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Jimin stood in front of his mirror, wearing only his undergarments, and staring at the stretch marks that covered his swollen bump. He ran his hands over his stomach, feeling a tightness there that both worried and excited him. According to his doctor, it meant that he could go into labor at any time. In his reflection, Jimin saw Yoongi come in from the other room and stand behind him, looking over his shoulder, "Hello husband." The last few months had been the best Jimin could have ever hoped for. He and Yoongi spent their days together, falling more in love with each other. They went out to the estate together for several days, getting away from all of the hubbub of the city, but now, with Jimin’s due date looming, they were back in London to be near the doctor.
"Hello, husband," the alpha smiled, covering Jimin's hands on his pregnant stomach. "How do you feel today?"
"Ready to be done with this baby. My back aches, my hips ache, my stomach aches, and my feet ache. Everything aches." Jimin pouted.
"Aww you poor thing. Here, let me do this." Yoongi linked his hands under Jimin's stomach and slowly lifted, holding most of the weight. He chuckled as Jimin's eyes fluttered shut and he leaned back against the alpha's shoulders with a groan.
"Oh that feels so good. Thank you, Yoongi. Can we just stay like this for today?" Jimin mumbled.
Yoongi chuckled, "I wish we could. I got a letter from Jungkook today. He said the new crop looks very promising.”
“Did he mention about Hoseok?” Jimin asked. He knew that although Yoongi didn’t regret his decision, he had hoped to end things on a better note.
“He did, but briefly. He said that Hoseok is doing very well. Apparently after I left, a young man came to the island from Virginia and opened a mercantile. He hired Hoseok and, according to Jungkook, they get along very well. I’m glad he’s doing well, but I’m perfectly happy here with you.” Yoongi kissed Jimin’s neck, right by his scent gland, “Mmm I can’t wait to make you my mate.”
“My dear, you know what the doctor said,” Jimin looked back, chuckling to see his husband pout.
“That mating takes a lot out of both parties physically and emotionally and that it is dangerous to do during pregnancy. I know. I know. That doesn’t stop me from being excited for after our child is born.” Yoongi chuckled, lowering the omega’s stomach back down. He tsk’d when Jimin whined uncomfortably. "I wish you would let me get Tae to help you get dressed."
"Absolutely not. I will not have him work on his wedding day. I am perfectly capable of getting dressed myself." Jimin proved his point by awkwardly getting on his clothes, but when it came to his shoes, he couldn’t reach down far enough. He looked to see Yoongi sitting on the windowsill, watching him with a smirk.
“I though you were perfectly capable,” Yoongi chuckled.
“Alpha,” Jimin whined, pouting. “Help me. Please.”
“Alright. Just because you said ‘please’.” Yoongi knelt down and got Jimin’s shoes on, helping him stand. “We should head to the church.”
“Let me go see Tae first, then we can leave.” Jimin kissed him before waddling out the door, Yoongi watching him fondly from behind as he followed. The omega headed down the hall to Taehyung’s room, going in to see him putting on the last piece to his outfit. “You look stunning.”
“Do you think so? I hope Namjoon does,” Taehyung turned, smiling nervously.
“Taetae, you could wear a flour sack and he would think you are the most beautiful person in the world.” Jimin cupped his valet’s cheeks. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yes. Let’s go get me married.” Taehyung smiled, excited to marry his alpha.
Once at the church and as the ceremony started, Jimin was sitting with Yoongi when a pain shot through his stomach. He let out a soft gasp and grabbed his alpha’s arm, his eyes wide.
“What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” Yoongi whispered, looking at Jimin with concern.
“It...it may be, or it may be a false contraction like I’ve had over the last week.” Jimin let out a slow breath as the pain subsided, “I’m alright now. Don’t fret.” He squeezed Yoongi’s hand and pressed a kiss to the alpha’s cheek. The ceremony concluded with the happy couple going to their carriage in a shower of rice. On the ride back to the Min home where they would have a small luncheon for family and friends, Jimin whimpered as another contraction gripped him.
“Jimin, we need to get the doctor. What if you’re in labor?” Yoongi asked, worried.
“We can’t take the day away from Tae and Namjoon. I’m fine. Really.” Jimin smiled, but even he wasn’t quite sure.
As they got back to the house and out into the garden to enjoy the fall afternoon, Yoongi insisted Jimin sit and rest, not wanting him to overdue it. He let Jin know what was going on as well, the dowager immediately making his way to Jimin’s side in case anything was needed. Jimin protested to their fretting, but as the afternoon went on and he continued to have contractions, even he had to admit that this wasn’t a false labor. “Maybe I should go in and lay down.”
Yoongi nodded, “I absolutely agree.” Just as he and Jin helped Jimin to his feet, the omega gasped, feeling a wetness spread between his legs.
“My water broke,” Jimin looked up at Yoongi with wide eyes.
The alpha called over a footman, “Go get the doctor. Tell him the duchess is in labor.” He and Jin both took Jimin’s arms and helped him inside.
From across the gathering, Taehyung saw them helping Jimin and waved, getting Jin’s attention. Jin made a gesture to Jimin’s stomach, Tae immediately understanding. “Jimin’s in labor.”
“Really? That’s wonderful!” Namjoon smiled, looking down to see Tae chewing his lip. Without even asking, he knew what was wrong. “You better hurry and catch up.”
Tae looked up, “Are you sure? I mean, it’s our wedding night.”
“Taehyung, my love, we have our entire lives to enjoy and explore each other’s bodies, but you can only be at the birth of your best friend’s first child once. Go.” Namjoon kissed him deeply, seeing Tae smile brightly.
“I love you so much,” the beta whispered.
“Yeah, I know. Now hurry,” Namjoon nudged him, seeing Taehyung run off towards the house.
Upstairs, he burst into Jimin and Yoongi’s room, seeing the alpha and Jin getting Jimin into a nightgown, “How can I help?”
Jimin looked up and gasped, “Taetae no! You go enjoy your wedding. I don’t want to take away your special day.”
“Oh hush. Everyone’s leaving and I can have sex with Namjoon anytime. This is a once in a lifetime event. Now I’ll ask again, how can I help?” Tae stripped off his wedding outfit to just his pants and shirt, laying everything over a chair, not wanting to dirty them.
They had everything ready just as the doctor arrived. He checked Jimin and announced that it wouldn’t be long, the omega already 8 cm dilated. In the end, it was only two more hours before Jimin was ready to start pushing, Jin and Yoongi helping prop him up on the bed and hold his legs back as he started bearing down, Taehyung holding everything the doctor needed. Jimin leaned on his alpha, feeling tired, but so excited to meet his child. Everything hurt as he pushed, making him have to take breaks, but it wasn’t long before he felt the baby slide free of him and onto the bed.
“Congratulations, it’s a boy. An alpha boy,” the doctor announced, patting the baby’s back until he coughed and started breathing.
Not even waiting for him to be cleaned, Jimin reached, pulling his son to his chest, weeping for joy. “A son. Yoongi look at him.”
“He’s perfect. Oh Jimin, he’s absolutely perfect,” Yoongi pressed a kiss to Jimin’s temple, helping him lay back against the pillows as Jin got a wet cloth, cleaning the babe as much as he could without moving him away from Jimin.
“Do you have a name for him yet?” Jin asked.
“We didn’t discuss one, but I think if Jimin carried him, he gets to pick the name,” Yoongi smiled, tracing the back of the baby’s tiny hand. “What do you think, my love?”
Jimin looked down at his son, smiling gently, “Eunjae.”
Jin sucked in a breath, sitting on the edge of the bed, “Eunjae? Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m perfectly sure,” Jimin smiled down at his child, who was looking around as he poked his tongue out, curious about this big new world. “Welcome to our family, little one.”