#jongin hearing my voice on the live is really the icing on the cake

[chaysingthesun]

I haven’t been on tumblr much today and I feel like I’m missing stuff but that’s bc I’ve been so busy watching the MV again and again and having a full meltdown/inner screaming session every time, listening to the Rover album ten times in a row just trying to process it all because it’s so good, and keeping up with all Jongin’s schedules and interviews and content. It’s been so much fun, the most fun comeback I’ve experienced so far as a kpop stan. I’m just blown away by his ability to give us masterpiece after masterpiece, three times in a row

[tututuuuuu]

(Empress Album)

NOTICE:Bold will be what's going on like with the camera and where it is pointed as well as the actions taking place, like stage directions. Blue will be the interview questions and violet will be Junri's answer and pink will be others answers like the boys.

The screen turns on, it's pointed to a couch in the living room. A figure enters and sits down. The camera focuses on the person.

"Hello my name is Seo Kang Junri and you'll see the making of my album"

The camera shuts off and all you can hear is voices.

"JUNRI, JUNGKOOK JUST CALLED ME OLD" screamed an angered Jin.

"JUNGKOOK-AH TREAT YOUR HYUNG WITH RESPECT"yelled back an unamused Junri

"Yes jinjin "

"How did the idea of releasing your first solo album come to" asked someone from behind the camera

"It didn't really come into my mind to release a solo album especially with how busy we are now"there was a brief pause before the female continued " At first Bang-PD had called me for a meeting and told me if I wanted to release some solo work,since many fans were expecting it" she took in a deep breath before continuing,as she held her hands in front of her. "I rejected the offer saying that I just wanted to focus on the group work and my relationship with my now-ex Kim Jongin,and it was true I wanted to slow down a little and not get too many things on my plate, yet everything came crashing down"

The screen cuts. It is blank for a second before it turns on again. Instead of the same living room of the dorm, we are bow in a studio. The camera is a little blurry before it focuses. It shows the rest of BTS sitting in the studio along with some staff that are helping,while Junri goes inside the booth getting ready to record.

Jimin is seen taking a piece of cake before the screen goes blank again. The camera is on again but this time back to the living room. It takes some time but the camera finally focuses on Junri.

"Can you tell us about your song TEACH YOU" the same voice that questioned the female singer before asked

"Yes, TEACH YOU is the first song I wrote for this album"said the female singer" Its about an event that happened to me about three years ago,it's about me telling THAT person that he made a mistake playing me " the 20 year old girl went on" There is a part where it says caught you red-handed should of been a better lier, to me that line is one of the best of the whole song because it's me claiming that I'm not the stupid girl he thinks I am."

The camera turns off again and then back on where you can see everyone in the studio paying close attention to Junri's recording. Everyone is scattered; Yoongi is sitting close to the computers checking her vocals as well as the lyrics. Namjoon sits on another wheeled chair similar to the one yoongi is sitting on, his eyes are closed as his fingers tap along the rhythm. Hoseok is on the sofa that's against the wall behind the huge desk/table in the middle of the room listening closely to the chorus making mental notes. Seokjin is also sitting on the couch,his head is tilted back wile his foot is bopping to the music. Jimin is sitting on the floor, eating a piece of cake while bopping his head making sure his noona dosent make a mistake wile recording. Taehyung is on a bean bag laying on it, taking a nap wile occasionally singing part of the lyrics in his sleep. Jungkook is on top of the huge table,his hand near the button that's connected to the mic so they can talk to Junri once she is done recording and give her some tips.

The camera the switches to Junri as she is recording. As she is singing her emotions out she is sucked into a flashback, the one that inspired the song. The screen the fades.

Junri is walking toward an apartment holding a bouket of roses. As she stops in front of the door she starts hearing noises,moans to be more precise. The said girl rushes to put on the code and rush inside.

As she opens the door,the noises increase. She can't seem to grasp the situation and starts following the noise. Junri stops in front of the bedroom door she shared with her boyfriend.

With shaky hands the idol singer grasps the doorknob getting ready to open it. It seemed as if time slowed down, he heart was beating at an irregular pace until it stoped.

In front of the singer were her boyfriend and another's girl going at it like rabbits. As if the pair sensed the presence of the girl the both turned to look at her.

"Junri it's not what it looks like"

"Shut it Taemin, you're a stupid boy"

With those words being said the female singer rushed out dropping the beautiful roses to the ground.

How could she have been stupid.

The camera turns on again. Junri is sitting on the living room floor with a pillow under her bum so it won't hurt. She is seen pouring some sprite in ice filled cups. On her left, Jin is seen opening containers of food and putting them in larger plates as well as putting them in the middle of the coffee table. Jungkook is seen placing plates and utensils on the large coffee table.

The screen glitches before it goes back to the group. This time everyone is sitting on the floor. The containers that once held food, were spotless clean out of it.

"How did the rest of you react to TEACH YOU"

"The song itself surprised most of us"responded the leader" In my opinion, the song has to be gold"

"I agree with Namjoon"responded the gummy smile man "Junri has put her emotions in the song,which makes it even more valuable"

There was a silence in the room before Taehyung sneezed. Everyone in the room erupts into laughter.

The camera shuts off,all you can hear is voices

"Is it ok if we continue the interview tomorrow"asked the interviewer

"Its fine, we can make the next the episode with you asking us and other staff that helped with the making of the album,right noona"asked the maknae

"Yes, we can also do the behind the scenes of the music video"responded the said female" It will be the second part involving this song, I think each song will have that" she finished

There is some rumaging of dishes and steps before everything is off.

Listen to the original song

[drama-nerd]

Sick Days

Pairing: Seho

Word Count: 2,693

Summary: Oh Sehun just wanted to enjoy and live through autumn without catching some sort of illness. Was that too much to ask? According to the universe, the answer is yes. On the bright side, he had a lovely man to take care of him during this time of misery.

Alternatively, five times in which Oh Sehun was ill and the one time he cared in return.

Tags: Domestic Fluff

~~~

-one-

“And this is why you don't play in the rain in four-degree weather,” Junmyeon scolded his younger boyfriend as he brought in a tray of soup to their shared bedroom. The blond had just returned from a tiring shift at the local bakery, Heavenly Bakes, to find that his boyfriend of three years had been suffering from the symptoms of a cold these last few hours. Great way to kick off the weekend.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” the younger, Sehun, protested as he sat up from his position on their bed. For the past few hours, he was forced to the confines of their bedroom as he cannot breathe through his nose nor could he move/feel his body. To someone as active as Sehun, these past few hours felt like hell. All because he decided to jog five kilometers in the rain… without a jacket.

“Well, look where that got you,” the blond gestured to the recovering body of the brunet as he neared the edge of the bed. “I told you that there was a sixty-percent chance of rain that day.”

In his defense, it was only drizzling when he started his monthly run and the more serious part of the rain started on his way back home, three kilometers away.  

“Stop patronizing me,” Sehun whined as he watched Junmyeon set the tray of steaming soup on his bedside table, being careful to not accidentally set it on the brunet’s charging phone (because no one wanted a repeat of what happened last year). “I’m already miserable enough as it.”

“Oh shush, you’ll be fine,” the older shot back as he carefully lifted the bowl of warm, steaming soup from the tray, bringing it closer to Sehun. “You’ll be fine as long as I take care of you, love.”

For a moment, the stuffy-nosed brunet warily stared at the soup bowl, as if expecting a goblin to jump out and scare him. His eyes shifted between the contents of the bowl and his beloved boyfriend before he gave up, gingerly taking the warm dish from said boyfriend’s hold. You can’t blame him, however, with the look Junmyeon gave him. It was too adorable to deny.

As he began taking spoonfuls of the rich, warm liquid, Sehun muttered, “Only because I love you.”

Unknown to him, Junmyeon smiled in return.  

-two-

“Achoo!” The sneeze of a certain twenty-three-year-old rang throughout the two-bedroom apartment of the Kim-Oh couple. At that moment, the said couple was snuggling in bed as the younger sneezed and “mouth-breathed” in misery. Another weekend wasted because of this bug that had been going around. Screw Jongin, Sehun’s brother, for coughing on him the other day.

Wordlessly, Junmyeon reached over his boyfriend’s form to hand him one of the many boxes of tissues that were resting on their bedside table for emergencies such as this.

“Thank you,” Sehun muttered as he graciously took the box from the older’s hands to cradle it in his arms. As he did, the couple returned to snuggling as the older spooned the younger from behind. While Sehun loved cuddling the blond, he hated being ill, and this was the second time this season (again, screw you, Jongin.) It doesn’t help that despite the number of hours Junmyeon had spent with a sick Oh Sehun, his boyfriend never seemed to catch whatever Sehun was offering. The universe truly despised him.

While it’s not the blond’s fault for Sehun’s shit immune system, he cannot help but be petty and whine at the unfairness of his situation. “Fuck your healthy self. Screw your immune system!”

Not wanting to aggravate the younger much more than he was at that moment, Junmyeon continued to spoon his beloved as the latter kept complaining about his slight predicament.

Until a sudden comment on Sehun’s part caused the older to inquire, “Well, if I’m sick, who’s going to take care of you and your whiny self? Hmm?” While Junmyeon wouldn’t mind skipping work (Kyungsoo was capable of handling the bakery for a day or two), he wasn’t really on board with the whole “I’m suffering, you should too” mentality that his beloved seemed to possess.

(Sick buddies, amirite?)

“We can ask Chanyeol hyung,” Sehun’s hoarse voice responded as he snuggled closer to Junmyeon. “He is a nurse and he’s only next door.”

“I don’t think Yixing would appreciate us taking advantage of his husband’s services,” the older chuckled.

“Eh. It was worth a shot.”

All of a sudden, Sehun turned his head to land a quick, yet meaningful kiss on his unsuspecting boyfriend’s precious lips, before he returned to his previous position. As a small smile graced his face, Sehun whispered, “Good night, Jun.”

Silence. Before-

“BLEH! SEHUN! YOU’RE SICK!”

-three-

“Sehun, if I see you on the computer one more time, I will tape you to the bed,” Junmyeon warned as he attempted to guide his boyfriend from the study back to their bedroom, for the third time today. The blond kept persuading the brunet to take a rest as he was ill, yet the younger wouldn’t give up. However, this would be the last time. Once Junmyeon realized that his previous efforts to pull him out of the study proved to be unbeneficial, he resorted to wrapping his arms snuggly around the younger’s middle before he dragged said male down the thin halls of their apartment.

“But, Jun,” Sehun protested hoarsely in his lover’s hold. For a shorter man, he sure was strong, stronger than him. Not that he’s going to admit that his love’s strength us one of his favorite attributes about him. No siree. “Dr. Byun needs my report as soon as possible.”

“I’m not hearing any of it,” the older declared as they finally entered the room. Immediately, Junmyeon gently pushed Sehun onto their unmade bed. He then proceeded to stack blankets upon blankets, which somehow ended up on the floor, on top of his beloved. “You have a cold. Take a rest will you?”

It wasn’t long before a sea of blankets rested on top of the brunet. Underneath the layers of fabric, Sehun attempted to protest once again. “But-”

“Sehun,” Junmyeon sighed exasperatedly. He paused for a second as he walked over to the bedside table in order to grab their only thermometer. With a smooth voice, he said, “Love, I’m sure Dr. Byun would understand if you don’t turn in your amazing research concerning rocks by Friday.” Once he finished his thoughts, the older pressed the cold surface of the thermometer against Sehun’s temple and waited.

Just as the brunet opened his mouth to say that he’s fine, no need to check his temperature again, the thermometer dinged.

“39 degrees,” Junmyeon tsked before setting the instrument down on the bedside table. “You’re staying in bed, mister.”

Finally admitting defeat, Sehun sunk into their mattress and let his beloved fuss over him. However, in the deepest depths of his mind, he knew that he would be lying if he thought that he didn’t enjoy this treatment. Not that he’ll state it out loud.

-four-

“Why didn’t you call me?” Junmyeon asked the minute he walked through the front door. His forehead glistened with sweat as he stripped the multiple layers from his body. One by one, coats and sweaters were piled on the floor nearest to the door. From his frantic behavior, it’s evident that he rushed over here from his previous destination after hearing the news from his neighbor.

“I didn’t think it was serious,” Sehun responded with a scratchy voice as he watched his boyfriend from his position curled up on the couch. The former was bundled up with two rather large blankets and wore Junmyeon’s oversized hoodie as he watched subtitled episodes of Haikyuu!! on the television. To be honest, Sehun looked absolutely adorable; if not for the fact that he had a small, grey bucket settled right next to his hip with a bright blue box of tissues cradled in his arms. Not to mention his sickly pale skin and his red nose. Overall, anything but, “not serious.”

The blond sighed in irritation as he crossed the room to feel his beloved’s forehead. This. Boy.

Sure, said male is twenty-three years young, yet his level of judgment seriously needed some work.

“Having a high-grade fever and vomiting after each meal is not ‘not serious,’ love.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” Sehun responded defensively while he watched Junmyeon leave his side to head into the kitchen, most likely to fill a bag with ice to reduce his temperature. “You told me that your client ordered a complicated list of desserts for their event this Friday.” He coughed. “I didn’t want to stress you out.”

From their small kitchenette, Junmyeon’s face was graced with a slight smile. While Sehun was the one that was ill and suffering, the younger felt worried about his workload. In any other situation, this would be endearing; yet it made Junmyeon feel uncomfortable. He could not let go of the fact that his beloved ignored his own health for the older’s sake.

Snapping back to the land of the conscious, Junmyeon quickly filled the ice bag before returning to the main room where his boyfriend sat in misery.

“Love, your health means much more to me than my clients and their orders. Especially more than Mr. Wu’s glow-in-the-dark cake,” the older soothed as he took a seat next to his ill boyfriend. Junmyeon then placed the ice bag on the younger’s head, holding it in place to ensure that the bag did not fall. “Besides, I left Kyungsoo in charge. I’m sure he can handle Minseok and Zitao for the rest of the day.”

Before Sehun could smile back at the words of reassurance, a sudden sensation caused him to quickly turn to his side and heave into the bucket situated there. As Sehun’s body emptied the little amounts of food in his stomach, Junmyeon wordlessly set the ice bag aside as he rubbed the brunet’s back soothingly.

After he emptied any sort of food from his stomach, Sehun leaned away from the grey bucket, sank into the cushions of the couch behind him, and closed his eyes. He did not want to see the disgusting mixture of soup and bile that sloshed within the container next to him.

Seeing that his love was finished with his business, Junmyeon quietly stood up, as to not disturb the ill male, and took the container away to the bathroom with the intention of washing said bucket.

As the blond left the main room, he heard Sehun whisper, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, love.”

-five-

The day eventually turned to night. The bright apartment darkened as the hours passed. In the bedroom, a certain twenty-three-year-old and his twenty-six-year-old companion had long since retired to bed. It had been a long day. The former apparently caught a bug from one of his colleagues. However, it was nothing he could not handle. He would be fine before the week ended.

In the meantime, Sehun would enjoy his time with his boyfriend.

With him being a researcher in geology and Junmyeon owning a bakery, Sehun spent only so much time with his lover. While he was sick and miserable, he would cherish the moments in which the older took care of him.

That night was one of those moments. At that moment, the older of the two had his arms wrapped around the middle of his boyfriend as he snuggled into his back. Their legs were so intertwined that it was difficult to see who’s leg belonged to who. Nothing but comfortable silence was shared between them.

That was until Sehun groaned and shifted his position. While he could handle most the symptoms that came with this bug (i.e. a runny nose, slight fever, etc.), the one major symptom he could not handle was the mind-splitting headaches. Not that he would admit that out loud though.

“Sehun?” Junmyeon rasped as he unwrapped his arms from his beloved’s torso to cast a look of concern. “Are you alright?”

While the younger was saddened by the loss of contact, he pushed that aside and responded, “I’m fine, Jun. Just another headache.”

“Are you sure?” Junmyeon persisted. The last thing he wanted was for his boyfriend to cry again from the intense pain he experienced from the previous headache because of his carelessness.

A few moments of silence passed as Sehun tried to ignore the pounding within his skull.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” At that, Sehun laid back down on their queen-sized mattress as Junmyeon joined him not long after. They then slipped into one of the routines they had developed over the last three years: Junmyeon’s arms encased the younger from behind with Sehun relaxing into his hold.

However, the peace did not last long. A few moments passed before Sehun groaned in pain yet again.

Yet before Junmyeon had the opportunity to remove his arms from Sehun’s middle, the latter let out something akin to a whine.

“No,” he protested, “Just hold me like this.”

“But Sehun,” Junmyeon hesitated. “You’re sick.”

“No, I don’t care,” Sehun slurred in return. All he wanted was his boyfriend’s comfort when his head decided to kill him. “This makes me feel better.”

A few moments passed as Junmyeon weighed his options and the pros/cons of each option. Finally, he said, “Alright. Besides, I have a strong immune system.”

  -bonus-

As the end of autumn drew near, Sehun’s health seemed to improve ever so slightly. His bouts of nausea and discomfort lessened, and for once this season, he felt as if the universe was doing him good.

However, that lasted until one, fine December morning.

It took a lot for Oh Sehun to genuinely freak out; making sure that his boyfriend was properly cared for as said male suffered from a cold was one of those situations.

“‘I have a strong immune system,’ he says,” the brunet muttered under his breath as he searched the medicine cabinet. In all the years he had known Junmyeon, the latter had fallen ill thrice, not including this time. Why the hell do we have six bottles of Midol in here? Sehun thought as he pushed aside bottle after bottle.

“Technically,” Junmyeon weakly called out from his position on the bed. He was under a pile of warm blankets with used tissues strewn around him. Apparently, the bin was “too far” to reach (read: it was next to the bedside table.) “This is your fault for kissing me the other week.” He coughed for a moment before continuing, “Therefore, you brought this upon yourself.”

Popping out of the bathroom with a bottle of cold medicine, Sehun retorted, “We do not bring up my past mistakes.”

When Junmyeon saw his boyfriend approach the bed, he propped himself up and leaned against the headboard. When Sehun reached the bed and sat on the end, most likely to avoid the mounds of tissues, Junmyeon took the medication with grace. Well, as much grace one could possess while feeling like shit.

Once he was finished, Sehun took the bottle back and set it on the bedside table. It was then that he remembered their previous conversation and picked up with, “Besides, you complied with my actions.”

“You know I can’t say no to you,” Junmyeon defended.

“True, but now I have to take care of you,” Sehun sighed, “I won’t be as good as you though.”

“I have confidence in you, love,” the blond comforted before another cough racked his body. Despite that, the older male managed to direct a weak smile toward the younger. Naturally, Sehun grinned back.

The two then entered a comfortable silence before Junmyeon’s suddenly eyes lit up. With the strongest voice he could muster, he joked, “You know what, think of it as payback for all the times I took care of you these last few months.”

  “Oh shush your mouth.”

While Oh Sehun was not the greatest caretaker (the burnt soup and other situations proved the said point), as long as he had Junmyeon silently guiding him along the way, everything would be fine.

~~~

Inspiration... depleting...

-A 

[fanficsofmine]

Secret-Chanyeol Fluff

Happy Yeol Day! Here’s a super fluffy Chanyeol one shot inspired by the super fluffy baby feels i was having earlier. (I died writing this just for the record thanks I’m not sure why I did this I’m now dead) -A

“You ready babe?” Chanyeol asked, hugging me tightly.

We were hanging out at the apartment, waiting for the other members to come over. We had something we were keeping from them, and we were finally ready to tell them.

For weeks we’ve kept it a secret. Chanyeol had tried so hard to not spill the beans, to not let everyone know that we were having a little one.

Chanyeol was so excited when I told him. When I found out, I got so excited that I went to the nearest shop and bought a Father’s Day card to give him. On the inside I wrote ‘Hi Dad’ and placed a picture of the pregnancy test on the inside that just read ‘Pregnant’.

When he got home I handed him the card. He was incredibly confused, but once he opened it and saw the inside, he looked at me and had the biggest smile on his face.

“Are you serious? We’re going to be parents?” He asked excitedly.

I nodded my head and he started yelling. He picked me up and spun me around and kissed me. He placed both hands on my belly and dropped to his knees so he could kiss the small baby growing in my belly as well.

“Hey little one, It’s your dad. I can’t wait to finally see you” He said, kissing my belly again.

He would always want to touch my belly when we were around everyone, but I had to stop him constantly. He was so antsy about telling everyone but I was incredibly apprehensive.

I wanted to make sure our baby was healthy before we announced it to anyone, just in case anything would go wrong. I was happy that it was autumn, because it made it easy to cover my growing belly with big baggy sweaters and long hoodies. They were key to keeping our secret hidden in plain sight.

It was killing Chanyeol to keep it a secret, but he did well. Luckily, he got a lot of his excitement out at night time when we were lying in bed or when we were home alone.

He loved talking to our little one. He would rub my belly all the time, talking about the baby, whether it’s a he or a she. Chanyeol sang to the baby constantly. Every night he would grab his guitar and sing random songs to the baby.

“Maybe it’ll be musical like me” he said, beaming every time he brought it up.

“Musical like us baby.” I said, kissing him.

Chanyeol would always talk about how smart and talented he or she would be, and would also talk about what they may look like.

“I hope it has your eyes” he would say, “and your ears.”

“Baby boy, chances are our kids will have your ears, you’ll just have to accept that. Besides, your ears are one of my favorite things about you. I honestly hope they have your ears.” I said.

He just shook his head and continued daydreaming about what our kids would be like.

He talked about how we were going to tell the members, and how we were going to tell our families as well. We talked about small gifts for our parents,

The first ultrasound was a whirlwind. The moment we saw our little one on the screen, excitement overtook us. We both had the biggest smiles on our faces, and when the doctor let us hear our baby’s heart beat for the first time, we held hands and sobbed. It was one of the most amazing moments we have ever experienced in our lives.

Weeks passed and we were finally ready to tell everyone. I wanted to wait until the 12-week appointment, but we decided we were going wait until about 16 weeks to find out what we were having before we told anyone.

Chanyeol and I had already told our families the gender, but we wanted to do something special for the boys, so our families were sworn to secrecy until we could tell them.

We set up a big family dinner with the help of my friend Trinity, and when the boys got there they were really surprised. We ate happily and after dinner we sat around the living room.

Chanyeol cleared his throat and started to speak. He was incredibly nervous, so his voice cracked for a moment. Baekhyun started laughing which made a few other members laugh, including Chanyeol. This made him a lot less nervous and he was finally able to begin his announcement.

“I have something to say. (Y/N) and I have been keeping a secret from you. We wanted to wait until the right time, and we are so excited to tell you.”

The members started stirring, talking to each other and speculating about what the news could be. They kept looking at each other, then at us, trying to guess. Once it quieted down, Chanyeol asked me to stand up next to him.

“We wanted to make sure everything was in the clear before we told you. WE’RE HAVING A BABY!” He yelled, causing the members to yell in excitement in response to him.

“YA! I’m so excited” Baekhyun said, standing up and hugging me.

“I’m going to be an uncle? This is amazing!” Minseok exclaimed

“I’m going to buy him or her all kinds of fun outfits” Sehun said, smiling widely.

“About that….” Chanyeol said. “We actually know what we’re having. We have something special for you guys so you can find out in a fun way.”

I pulled the white box out of the fridge and placed it on the counter. I took the tall white frosted cake from the box. On the top it said, “He or she, what will it be?” With lots of question marks on it for decoration.

“Who wants to do the honors?” I asked, “because we’ve all seen Chanyeol’s cake cutting skills, so I think someone else should do it” I chuckled.

This caused a bit of an uproar between the members, arguing about who was going to cut the cake.

“Alright fine. Rock paper scissors. Winner gets to cut the cake.” Junmyeon said, “It’s only fair that way.”

All of the members (Minus Chanyeol) played rock paper scissors until one winner was decided.

“Kyungsoo! You win. You get to cut the cake.” Chanyeol said, handing him the knife.

Kyungsoo Cut the cake down the middle then again at an angle to get the perfect slice. The members crowded around the cake, watching with excitement as Kyungsoo lifted the piece of cake up, revealing the white cake with bright BLUE icing between the layers.

Cheers exploded through the room when they saw it.

“WAH! It’s a BOY! I’M SO EXCITED” Shouted Jongin, as he hugged Chanyeol and jumped in place.

“Ah a boy! How exciting!” Yixing said, hugging me tightly “Congratulations!”

“This is amazing!!! Jongdae exclaimed “Let’s talk about boy names after we eat cake! You know, Jongdae isn’t a bad name” he said jokingly as he got in line for cake.

Chanyeol shook his head as he walked over to me. He hugged me from behind and was finally able to place his hands on my stomach freely, without having to hide anything from anyone. I placed my hands over his and placed my head back onto his shoulder.

“I’m so happy we finally got to tell them about our little boy, Chanyeol.”

“Me too baby” He said. “Woah, what was that?” He asked, moving his hand around my belly.

“I….I think he just kicked your hand baby. I’ve felt little flutters before, but that was definitely a stronger kick than I’ve felt before.” I explained, rubbing my hand over the spot where the baby had kicked.

We spent the rest of the evening with the members. We ate cake, talked about boy names, how we should do the nursery, and many other things. The boys talked about how excited they were to be our son’s ‘Uncles’, and how they would spoil him.

It was a great evening filled with love for us and our soon to be little one, and it was a night we certainly wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon.