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Soobin was fresh out of university and Beomgyu was just finishing up his third year when the talks and general knowledge that they both wanted children became more and more of a tangible thing even if it was far off. Soobin was starting a job in the career he loved and one of the goals he was working towards was providing a good life for him and Beomgyu, to secure the future they planned to make together.
But children were far off and they hadn’t even talked about having them much after establishing that they did, in fact, want them, so it fell by the wayside. That was until Beomgyu got appointed the junior pr manager for an entertainment company one year after graduating. That night he and Soobin sat down and talked more about what they wanted and even set a rough timeline, one that they made sure to stress was okay if they did not achieve to a tee (important for the perfectionist in Beomgyu) and that could be changed at any point.
They had just moved into a lush apartment in Seoul comfortably purchased with the money they’d saved over the years plus the fruits of the past few months of labor. Beomgyu and his team went to court for one of his bigger clients and succeeded in defending her against slander and defamation and Soobin was finally settled into his fairly new position of junior project manager.
Beomgyu had just come up from recycling the last of the empty moving boxes when Soobin got a notification reminding him his rut was due in 2 weeks, a second later Beomgyu’s phone dinged with a similar message but for his heat. They looked up simultaneously and in unison, with matching smiles they said “We should talk.”
And so they talked, but only for a few minutes before they were ripping each other’s clothes off and Soobin was fucking Beomgyu face down on their plush rug. Beomgyu took his birth control that morning and they were both on suppressants, both of them knew it, but Soobin didn’t care, just the knowledge that in just a couple of weeks, he would finally pup his sweet omega had him driving into his cunt like it would take now.
It was like the stars aligned for them, brand new apartment, comfortable lives, and cycles aligned, perfect. They requested leave and spent their cycles wrapped up in one another, borderline delirious with want, just as nature intended. The smell of juniper and dewed lilies was so thick in the air he could bet their neighbors below could smell it. Soobin took Beomgyu on every surface of their apartment, knotting him over and over until he was swollen and leaking cum. Not that Soobin would let any escape, nope, he wasn’t taking any chances of not pupping his mate.
He was so excited to pup his omega that as soon as their cycles ended he began sniffing at Beomgyu’s stomach to try to suss out the smell of milk, the tell tale sign of a pregnant omega, although he knew full well that it was way too early. When that didn’t work he went to the convenience store and bought 10 pregnancy tests, only to be scolded by Beomgyu because just like with the pregnancy pheromones, it would be weeks until he could test himself.
The test is negative.
And while Soobin is disappointed, he’s not too surprised. Now that the initial feral-ness of trying to pup Beomgyu has worn down he knows that expecting to get pregnant right off the bat was a little unrealistic.
He’s not going to say that out loud though. Not when Beomgyu is furiously pacing back and forth cursing and pointing at the three negative pregnancy tests in Soobin’s hand.
“I can’t–” Beomgyu starts with his index finger pointed up. He shuts his mouth with a click and incredulously shakes his head before going back to pacing.
Oh no, now he’s laughing. This isn’t good.
“I can’t believe I went through an entire heat just to not get pregnant,” Beomgyu explodes, he turns towards Soobin and glowers. “And it’s not just through heat which I haven’t had in years, I stopped my birth control so I was ovulating too,”
Beomgyu points a finger over to him “Do you know how painful it is to be not only heat horny but also ovulation horny!?”
Setting the tests on a nightstand, Soobin gives him a sympathetic grimace and reaches his arms out. With a whine Beomgyu stomps over and plops himself down onto his lap with a pout. It’s not the best time to be thinking this, but he hopes they have a daughter, and he wants her to look just like Beomgyu.
“We’ll go see the doctor okay, both of us will get checked out, we’re due for our yearly’s next month anyway, okay?”
“Okay, but until then—” Beomgyu says and pushes Soobin down onto the mattress, “We’re trying again.”
Soobin pulls Beomgyu into a kiss and flips them over, “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, pup me, alpha?”
Fuck. The way he’s looking up at him, pouty lips and big round eyes, Soobin’s gonna wreck him. He growls and starts to rip off their clothes.
Beomgyu’s angry. No, he’s furious. No, he’s… sad, he’s so sad and there’s nothing Soobin can do to help, he’s helpless. It’s been months of them trying to get pregnant and it still hasn’t happened. According to their doctors things take a while to get back in order after stopping suppressants and they need to just wait a bit of time, but Beomgyu is tired of waiting, he wants to be pupped now, and Soobin can see the toll it’s taking on him. Every negative test shoots right through his core straight to his omega, wounding it. He’s spiraling and he feels like a failure, that he “can’t even do the one thing he’s supposed to.” His words, not Soobin’s. That’s a terrible way of thinking and Beomgyu would never say it to anyone but Soobin for fear of setting the progress of omegan rights back, but he can’t help it, Beomgyu has known since he was a child himself that he wanted children. It was the first thing that came out of his mouth when they first discussed kids.
Soobin’s hurting too, although he’s doing a good job of hiding it and less in a way that’s made him sad and more in a way that’s making him antsy, and horny weirdly enough. It’s like his alpha won’t settle until Beomgyu is pupped. He has to hide it, though, Beomgyu comes first.
When he comes home from work he makes a beeline for Beomgyu and starts kissing up his neck, ready to burst as if they’d been going at it for hours. Beomgyu pulls away from him gently with a soft No and turns around.
“I’m sorry hyung but I can’t, not right now,” He says and stands up with a grimace before limping to their kitchen.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Why are you limping?” Soobin rushes up to Beomgyu and looks him over, “What happened?”
Beomgyu looks at him, dumbfounded “Hyung, you happened, we’ve fucked 8 times this week and it’s only Tuesday,” He leans against the island and gives an exacerbated face.
“You know how much I want this too but, my cunt needs a break…”
So apparently he isn’t doing a good job of hiding it.
The apologies are on the tip of his tongue when Beomgyu speaks again, walking toward their bedroom “We’ll start again in 2 days, but for now I’m going to go soak in the bath, care to join me?” Soobin is right behind him chasing him into their room with intermittent smacks to his ass.
“I mean it hyung, no funny business,” Beomgyu cackles as he limp hobbles away.
2 days and an ungodly amount of jerking off later Soobin walks into their apartment, raring to go. He’d barely made it through the day, thinking of all the things he would do to Beomgyu once he got home. The last thing he expected once he closed the door and removed his outerwear was for Beomgyu to rush up to him and blurt out,
“I had an abortion.”
Beomgyu knows the proper thing would have been to sit Soobin down and ease him into his confession, but after the day he’s had, the stressing over his fertility, the panic, he couldn’t hold it in. Soobin’s eyes widen, his jaw drops slightly and Beomgyu feels his heart break, and his breathing starts to pick up.
Soobin grabs his hand and leads them to the couch, confusion written all over his face. Once again Beomgyu doesn’t let him get a word in before he’s spilling his guts “I had an abortion and I never told you and now the insane part of my mind has convinced me that it’s why I’m not getting pregnant even though logically, I know, I know it’s not why.”
Soobin gapes at him for a bit, so many unreadable expressions crossing his face before he asks, “What?! When?! How? Abortion is illegal here, what…”
“It was a few months after we got together, I found out I was pregnant a couple of weeks after I was offered that work study in California,” Beomgyu starts, voice wavering with fear.
“I was going to say no at first, I had another work study lined up in Seoul and I didn’t want to be away from you, but then I found out I was pregnant and I knew that we just couldn’t… not then anyway.”
“We were so young, and not at all equipped to be parents. So I accepted the work study offer and after a week there I told my dorm mate that I was pregnant and asked if she could help me. I got the abortion the next day.”
“And now I think God is punishing me and something went wrong and I’m one of the few people to end up infertile after an abortion.” Beomgyu sobs out, his chest heaving and hands shaking. Beomgyu chokes on his tears as he tries to regain his senses, he can hear Soobin saying something to him, feel him grip onto his shoulders but it feels like he’s underwater.
Then something cuts through,
“ BEOMGYU-YAH!” Soobin says in his alpha voice and it’s as if Beomgyu never felt any panic at all, his tears stop almost immediately and his heartbeat begins to slow down. Pulling himself up from the hunched position he’s ended up in, he looks at his alpha, the look on Soobin’s face is one he can’t discern and it terrifies him.
“Are you mad at me? Do you hate me?” Beomgyu asks quietly. “Are you going to break our bond?”
Soobin’s eyes widen “No, what? NO, Beomgyu, no to all of it.” Soobin says firmly and releases calming pheromones.
“No, I’m shocked and still a bit confused, but mostly I’m just sad that you had to go through that alone, and I feel like shit for thinking it, but you did the right thing. Our relationship was so fresh, and we were so young I don’t know how we’d be if you hadn’t done it.”
Soobin opens his arms and Beomgyu launches himself into them, he feels a kiss on his head.
“Everything will work out, Gyu.”
Beomgyu has known he wants to be a parent? mother? father? Well, he’s not sure what he wants to call himself or what he wants his future children to call him, but he’s known he’s wanted kids since he was a kid himself. And unbeknownst to Soobin he’s been planning out his pregnancies since he presented but especially since the alpha graduated.
Planning and predicting, it’s a tradition for the Women and Omegas of The Gyeonju Choi Clan. Once the pregnancy is confirmed the predictions can start, and there’s really no prize for correctly predicting things, it’s just for bragging rights. Although those with the most correct predictions are spoken about with a tone of reverence.
His mom currently holds the record for number of things correctly predicted with her giving birth on both days her doctor expected her too (like she predicted) predicting the number and gender of babies. It’d been close because she originally predicted for his older brother to be twins and technically they were but the other twin was eaten by Beomseok so his mom ended up being right in the end predicting that she would have 2 male omega sons. After half a year of trying Beomgyu is tired of waiting and has his predictions all lined up, despite not being pregnant yet.
Beomgyu looks over to his sleeping mate and stews silently, things are already off to a bad start. The first thing he wanted (not having a summer due date) was already out the window because for some reason his reproductive system has decided it hates him, not taking any pregnancy that would ensure that he wouldn’t be the size of a whale in the hot ass summer. And since his first prediction of giving birth in the summer has gone to shit, he’s decided to throw the rest out.
He knows that he didn’t verbalize his predictions and therefore they don’t count but it’s the principle of the thing. He wants to be pregnant now!
Seriously, how many more creampies does he need for a pregnancy to actually take? He hmmphs to himself, crossing his arms and stewing silently. And his poor mate, Beomgyu can see that this entire thing is affecting Soobin too. He just wants to be a good omega. He should be doing more, trying harder.
What the hell has he even been thinking? He's Beomgyu , he's meticulous, a perfectionist to a fault. How he thought he and Soobin could just fuck and get him pregnant with no planning he had no idea.
Beomgyu knows what he needs to do.
He tosses the blankets off of him and is halfway to the dresser to throw on some clothes when he hears a loud gasp and Soobin shoots up from where he'd been sleeping next to him.
"What's wrong!" He half yells in surprise, "Beomgyu-ya what's wrong? Are you okay?!"
Beomgyu stops dead in his tracks and looks out the dark window.
Right. It's 3 am.
He quickly makes his way back to their bed and kisses Soobin lightly, "Nothing's wrong, I promise, I got an idea and was about to head to the store." Soobin looks at him deadpanned and Beomgyu laughs sheepishly "Didn't even realize it was the middle of the night, you know how I get."
Soobin mumbles something along the lines of yeah I know and he's struggling to keep his eyes open.
"Go back to sleep, alpha," Soobin lies back down pulling Beomgyu to lay on top of him, and Beomgyu listens to his lips smack a couple of times before his breathing evens out. He doesn't think he'll be getting any sleep tonight, there's too much to plan.
The next day Beomgyu hauls ass in the office to finish going over records and writing up briefs just so he can have plenty of time to get to all of the stores he needs to get to.
After three hours of meticulously combing through the aisles of the nearest clothing, craft and office supply stores, he hurries home and begins assembling.
He’s in such a trance he doesn’t even hear the front door unlocking and Soobin taking off his unnecessary suit jacket and tie.
“Uhhh, everything alright Gyu? I was calling your name?” Beomgyu spins around hand clutched to his heart.
“Fuck! You scared me, why didn’t you say something?”
Soobin sighs, “I did, I called your name like four times, if it weren’t for your briefcase I would have thought you weren’t—” Soobin cuts himself off and looks behind Beomgyu, who steps out of the way to get the stick he bought for pointing.
“What the?” Soobin gapes at the display set up. Beomgyu doesn’t answer, just points him to the couch. Soobin sits heavily and looks at the board for a second before seeming to finally notice the rest of their living room.
“Are those my pants?” He asks, pointing to the neatly folded piles of jeans and slacks on the floor. “And my underwear?”
“Don’t worry about that right now, we’ll get to that later.”
Pointing stick in hand, Beomgyu positions himself in front of the display he made and with a flourish he pulls off the cover.
“Tada!” Beomgyu watches as Soobin looks over the board, his eyes flitting to every corner before settling on the top.
“‘Operation Get Beomgyu Pregnant?’ You couldn’t think of a more creative title?” He asks and Beomgyu huffs indignantly, he knew his mate would point that out.
“Hyung, it was the last thing I did and I had a long day. Now quiet, let’s start the presentation.” Beomgyu hands Soobin a copy of the itinerary he typed up at work and clears his throat.
“So it’s become very clear to me that the whole ‘fuck and hope we get pregnant thing’ is not the way to go. I had this revelation a few nights ago.”
“You mean when you tried to go to the store at 3’ o clock in the morning?”
“Yes, now quiet. First things first,” He smacks the board with the pointer, “Health, both of us need to be at peak health for this to work. That means no red meat for you, and no alcohol for both of us.” He takes a moment to grieve the beer he likes to have after a long day of work.
“Speaking of drinks, from now on we will be drinking water and tea, specifically Ashwagandha, and for me grapefruit juice.” He stops for another moment to gag at the prospect.
Beomgyu continues “If you scan the qr code on point 2 it’ll take you to the app store, download that app, it’s to track ovulation, it gives alerts and everything. Just enter my code that’s on line 3 and we’ll be connected.”
Soobin stares at him looking a little afraid, as he reads line 4, “Sperm motility? No go’s?”
“Yup, I know you like a hot bath after going to a job site, but that’s going to have to stop until I get pregnant.”
Soobin looks over to the piles of clothes and gulps audibly “And my clothes?”
“Now hyung, I know you take pride in thinking you’re the best dressed person in any room you walk into, but tight clothing decreases sperm motility, so no skinny jeans and tight work slacks anymore. If I can’t stick my entire arm down your pants then they are a no go.” Soobin opens his mouth to speak, probably to say that the no skinny jeans wasn’t a problem but loose slacks? In 2025? Fashion sin. But Beomgyu cuts him off before he can start because he knows what he says next will get to him. “Oh and no boxer briefs.”
“Well what am I supposed to—” Soobin’s face screws up in disgust as Beomgyu sets down the stick and hands him a neatly folded, freshly laundered pile of boxers. With his pointer finger and thumb he picks up a pair of the garment as if they’re diseased and closes his eyes.
“Baby, baby, baby,” he chants.
“Yes?” Beomgyu answers.
“No, not you, I'm just reminding myself that this is for us to have a baby.” He sighs.
“So you’ll do it?” Beomgyu sits next to him and holds onto his waist burying his face into his neck. He knows the answer, and that Soobin wants this as bad as he does.
Wrapping his arms around Beomgyu, Soobin kisses his head, “Of course, I’d do anything, including wearing—” He fake gags “Boxer shorts.”
“Please stop looking.” Soobin says dejectedly, maneuvering himself so that his lower half is obscured by the island in the HueningKangChoi (they are still figuring out a name even after all these years) kitchen.
“I’ll stop looking at it, if it stops looking at me first,” Yeonjun says in disgust. He pours himself another drink and Soobin stares in envy wishing he could have a stiff one, or at least a hot bath.
Work has been a mess, the team brought in by his client to help with the preliminaries for a new apartment complex are completely fucking incompetent and everyone is on edge. Not to mention his pants are way too loose, Yeonjun won’t stop commenting on his bulge and to make it all worse they still aren’t pregnant.
He lets out a frustrated sigh and gulps down the last of his tea. On the plus side he hasn’t felt this well physically since his early 20’s. The new regimen Beomgyu has him on however tedious is working in that aspect and he hopes it culminates in them having a baby.
“Did you have to wear grey sweatpants though?” Yeonjun asks and Soobin lunges for his neck playfully.
“Yah- it’s my day off and I’m— DING! DING! DING!” His phone goes off and he releases Yeonjun’s neck, and as if he teleported Beomgyu is by his side in an instant. The pregnancy app says it’s time for them to try.
“We’re leaving,” Soobin says and a chorus of objections rings out.
“Why? You said you were spending the weekend with us, it’s only Friday?” Kai says having appeared with Taehyun.
“The app we’re using says it’s it time for us to “try” so unless you want us fucking in your spare room we should go,“ Soobin explains.
“It’s not like we’ve never done it before,” Beomgyu says to which Yeonjun agrees and then grimaces.
Truthfully, Soobin doesn’t want to leave either and yes they have fucked in the ChoiKangHuening household before, but not with them knowing full and well what’s happening. He scratches his head in thought before acquiescing.
“Yay!” Beomgyu says, grabbing Soobin by the wrist and dragging him off to whoops and cheers and well wishes, much to his embarrassment.
Even though the entire purpose of a knot is to prevent cum from escaping and ensuring pregnancy, Beomgyu has added a second step to that. After Soobin’s knot deflates, Beomgyu has taken to lifting his legs up against the headboard to further help gravity do its job.
A knock sounds out and just as Soobin starts to object Beomgyu invites the others in. Yeonjun and his omegas come in and crowd onto the bed while Soobin makes sure both he and Beomgyu are properly covered.
You’d think that their best friends being literally in the bed as Beomgyu has his legs in the air trying to cinch a pregnancy would be weird, but as they laugh at a meme Kai shows them it feels completely normal. Another reminder that while they aren’t all romantically involved they are still a pack.
“I’m not done talking about this” Soobin huffs angrily, ripping off his tie and storming after Beomgyu. He can’t believe what Beomgyu said to his client, the scene he caused.
“Well I am!” Beomgyu retorts and fuck! Soobin’s furious with him.
“I’ve told you how he is, warned you in advance, begged you to keep your cool and what do you do? Insult the man that’s bankrolling the biggest project of my career!”
“I don’t care who he is and how much money he has, he had no right talking down to you like that.” Beomgyu says and then they both go quiet, just staring at each other. Clearly this is going to be one of those situations where they just have to disagree with each other. Soobin scoffs and walks past Beomgyu who starts to walk toward their kitchen. The air is tight and the silence is deafening, tense.
“DING!DING!DING!” Goes the pregnancy app and Soobin nearly bursts out laughing at the timing. With very little words they head to their room and Beomgyu pointedly gets on his hands and knees, clearly not wanting to look at him. He hopes that a bit of angry sex will smooth things over.
Of course him and Soobin angry fucking was what finally did it.
Beomgyu laughs almost hysterically through his tears as he clutches the positive pregnancy tests in his hand. He almost wishes he hadn’t taken them so he and Soobin could have found out together, but at this point he was so used to negative tests that he hadn’t even thought twice. Legs shaking, he barely manages to haul himself off the bathroom floor and into their home office. He should find a way to surprise Soobin, maybe put them in a box and let him open it up, or leave them on the coffee table or something. His thoughts are going a mile a minute and he’s still crying.
Needing to get his bearings he sits down and just breathes, happy sobs still escaping him. A baby. He and Soobin are going to have a baby. The culmination of their relationship will be in the world for all to see and Beomgyu gets the honor of growing them for the next nine months. His pheromones are thick and syrupy in the air, a morning meadow after a night of rain and he swears he can smell milk.
He schools his face into as neutral of an expression that he can when he hears Soobin come in and set his things down. He hadn’t ended up settling on much of a plan; he just wanted to play it cool to maximize the surprise. He impatiently waits in the living room, body shaking in anticipation and the need to cry still present, he does a calming motion in front of his face and looks up when Soobin enters.
Soobin can tell something is up even before he enters the apartment, in the hall to their home he can smell Beomgyu’s scent, it’s like usual but filled with so much anxiety that it’s traveled under the door out for anyone who passes by to smell. When he steps in he hears Beomgyu come out into the living room silently, weird. Confused, Soobin stops to listen for a second before finishing taking off his outerwear and peeking into the living room. Beomgyu is doing his “keep your facial expression neutral” motion, pinching the air in front of his face and then nodding once he gets it together.
Soobin enters the rooms and the moment they make eye contact whatever resolve Beomgyu had shatters, his face crumbles, he pouts and starts crying. In a second Soobin has him in his arms, pulling his head onto his chest, confused at the scent coming from his omega, he smells happy, but he’s never heard him cry like this. Beomgyu pulls one arm from around him and reaches back and Soobin’s eyes follow. He sees the pregnancy test the moment it emerges from Beomgyu’s pocket and he knows. Beomgyu hands it to him with a wobbly smile and he grabs it, holds it gingerly, eyes stinging. They look at each other and then down to the positive test and the tears fall from Soobin’s eyes.
“Really?” He asks in a sob and Beomgyu nods enthusiastically.
“I’m pregnant hyung, we did it.”
“How?” Soobin asks dumbly. “I mean we’ve been so busy we haven’t—” Beomgyu gives him a watery smirk and raises an eyebrow. The last time they had sex was—
“You mean after the party when we—”
“Yup.”
“I should have guessed it would work, I mean we are ‘The Bickering Duo’ after all.” Beomgyu jokes and wraps him in another hug.
Month 1
“Okay! My predictions are as follows,” Beomgyu starts, pointing to the board once again, this time in front of his pack. Now that his pregnancy was confirmed, 3 weeks and 5 days, he could now officially start his predictions.
“Although I want my baby to be born at 39 weeks, something is telling me that he will be born at 38 weeks on June 15th.”
“He?” They all say in unison and Soobin just sits back and smiles having heard all of this already.
“Yes, he. I predict that our lovely baby will be a boy, a male omega just like his mommy and uncle to be exact and while he may be a male omega like his Mommy— I think I will be called Mommy by the way but I’m not 100% sold on it. My little baby boy will look just like his daddy, I saw him in my taemong and those are never wrong.” He ends and while Soobin believes they will have a girl, the picture that Beomgyu has painted has his eyes watering.
Month 2
Soobin makes his way to open the door after a knock sounds out already knowing who’s behind it.
It’s his mother, of course.
If there is one person who’s just as excited or maybe even more that they are expecting, it’s his mom. She comes in bearing her typical gifts and barely acknowledges him, making a beeline for Beomgyu, who’s just woken up from an afternoon nap, pregnancy fatigue really hitting hard.
She and Beomgyu’s mothers but especially his omega mother are having so much fun doting on Beomgyu and their unborn first grandchild, and Soobin already knows that this won’t end even when the baby is born. Spoiled rotten, they’ll be.
“So…did you decide? Did you find out?” Mira asks and Beomgyu smiles apologetically at her.
“We…decided… not to find out the baby’s gender.” Beomgyu informs and Mira’s shoulders drop for a second before she shakes her head, and claps her hands.
“It’s fine all the same, neutral colors it is then! Ooh and it’ll be fun to guess.”
“I think…” She starts with a finger to her chin “A boy, I’m so sure of it.”
Soobin gasps at his mother, “You too Eomma?” Beomgyu laughs and reaches over to hug her and they start chatting about their shared prediction.
“Bin-ah, I brought banchan,” She says, handing her bag to him, “Nutrient rich so that my son and grandson come out of this strong and healthy.” Soobin playfully grumbles and walks to put up the many storage bowls. Looking over into the living room he watches fondly as his mother and his omega trade pregnancy stories and tips. His heart is so full.
Month 5
“Eat some more” Soobin says sternly and pushes the bowl of doenjangjjigae back to Beomgyu who pouts.
“Hyung I ate enough I promise,” Still he brings the bowl back just to placate him. Beomgyu would never say it out loud in fear of worrying his already worried alpha, but he also worries about how much he’s been eating. Being a light eater with a small appetite doesn’t mesh well with needing to eat for two. In the past before pregnancy whenever he’d try to force himself to eat more it’d just result in him vomiting, and he was doing enough of that already with his morning (more like midday) sickness.
Later, after Beomgyu’s nighttime routine he finishes with the newest addition; checking out his bump (if you could even call it that). Running his hand over his stomach his face scrunched up in frustration and he stomps his foot. He was in his second trimester and at worst he didn’t look pregnant at all and at best he looked like he needed a dump really badly.
It was getting to a point where he didn’t even want Soobin to touch his belly, embarrassment and shame flooded throughout him every time his mate would lovingly caress his belly. He couldn’t help it, but he wondered if Soobin thought he was a failure for struggling to get pregnant in the first place and now the pregnancy isn’t even showing. Of course he knows that none of that is true but in times like this, it’s all he can think.
The only good thing about this was that according to old wives tales this definitely meant they were having a boy.
With all the talks about his weight and internal worries about it neither Beomgyu nor Soobin were surprised when at Beomgyu’s next checkup it was brought up. That didn’t stop Soobin from trying to lift Beomgyu’s spirits during the ultrasound.
“Look it look’s like he’s dancing, see I told you playing KARA would give the baby taste” Soobin joked, the anxiety on Beomgyu's face probably obvious. He didn’t laugh, just looked at Dr. Lee as she pulled out her notes.
“So… baby’s looking great, in the correct percentile length for your projected due date, progesterone levels are near perfect…” Beomgyu could hear the but… in the way she was speaking and his heart dropped.
“But… I’m a little concerned about your weight…”
As they left the office, prescription in hand Soobin couldn’t help but keep an eye on Beomgyu, who hadn’t spoken a word since thanking the staff on their way out. A breakdown was coming. He knew his mate well, if the way he was avoiding his eyes wasn’t an indicator then the way his adams apple was bobbing was.
Dr. Lee was sweet with her delivery with her assessment of his weight, even prescribing him a meal replacement drink to supplement what he’s not getting during the day, that didn’t stop Beomgyu from giving her watery sad puppy eyes the entire time.
“Beomgyu…” Soobin starts, opening the car door for him, Beomgyu just shakes his head and gets in. The last thing Soobin wants is to drive distracted so when he gets into the car he sets the keys on the console and turns to his mate, who’s looking up and scratching at his adam’s apple. He reaches for Beomgyu’s hands right as he sees the first tears fall.
“Beomgyu, everything is okay, you and the baby are in great health, we’re okay.” He’s practically pleading for Beomgyu to calm down but the omega is sobbing and won’t even look at him.
“I- I’m fail-failing- our ba-baby,” He sobs out and Soobin has so many things he wants to rebuke that with that he ends up just scoffing instead.
“What?! Beomgyu no, you’re doing great, this is just one thing and it’s not even something Dr. Lee is too worried about, she’s just being proactive.”
“First it took me so long to get pregnant, now my body can’t even work to properly provide for our baby.” Beomgyu hiccups out, ripping his hands away from Soobin’s and covering his face. “I don’t even look pregnant. I’m a failure.”
Soobin is at a loss for words, unsure how to comfort his hormonal, hysterical mate. Pulling Beomgyu’s hands away from his face he lightly grips his chin so that he will look at him and kisses him, making sure to release as much calming pheromones his body can until he feels the tension release from the omega’s body.
He lays the facts out, “Beomgyu it took us longer to get pregnant because we were both on suppressants since we were teenagers, okay? You have made sure both of our bodies were in perfect shape to conceive, my body hasn’t felt this good in years and it’s because of you!” Soobin makes a show of puffing out his chest and his panic settles a bit when he sees Beomgyu stifling a smile.
“And you are doing more than enough to nourish our baby, hell you’ve even forced yourself to eat more even though it leaves you feeling sick and Beoms, the last person to notice any change in their body is themselves.” He reaches and puts his hands on Beomgyu’s baby bump. “You absolutely look pregnant, why do you think I can’t keep my hands off you?”
Beomgyu finally releases a laugh “You can never keep your hands off me.”
He’s right, but that doesn’t take away from his point, “You may not notice it but your face is so much fuller these days, it reminds me of when of how you looked when we first met, especially when you wear your old hoodies,” Changes in Beomgyu’s weight always show first in his face and Soobin is hopelessly endeared by it. A blush is forming on Beomgyu’s face and Soobin can feel a matching one on his.
“Your bump is beautiful, I swear I can tell when it grows, even just a half cm. I’m obsessed with your cute waddle.”
Beomgyu gasps and puts his hands to his tummy, “Choi Soobin, I do not have a waddle!”
“You do! and it’s so cute and you do that thing where you walk with your hand on your back and it makes your belly stand out more!” Soobin does the best impression he can whilst sitting in a car and they break out into laughter.
And because Soobin is a perv, he can’t praise Beomgyu’s pregnant body without mentioning, “And your… chest is um—” Beomgyu cocks his head to the side in disbelief,
“Hyung! Stop!”
“Okay, okay, but just know that you’re beautiful and strong, you’re my greatest treasure and you’re doing the most amazing thing all in there, thank you.” Soobin finishes looking straight into his eyes and leaving no room for argument.
Month 6
Things really pick up after that with Beomgyu filling his prescription and gaining the last bit of weight he needed. His belly popped and he couldn’t be more happy and radiant, taking mirror selfies with his bump, wearing tight shirts, accepting anyone’s request to feel it. Even when the baby kicks like it’s trying out for soccer Beomgyu just smiles and rubs away the pain. Pregnancy looks beautiful on him and Soobin is enthralled.
Something that also has picked up?
Beomgyu’s cravings.
One night he finds himself wanting Jeju oranges and swears the ones from the store are frauds, he actually gets surprised when Soobin asks if he wants to have some delivered straight from Jeju as if Soobin wouldn’t move mountains for him.
Neither Beomgyu nor Soobin were expecting Beomgyu to have such a hard time with cravings especially after months of not wanting to eat much. But suddenly he finds himself craving the weirdest things (shrimp and tomatoes). It’s quite ironic that despite Soobin’s trying to get Beomgyu to eat seafood all these years he starts craving sashimi and shrimp when he can’t have it.
But the worst craving is the one thing they both knew he’d miss the most; coffee.
They know that 200mg of coffee is permitted per day but they are not taking ANY chances with their baby. As a result he and Soobin have developed a morning routine. Before Soobin adds his creamer and sugar to his coffee (which according to Beomgyu, taints it and makes it a dessert, not coffee) he passes the cup of piping black coffee to Beomgyu.
“Mmmhhhmmm,” Beomgyu says after a deep inhale and begins to waft the scent up to his nose, smacking his lips as if he could taste it that way. Soobin rolls his eyes.
“Don’t look at me that way, hyung, this is the best I can do.” He continues his coffee sommelier act for a bit more before handing the mug back to Soobin. “Okay, I’m good, I’ve had my fill, now go ruin it.”
Soobin laughs at his ridiculous mate and teases him with a grand show of adding creamer, sugar and caramel to the coffee leading to omega storming out in fake anger but making sure to turn out stick out his tongue at him.
Month 8
The scariest moment of Soobin’s life happened when Beomgyu was 8 months pregnant.
He was at his draft table, blueprints spread as usual when his assistant came running in with her phone up to her ear.
“Sir, it’s Beomgyu!” Immediately Soobin hopped up and looked for his cell phone, he was so distracted by his work that he hadn’t even noticed that it died. He rushed over not even caring that he sent his draft table and all the work on it flying.
“Beomie, what’s wrong?”
“Hyung! Come home quick!” Beomgyu sobbed into the phone and Soobin’s mind immediately went to the worst case scenarios. Beomgyu’s hurt, he fell and he’s hurt. Something’s wrong with the baby. He’s having a miscarriage.
“I’m on my way!” Soobin said and without him needing to ask her, he and Jinah started making their way to the garage.
“Beomgyu, please what’s wrong?” Soobin begged. Their baby is dead. Beomgyu is never going to recover from this.
“Soobin-hyung there’s a giant spider on the wall–” He wailed and Soobin grabbed Jinah’s arm and fell to his knees in relief. She rushed to him with worry plastered all over her face and Soobin pulled the phone away to tell her that Beomgyu was okay.
“I called Yeonjun-hyung and he hung up. I called Taehyun and he said the spider was probably more afraid of me than I am of it.”
Hand over his still racing heart Soobin opened his mouth to scold Beomgyu for scaring the absolute shit out of him, but all that came out was a weird mix of a sob and a laugh, an expression of the roller coaster of emotions he just went through.
Month 9
Beomgyu is suuuupeeerr pregnant, 40 weeks and 3 days to be exact and he's had enough.
It's his own fault really and honestly he's is starting to think the Choi Omegas predictions are more like a jinx for him, because why has every one of his predictions flopped. That has to be the reason, he was so confident that he’d take after his mother and claim the record having the most predictions come true that he jinxed it. He'd been so sure that he would give birth on his due date of June 22 because his mom with both of her pregnancies gave birth on her exact due date. He even has the paper the doctor wrote the date on in his baby book.
Being overdue is something that everyone knows could happen but no one tells you how awful it is. Dr. Lee told them if Beomgyu goes over one week overdue they’ll induce him but he’s miserable and clearly in pain.
That’s why Soobin, the best mate ever, did some research, and compiled a list of things that could induce labor.
But maybe he shouldn’t have let Beomgyu choose which to start with because his first pick was ‘eating spicy foods’. Soobin suggested they order level two spiciness of curry from the nearest shop to them and Beomgyu had just rolled his eyes and picked level 4, only one level down from the curry that you had to sign a waiver before eating.
Soobin isn’t sure whether to be amused or concerned by Beomgyu’s reaction. His round little nose tip is bright red and he’s crying and panting, but still not in labor. Setting down the spoon and through tears and with a clearly numb tongue Beomgyu yells out “Hyung call an ambulance! I can’t take it!”
Grabbing a wad of tissues, Soobin stuffs them underneath the omega’s nose. “Beomgyu you can’t go to the hospital for a hot mouth.”
Beomgyu glares and waddles to the freezer to pop an ice cream bar in his mouth.
The hot baths they take together could have been sensual were it not for Beomgyu chugging raspberry leaf tea the entire time and still nothing. That night Beomgyu cries, worried and uncomfortable.
On the 5th day after they exit their shared hot bath Soobin sets Beomgyu down on their bed and kisses him. There’s another thing they haven’t tried yet.
Soobin leans over him, keeping plenty of space between his torso and Beomgyu's extended stomach. He makes his way downward trailing down his throat, leaving a string of tiny, nipping kisses along the way before he stops at his destination. To the average person it would look like Beomgyu's chest was as flat as every other male, in fact his chest size now was only just a bit bigger than Soobin's pecs, but to Soobin who knew Beomgyu and his frame and was well acquainted with his normally very flat chest this was so much.
Beomgyu's breath caught as Soobin looked up at him with a smirk just a centimeter from his nipples, then he dived for them. The breath he took choked its way out of him when Soobin wrapped his lips around Beomgyu's nipple, his hand pinching the other.
"Hyu--fuh"
Immediately Beomgyu's hand gripped the back of his mates head, tangling in his hair, keeping him in his position. Beomgyu mewled at the feeling and all he could do was let Soobin pull away a bit to switch to the other nipple. He wanted to say more, to guide Soobin's fingers down to his soaked cunt, to ask him to fuck him, but all he could get out was a slurred,
"Do'n stop."
He could come like this, he could. He pulls his legs together in hopes for a little bit of pressure to his throbbing clit but Soobin pulls his legs apart and inserts three fingers in him all at once punctuated with a bite to his nipple. Soobin feels slick squirt out soaking his wrist and running down his hand but he doesn’t stop; he presses his fingers deeper as deep as they could get and lifts his head to rasp out "another". He only stops his movements when Beomgyu hisses in pain and grips his belly.
Everything that Beomgyu researched flies out the window the moment labor starts and now neither he nor Soobin have any idea what to do. His water broke at 4 am and his contractions are 7 minutes apart at 10am. His contractions are getting closer and they finally get the go ahead to head to the hospital. Unfortunately he is still leaking his waters so he has a towel stuffed between his legs and is just breathing through his contractions on the way to the hospital.
Beomgyu has tried to keep his tears at bay knowing he’ll be crying a lot very soon, but as the hospital comes into view a sob breaks through.
Soobin grips his thigh and smiles at him “Are you ready to have a baby?”
“It’s finally time,” Beomgyu cries out, “I’m going to be a mommy.”
Their daughter Choi Eunji is born on the record hot day of July 5, in perfect health. When she enters the world Beomgyu sobs and reaches his arms out for her and somewhere in the back of his mind he can’t help but notice as she’s coming toward him that her ears are big just like Soobin's. At least one of his predictions came true; he laughs holding her flush against his chest. His eyes follow Soobin’s fingers as they trace her features; her little pointed chin and round eyes and nose tip…
Of course.