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Chan is sprawled on his desk chair, zoning out while looking at the Seoul cityscape through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office. He's idly rubbing his stomach, looking at the people crossing the road. The galbitang he had for lunch was the best he's had in a while. He should rely more on Changbin for restaurant recommendations.
His phone buzzes, so unexpected it snatches Chan from his daze. He stretches and reaches for his phone. Oh, it's Minho.
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Channie - 14:49
Come home help me get this baby out - 14:49
I'm tired and bloated and it's time for him to get out!!! - 14:50
Chan sighs.
14:54 - I’d love to know what you mean by that…
14:55 - Baby, I have a meeting in 15 minutes…
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You also have a 9-month pregnant husband to take care of at home!!!!!!! - 15:01
Fine!!!!! I'm getting this baby out on my own. Don't come home tonight - 15:02
When Chan tells Changbin he has to go home because Minho is - last-minute made up excuse - feeling a bit sick, Changbin ushers him worriedly to the elevator door. Chan dies inside, knowing Minho probably just misses him, and thanks Changbin for allowing him to miss the meeting. No worries, dude, Changbin tells him, Minho and the baby are your first priorities. Let me know if everything’s okay. Chan nods, mortified, and leaves the office.
He gets home, parks the car and rides the elevator up to their attic, drumming his fingers on the elevator wall he's leaning against. Types the code in on their front door lock, and gets inside.
He’s barely stepped a foot inside when his most favorite smell in the world wraps him like a soft, cozy blanket on a winter night. He immediately drops his bag, gets rid of his suit jacket and stalks towards the bedroom.
The sight that awaits him makes his knees wobble.
Minho is sitting at the end of their bed– on a dildo. He's not facing Chan, so all Chan can see are his back muscles. His head is slightly dropped as he carefully bounces on the toy. Whimpers as sweet as honey, as always.
Managing to move his eyes from where the toy disappears in Minho, Chan observes Minho's figure, his sweet, soft yet strong body glistening with sweat, tinging the air of his nutmeg and jasmine scent and so, so round with their baby. Chan feels like he might explode right here.
He sighs, making his presence known to Minho.
Minho halts his movements, and twists his body until he can glare at Chan over his shoulder.
"I told you not to come home."
"What are you doing?" Chan asks, avoiding Minho’s trap. He's definitely not giving him a reason to get more annoyed.
"I already told you. Getting this baby out."
Chan tilts his head, confused.
Minho glares at him for a few beats, then drops his head and sighs. A freezing oops reverberates in Chan's brain.
"Oh! The doc-"
"Too late, Channie," Minho sing-songs, "the doctor told us safe sexual intercourse could help trigger labor. At our last appointment. Three days ago."
It’s like every single dagger shooting out of Minho’s eyes has pinned him to the wall. Like a powerless, insignificant bug.
"Have you forgotten, Christopher?"
Christopher. Chan's heart skips a few beats. Congratulations, dude, he’s mad, his inner voice emphasizes.
"N-no, yeah, I-"
"You're lucky my movement abilities are limited to waddling around because I would've knocked you to the floor. You've lost your speaking privileges. I don't want to hear a word from you unless I allow you. Now come put your dick to good use or I'm chopping it off."
Chan gulps. His cock is straining against his suit slacks, and he's got to handle an angered Minho.
Angered but horny. Okay. Chan should be able to manage.
He nears the edge of the bed, cautiously. He puts his hands on Minho's soft hips, gently nudging him forward, to move the toy away. He presses his luck, angling it just right in the process of taking it out, and Minho groans sharply, body tensing. Chan smirks to himself. He knows he's lucky Minho can’t turn around and slap him.
Minho sighs. "I think riding is the most comfortable position. Get naked and lay on the bed," he commands, slowly turning on his side.
Chan executes the order without breathing a single oxygen particle in Minho’s direction, and goes to lay on the unoccupied side of the bed.
He’s slicking himself up when he meets Minho’s gaze, who is sitting on his knees next to him. His eyes have gone softer, and he’s glowing in the early afternoon light of Seoul. They hold their gaze a few beats, until Minho crawls forward to kiss Chan, wrapping a hand around Chan's cock. Minho's belly is brushing Chan's legs and cock, and Chan shudders when he realizes. Their baby. The ultimate crowning of their love. He reaches out with his free hand to gently caress Minho's belly. Minho hums, smiling against Chan's lips, and Chan knows he has done the trick.
"I love you," Chan whispers.
Minho smirks, devilish, against Chan's lips and stands back just as much as he need to stare into Chan’s eyes.
"I know, Channie."
Chan growls lowly, holding his gaze. Minho breaks the staring competition, for once, and breaks into his adorable bunny smile. The same smile that had knocked Chan head over heels many years ago. The same smile that still makes butterflies spark in Chan’s chest.
"I love you too, Channie,” he says, then quickly pecks Chan. “Forever."
He gives Chan another peck, relishing in the alpha’s proud smile, before moving to situate himself across Chan’s lap, and easing himself on Chan's cock. They groan in unison at the sudden intimacy, the most they have been able to achieve in the last weeks. God, Minho is so tight and hot and perfect Chan swears his eyes roll back into his skull.
Minho wiggles slowly, shaky exhales leaving his mouth, and takes his time to adjust. He digs his blunt nails in Chan’s chest, who groans, letting his hips buck up. Minho smirks down at him, and begins to ride him slowly.
“You’re love personified,” Chan chokes out, unable to do anything else but admire the man he would devote his life to over and over again.
Minho rolls his eyes, but the way he clenches tells Chan all he needs to know.
“Careful with running your mouth too much, Channie.”
Chan gulps. “Sorry, baby,” he apologizes, “you kn- ah, you know I’m a weak man.”
Minho hums, teasing. “Oh, I know, don’t I, Channie?” he says, tilting his head.
Devil. Chan married a spawn of the devil.
Minho's bounces pick up speed, heady and urgent, as much as he’s able to. His scent spikes, making Chan drunk on it, cock twitching furiously.
Minho then switches to moving his hips in circles, sitting right on Chan's filling knot.
"Channie," Minho cries, frustration tinging his voice. "I can't."
"What, baby? What is it? You're doing so good, Minho," Chan asks, concerned. His hand runs up and down Minho’s side, in an attempt to soothe him.
"I—,” he sobs, “I can't, I'm huge and I can't move properly, it's frustrating and I feel like a hot-air balloon on two legs,” he pouts, rubbing a hand against a teary eye.
"Oh, baby, don't even think of that," Chan coos, getting up without jostling Minho too much, reaching out a hand to wipe Minho’s tears away, as the omega looks at him with the saddest eyes in the world.
"You're perfect to me, you're the stars’ best gift, the best thing that could ever happen to me. You're carrying our baby, and you’re so impossibly beautiful. Words aren’t enough to describe what I feel for you,” he holds Minho’s hands, and kisses every knuckle, never breaking their eye contact. “You're beautiful in every imaginable way. I love you, I love you, I love you, and life wouldn't be as bright as it is when I'm with you. We're in this together, Minho, forever. The stars blessed me by allowing me to have you as my life companion, as my other half. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I mean it with my whole being."
Minho’s bottom lip wobbles dangerously and more tears are pooling in his eyes, ready to run down his cheeks. Chan brings Minho’s hands to his chest. “This heart beats for you, Minho. I love you with my whole soul,” he adds, caressing up and down Minho's small back.
A few tears run down Minho’s cheeks. "Don't be sappy. The baby can hear," he grumbles. "I love you, Channie, forever," he whines.
Chan smiles and squeezes his hips, then takes Minho’s hands in his, kissing every knuckle.
"Can we change position?” Minho asks, meek. “My arms hurt."
Chan nods. "Of course, my love, everything you want. I'm right here if you need any help."
Minho eases up and off Chan's hips, Chan's hands ghosting over his skin to help him maneuver around as easily as possible, and goes to lie on his side, looking up at Chan from where he's laying with glossy eyes and tear streaks on his cheeks. Chan just looks at him, mesmerized by his beauty. He'll never have enough of it. He could spend a lifetime taking in Minho's features, admiring the way his eyes mirror his mood, the way the skin around his eyes crinkles up when he laughs, the way his face scrunches up in pleasure when it gets too much, the way his brows furrow and his pout accentuates when he's deeply focused on something. A lifetime still wouldn't be enough time to worship Minho. Chan is sure he would need several.
"What are you waiting for?” he prods Chan. “I have a baby to evacuate from my womb. Help me out, since I'm stuck like this because of your dick."
Chan fake-scoffs, then giggles. He’s absolutely, irrevocably smitten. He straddles Minho, and bends forward on his elbows, hovering over Minho.
Minho tilts his head towards him, lips just mere centimeters away from Chan’s. He drops his eyes to Chan’s lips, and Chan takes up the invitation without a second thought. The kiss deepens immediately, turning needy and urgent, as they grind against each other.
Chan slides a hand to bend Minho's upper leg at the knee, and prods against where Minho's wet and swollen and wanting, enjoying the whimper he manages to pull out of him.
“Don’t tease me, Channie, or— ah,” he whimpers again, “or I’m never letting you knot me again.”
“Yes, sir. Easy with the threats, I’m a weak man, and you know it.”
“Christopher.”
“Minho,” Chan says, completely failing to hide his smile.
Minho’s trying to hide his smile as well. “You drive me nuts, the second I push this baby out I swear to God I will— ngh!”
Chan pushes in, cutting Minho off, and manages to not let him speak a word until not much later, when they’re both on the verge of coming.
“Channie, please, it’s been so long— I want your knot, please,” Minho begs, whiny and teary-eyed.
“Are you— are you sure, baby?”
“Yes, yes, please, alpha, I— please, I need it,” Minho cries, as an endless litany of whimpers falls out of his rosebud mouth.
And when Chan registers that so, so sweet word, he can’t do nothing but give Minho what he wants like their lives depend on it, nosing along Minho’s scent gland. Soon enough they’re both coming, panting in each other’s mouth, and Chan carefully eases himself next to Minho, holding him as close as possible.
✧
Exactly 4 hours later Minho goes into labor, and 2 hours later he gives birth to a wonderful, healthy baby boy, Dohyun. In the meantime, Chan faints twice, and Minho, despite being in active labor, still finds the energy to laugh at him in between pushes.
Dohyun stops crying the second he’s laid on Minho’s chest. Happy, loving tears trickle down Chan’s and Minho’s cheeks, and their hearts swell with love and happiness.
When Chan asks if he can hold Dohyun, helped by the nurses, and handles him with the utmost care, looking at the little bundle in his hands like he hung the stars, Minho cries, and it’s Chan’s turn to snicker at him.
A few minutes later, after the last nurse leaves the room to let the newly become parents, Chan sits down on the chair next to Minho, gently rocking Dohyun to sleep.
“Look what we made, baby,” he whispers to Minho. His eyes never leave Dohyun’s peacefully sleepy face. “He’s beautiful. Thank you so much for taking good care of yourself and him as well. I knew I could trust you, and you did such a great job. I will be eternally grateful to you.”
Minho is quiet, but Chan doesn’t even need to look at him to know he’s weeping. His voice ss broken when he finally replies.
“Thank you for your words, Channie. I couldn’t have done so good if I didn’t have you by my side, day and night, fulfilling every single one of my requests,” he laughs brokenly. “Even the silliest ones, like that Friday night when I asked if you could buy some ice-cream on your way home from work and you showed up with every single ice-cream flavor available at the supermarket. I couldn’t have asked for a better life partner. I love you, Channie, with my whole soul and heart. Forever.”
Chan turns to look at him, still gently rocking Dohyun. He’s teary-eyed, but his smile is blinding. “I love you too, Minho,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss Minho’s forehead. “Forever. Now sleep, baby, you have to restore your energies. I’ll take care of Dohyunie.”