《My First Love..》🌼 Chapter 39
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"Sometimes I feel like you do these things on purpose to annoy me." I said as I grabbed the wet towel from the bed.
"Sorryy, babyy!" Jungkook sang as he walks out of the room.
I shake my head in disbelief as I walked to the bathroom and keep the towel where it should actually be.
"Oh My God! JEON JUNGKOOK. WHY CAN'T YOU CLOSE THE DRAWERS??" I yelled.
I've been doing great recently. With Jungkook's help, my therapy sessions went really well. I could openly talk about how I feel and these made it easier for me to open up with my husband even more.
And Jungkook.. Jungkook is always here. For real, I may yell at him or be mad at him for not keeping his stuffs right where it should be but I'm so blessed to have him in my life.
"How many times should I tell you to tell me when you're coming down the stairs?"
"And how many times should I tell you that you're exaggerating?"
"I can carry you in my arms and everywhere you want to go, I'll carry you." He said before lifting me up in a bridal way.
"Seriously, Kook!"I said as I put my hands around his neck." I'm pregnant but I can walk. My legs are still good."
"Yeah? And my arms are perfect too! They have no problem carrying you."
"To the couch." I said.
"I'll bring your fruits." He said as I make myself comfortable on the couch.
I hummed.
"What are we watching?" Jungkook asked as he takes a seat on the couch and pulls me so I lean against him while facing the TV.
"Moana!" I smiled.
"We watched it two times already, a day ago. Let's watch something else."Jungkook takes the remote from my hand.
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" You are bored with me, huh? I'm too boring for you?" I tear up.
" I- No, I didn't - Why are you crying, Love? Heyy.. Okay okay we'll watch Moana okay? As many times as you want, we'll watch it, here.. "
I wipe my tears and smile at Jungkook before turning to face the TV again. I feel Jungkook lips on the side of my head and lean further in before putting a grape in my mouth.
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Y/N is so emotional these days but then again it is because of the pregnancy and when I think of it, she is actually adorable.
I can't really express how I felt when Y/N told me that she was ready to try for a baby.
Her therapy sessions were really good and to be honest, my wife is so strong. The way she'd express herself, she'd cry holding my hand tightly but then she grows. I saw her growing and becoming this amazing woman she is today.
What we went through is in the past, but I guess to move on from it, it was important for both of us to accept what happened.
Now, we're expecting our first child. I just pray and hope that everything goes well and that my wife stays healthy and strong just like she always is.
"Do you want some grapes?" Y/N asks.
"Just one!" I reply.
She feeds me one without taking her eyes off Moana. I chuckle at how cute she is and engulf her in my arms before pressing my lips to her cheek.
"We'll paint the room tomorrow, right?"
"I will paint, you'll sit and watch your sexy husband because that's how I like it." I said making her laugh.
"Can you draw Moana on the wall?"
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God! She is so in love with Moana.
"And what if baby doesn't like Moana?" I ask.
"Why would baby not like Moana?" She pouts.
"We don't know if she would." I say as I caress her belly.
"Rightt! Then no to Moana.." She said as she looks up to me and I peck her cute nose, humming in response.
"You look so eatable, Love...."I said as I kiss her lips.
" Ahhhgh I'm too tired, no no.. "
I laugh at her reaction.
"Hmm.. You're so comfy, I love it!" She adds.
"And I love youuu!" I sang.
"CRINGE!"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Please yess! Also, don't forget to vote🌟
ADDITIONALLY,
I STARTED WRITING A NEW FANFIC. PROLOGUE ALREADY PUBLISHED.
"I like men who are mature, well groomed and have a good job. Men who are kind, sweet, has a good image, loves the sweet romantic stuffs, hmm like candlelight dinners? Or hmm movie date?
To conclude, I'm into good guys!
And Jeon Jungkook, he is the complete opposite of my type. Then why is he running in my mind all day..."
🍂NOT MY TYPE is an Enemies To Lovers trope and this is the first time I'm trying to write something like this. I've already published the prologue and chapters are going to be published soon🥺💜
Please do check it out, share and vote 🌟
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