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“You’re pregnant.” Joong tells him while he’s in the shower.
Dunk stops shampooing his hair and looks at his husband through the shower screen. Joong is standing near the sink, shaving his five o’clock shadow; he’s not even looking at him, he’s concentrating on the strokes of the razor. “Excuse me?” Dunk asks, still looking at Joong, but resuming his shampooing.
Joong turns his head slightly and smirks, the shaving cream half gone from where he’s already run the razor over it, “you heard me,” he laughs, “you’re pregnant.”
Dunk scoffs and rinses his hair, and then he squirts his conditioner in his palm and works it over his ends, leaving it in before grabbing the soap and lathering himself up, “how could you possibly know that MJ?”
“I just know.” Joong finishes shaving, wipes his face and then brushes his teeth. He looks at Dunk, and Dunk tracks his eyes as they look at him up and down. Dunk doesn’t feel pregnant, and he knew automatically when he fell pregnant with Jaidee, but this time around, he doesn’t feel any different.
Dunk shakes his head and rinses his hair out before turning off the tap and grabbing his towel, wrapping it around his hips and stepping out, water running down his chest, hair plastered to his forehead. Joong watches him, hungry gaze never faltering. “If I’m not pregnant now, I will be if you keep looking at me like that.”
“If I could bend you over right now,” he says, walking towards him, he places his hands on Dunk’s hips and pulls him closer, he leans down and presses his lips to the damp skin of Dunk’s neck and kisses up, stopping just below Dunk’s ear, he pulls away and looks into his eyes, smirk coy, “I would, but we can’t, because we have dinner with the boys, and we have to drop Jaidee off at mums house, but, maybe later.” Joong rubs their noses together, “but the good news is, we can stop trying, because you’re already pregnant,” and he lays his left hand flat on Dunk’s lower stomach.
“You’re so sure?” Dunk asks, smirk on his face.
Joong pulls away and walks towards their bedroom, “take a test tomorrow morning, I’ll be right, like always.”
-x-
When the three minutes are up the next morning, and two pink lines are bright on the test, he laughs and shakes his head. He picks up the test and walks into their bedroom, Joong is leaning against the headboard, Jaidee curled into his chest, still asleep from when he crawled into bed with them an hour ago. Joong is on his phone, glasses on his face as he scrolls through whatever app he’s on. Dunk leans against the door and throws the test at Joong, so it lands near Joong’s hip. Joong jumps a little and puts his phone down, picking up the stick and smiling to himself as he looks down at the stick, “I knew it.” Dunk just laughs and shakes his head.
-x-
FIN.