinks she doesn't deserve Yoona! I mean, come on, this tall gorgeous angel is in love with her?! Is carrying their kids and MARRIED HER?

Yet she answers nonetheless, "Yes, you do. Because you deserve everything and I'll do anything to give you that."

"Even a mango ice-cream at 12 AM?"

Taeyeon sighs, getting ready to get up, "Yes."

——💮——

i mean, i did get you pregnant, so i got to be responsible right? but also mostly because i love you.