Love Multiplies [G]
Title: "Love Multiplies"
Genre: Romance/Fluff/Family
Pairing: MinKey
Rating: G
Words: 1131
Warnings: "It's so fluffy I could die!"
Summary: There are far too many children in the world who feel unwanted and need homes. Minho and Kibum have finally found something that will expand their love and make their lives complete.
A/N: This fic is set around the year 2021, and assumes that SHINee is no longer together as an idol group. Not AU, just future!fic. First in what will be a very long series, as requested by theslashbunny. You're welcome.
Minho watched the door with anticipation, holding Kibum’s hand tightly and occasionally glancing to his left to make sure he was okay. He could feel the slightly older man’s hand trembling ever so slightly, and he knew it was from the same nervousness that currently had his heart in a vice-like grip.
It had been a horribly long process, with countless interviews and home visits and background checks and so on. They had met with foster families, visited orphanages, and looked through book after book of pictures of children needing homes. If Kibum had his way, they would have taken them all in without question, but as it were they could only afford to adopt one child. That had been their plan all along: both of them wanted to start a family, and after a long conversation about Minho’s unmarried cousin and various female friends they had decided that the best option would be to adopt. As Kibum had said multiple times throughout the process, there were already too many children in the world who felt unwanted and needed homes; they couldn’t possibly justify ignoring their plight for the selfish reason of having a genetically similar baby of their own.
So, here they were at last in the waiting area of a local hospital: a young mother had decided to give up rights to her child, and as soon as Kibum saw the first sonogram picture Minho knew they were doing the right thing by taking this one. Honestly, the look on his partner’s face couldn’t be any more proud if the baby were his own flesh and blood. Around six months later they had discovered that the baby was a boy, and from that point on began preparing hurriedly for their new son’s arrival. Kibum had Minho paint their apartment’s small nursery a bright and happy green, and made his contribution in the form of a mural on one wall that held trees, swinging monkeys, colorful parrots, and even a giraffe. They held a small, private shower where their friends brought them a crib, rocking chair, and all sorts of clothes--the ones Kibum had put on the list, of course. Sometimes they would sit in the nursery and talk about how this was going to work out, how they were going to raise a child together and make everything as normal as they could. Minho wasn’t too worried: their baby would be the most loved and cared for child in the world, and thanks to Kibum he would also be the most fashionable.
They’d received the call in the middle of the night, and Minho had grabbed their bags and the infant car seat as Kibum led the swift march out the door and down the street to get their car. They arrived at the hospital in record time--they probably could have made it before the mother ever got there, with the speed at which they’d been going--and sat in the waiting room of the maternity ward with a few other nervous fathers and family members.
Kibum had started tapping his foot anxiously, gripping Minho’s hand tightly in his own while his other hand held a little yellow baby blanket, his fingers running across the soft material and tracing the outline of the little white polka dots. Minho just smiled, finding his nervous behavior endearing. A minute or so into his musings about Kibum’s adorable nature, the door opened and a nurse in green scrubs walked directly up to them.
“Congratulations,” said the woman in a tone that made Minho think it was no wonder she was a nurse; she sounded caring and her voice was probably very soothing to the newborns. “It’s a boy, and he’s quite healthy. You can go see him in the nursery now, and someone will meet you there to fill out the birth certificate.” Kibum jumped out of his seat immediately, never letting go of Minho’s hand and hurrying across the room after the woman as if he couldn’t wait another second to see their baby.
“It’s really happening,” he said with a glance back at Minho and that bright, contagious smile he always had when he was genuinely ecstatic. Minho nodded silently and smiled back at him, squeezing his hand gently and shuffling along behind him until they came to a place with a large glass window that looked into the nursery. They watched as a nurse walked in with a tiny blue bundle and laid it in the crib closest to them, taking a rubber bracelet off the bed and turning to walk out into the hall to greet them.
“Congratulations to you both,” she said earnestly and smiled, perhaps being taken in by Key’s expression just as much as Minho was. “So, what would you like to name your new baby boy?” Minho glanced down at Kibum and just nodded: they’d had this name picked out for a very long time, ever since the moment they found out they were to have a son. Kibum, in turn, looked at the crib and smiled with all the pride of a first time parent, looking back to the nurse and instructing her to write ‘Kim Ji-hwan’ on the bracelet. Once they were satisfied that it was spelled correctly, the nurse went back into the room and clipped the bracelet on the crib.
Minho tugged Kibum closer to his side, leaning down and pressing a kiss against his forehead as he too grinned wide at the thought that they were now officially parents. It was hard to believe, and they’d had to overcome many obstacles to reach this point, but seeing the tiny bundle laying before them and watching as the baby - their baby - yawned and stretched in his sleep, Minho could say without a doubt that it was well worth the trouble.
When they had met all those years before, their lives had been all about SHINee and becoming the best they could be. Fans, concerts, and music were their lives. When SHINee eventually ended, they had remained. Their lives had then been completely captivated by one another, and love was what they lived for. Now, their lives still revolved around love, but that love was much bigger and broader than it had ever been; it hadn’t forged a new place in their hearts, but rather had expanded their hearts to care for and adore this new tiny creature they could call their own. Their love for one another, and for their child, had multiplied and grown into something stronger than before, and Minho knew that it would only continue to grow with time.
Genre: Romance/Fluff/Family
Pairing: MinKey
Rating: G
Words: 1131
Warnings: "It's so fluffy I could die!"
Summary: There are far too many children in the world who feel unwanted and need homes. Minho and Kibum have finally found something that will expand their love and make their lives complete.
A/N: This fic is set around the year 2021, and assumes that SHINee is no longer together as an idol group. Not AU, just future!fic. First in what will be a very long series, as requested by theslashbunny. You're welcome.
Minho watched the door with anticipation, holding Kibum’s hand tightly and occasionally glancing to his left to make sure he was okay. He could feel the slightly older man’s hand trembling ever so slightly, and he knew it was from the same nervousness that currently had his heart in a vice-like grip.
It had been a horribly long process, with countless interviews and home visits and background checks and so on. They had met with foster families, visited orphanages, and looked through book after book of pictures of children needing homes. If Kibum had his way, they would have taken them all in without question, but as it were they could only afford to adopt one child. That had been their plan all along: both of them wanted to start a family, and after a long conversation about Minho’s unmarried cousin and various female friends they had decided that the best option would be to adopt. As Kibum had said multiple times throughout the process, there were already too many children in the world who felt unwanted and needed homes; they couldn’t possibly justify ignoring their plight for the selfish reason of having a genetically similar baby of their own.
So, here they were at last in the waiting area of a local hospital: a young mother had decided to give up rights to her child, and as soon as Kibum saw the first sonogram picture Minho knew they were doing the right thing by taking this one. Honestly, the look on his partner’s face couldn’t be any more proud if the baby were his own flesh and blood. Around six months later they had discovered that the baby was a boy, and from that point on began preparing hurriedly for their new son’s arrival. Kibum had Minho paint their apartment’s small nursery a bright and happy green, and made his contribution in the form of a mural on one wall that held trees, swinging monkeys, colorful parrots, and even a giraffe. They held a small, private shower where their friends brought them a crib, rocking chair, and all sorts of clothes--the ones Kibum had put on the list, of course. Sometimes they would sit in the nursery and talk about how this was going to work out, how they were going to raise a child together and make everything as normal as they could. Minho wasn’t too worried: their baby would be the most loved and cared for child in the world, and thanks to Kibum he would also be the most fashionable.
They’d received the call in the middle of the night, and Minho had grabbed their bags and the infant car seat as Kibum led the swift march out the door and down the street to get their car. They arrived at the hospital in record time--they probably could have made it before the mother ever got there, with the speed at which they’d been going--and sat in the waiting room of the maternity ward with a few other nervous fathers and family members.
Kibum had started tapping his foot anxiously, gripping Minho’s hand tightly in his own while his other hand held a little yellow baby blanket, his fingers running across the soft material and tracing the outline of the little white polka dots. Minho just smiled, finding his nervous behavior endearing. A minute or so into his musings about Kibum’s adorable nature, the door opened and a nurse in green scrubs walked directly up to them.
“Congratulations,” said the woman in a tone that made Minho think it was no wonder she was a nurse; she sounded caring and her voice was probably very soothing to the newborns. “It’s a boy, and he’s quite healthy. You can go see him in the nursery now, and someone will meet you there to fill out the birth certificate.” Kibum jumped out of his seat immediately, never letting go of Minho’s hand and hurrying across the room after the woman as if he couldn’t wait another second to see their baby.
“It’s really happening,” he said with a glance back at Minho and that bright, contagious smile he always had when he was genuinely ecstatic. Minho nodded silently and smiled back at him, squeezing his hand gently and shuffling along behind him until they came to a place with a large glass window that looked into the nursery. They watched as a nurse walked in with a tiny blue bundle and laid it in the crib closest to them, taking a rubber bracelet off the bed and turning to walk out into the hall to greet them.
“Congratulations to you both,” she said earnestly and smiled, perhaps being taken in by Key’s expression just as much as Minho was. “So, what would you like to name your new baby boy?” Minho glanced down at Kibum and just nodded: they’d had this name picked out for a very long time, ever since the moment they found out they were to have a son. Kibum, in turn, looked at the crib and smiled with all the pride of a first time parent, looking back to the nurse and instructing her to write ‘Kim Ji-hwan’ on the bracelet. Once they were satisfied that it was spelled correctly, the nurse went back into the room and clipped the bracelet on the crib.
Minho tugged Kibum closer to his side, leaning down and pressing a kiss against his forehead as he too grinned wide at the thought that they were now officially parents. It was hard to believe, and they’d had to overcome many obstacles to reach this point, but seeing the tiny bundle laying before them and watching as the baby - their baby - yawned and stretched in his sleep, Minho could say without a doubt that it was well worth the trouble.
When they had met all those years before, their lives had been all about SHINee and becoming the best they could be. Fans, concerts, and music were their lives. When SHINee eventually ended, they had remained. Their lives had then been completely captivated by one another, and love was what they lived for. Now, their lives still revolved around love, but that love was much bigger and broader than it had ever been; it hadn’t forged a new place in their hearts, but rather had expanded their hearts to care for and adore this new tiny creature they could call their own. Their love for one another, and for their child, had multiplied and grown into something stronger than before, and Minho knew that it would only continue to grow with time.