You and Me (Baby Let’s Make Three)
Title: You and Me (Baby Let’s Make Three) for aodhankingkiler ♡
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun
Rating: like PG-13
Warnings: um ...none that I can think of….maybe language?
Word Count: 4504
Summary: Kyungsoo has always known Baekhyun was full of surprises but what he doesn’t expect to happen is Kyungsoo coming home one winter night with a very different surprise in Baekhyun’s arms. (Parentals!AU)
Message to recipient/note: First I want to thank you recipient for your amazing prompts. I’ve been thinking about your prompts for so long and I wish I had enough time to write all of them! (I might eventually huhuhu) I took your Parentals! Au idea and kind of morphed it into this! It’s not quite word for word your prompt but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Thank you for letting me write Baeksoo Parentals AU! You’re amazing~~ And also a major thank you to the mods for being so incredibly patient with me!
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If Kyungsoo sat down with himself 5 years ago and asked himself where he would be, he never would have answered married to Baekhyun.
Being free, being single, being able to go to parties, to casually hook up and walk away was what Kyungsoo lived for back then.
College was about experimenting and figuring out what subjects he liked to study in the daytime and what subjects he’d like delve into in the night time. And Baekhyun was definitely a subject he wanted to learn more about.
But what he didn’t know was that one random hook up that led to even more random hook ups that led to unofficial dates and then an unofficial proposal to live together which turned into an unofficial marriage would lead him to waking up to Baekhyun every morning.
He doesn’t mind it. Really, all in all it could be a lot worse .He could have been attached to smelly feet old college roommate Jongdae, or the one time butt-plug-long-legged Chanyeol. And sometimes Baekhyun’s legs get in the way, and sometimes he does have smelly feet but Kyungsoo’s heart skips a beat when he thinks about everything else.
But this was something that Kyungsoo heart’s knew was going to happen before Baekhyun had even left their first night together. His heart had confirmed it before his head even could go through the emotions of denial into final acceptance. His heart had a strong, firm hold on Baekhyun and his beautiful perfect hips, and his beautiful perfect smile even before his hands had let go that first time.
Kyungsoo tries to keep this knowledge away from Baekhyun, keep him from knowing that he was in love so early on in their casual relationship, was keeping Baekhyun for the rest of his life from that first day.
Even when Baekhyun insists on asking him still after so long, how Kyungsoo realized he was in love.
Kyungsoo usually pats him on the head, with a kiss to the forehead and says, “It was love at first fuck.”
But it’s thankful really that Baekhyun doesn’t believe him, doesn’t really think that Kyungsoo is serious. It makes Kyungsoo feel a little reassured that Baekhyun thinks that they fell in love at the same time.
(What Baekhyun doesn’t know is Kyungsoo fell in love with him twice. Once by himself when he had looked down at Baekhyun underneath his bedroom lights and the second time when he watched Baekhyun glow, stuttering for words at his own admission of love.)
But in all reality, Kyungsoo can’t imagine himself married to anyone else. Married to Baekhyun, coming home to Baekhyun, having Baekhyun to hold in his arms, to keep cradled next to him in the mornings. To smell him, to feel him, to speak to Baekhyun was more than what he needed. It was a gift, a blessing to have him all by himself, and he didn’t want it any other way.
What he wasn’t expecting, what he wasn’t sure would ever happen was the one question he never expected Baekhyun to ask. Or maybe he should have been more prepared, more aware of what could happen given the circumstances but Kyungsoo never really considered it but he should have known since Baekhyun was always a surprise.
Baekhyun always had something up his sleeve. May it be a disastrously surprisingly delicious dinner or something as simple as a new toy he wanted to try on both of them.
It was always something new and different with Baekhyun so Kyungsoo isn’t sure why he felt his heart beat so hard when he stepped through the apartment doors that night.
It had been a very cold day outside, snow starting to drizzle down, the pavements in the city sleek and dangerous.
Kyungsoo had spent most of his time ducked down, knees bent shuffling his way home as fast as possible. The wind had found its way through his scarf and his jackets and had seeped into his bones in a way he knew only Baekhyun could warm.
Somehow even if they were nearly the same size, Baekhyun was always warmer.
At the entrance of their apartment, Kyungsoo shook his boots hard against the outside mat, trying to shake his fingers and toes back to life.
It was a short walk from work, nothing more than 15 minutes but in the negative it felt like hours before he was back inside.
And he had heard enough complaining from Baekhyun to know that shaking off snow would make him happier, and he could touch Baekhyun soon enough after his fingers felt warmth pulse through them.
“Baekhyun!” Kyungsoo shouted into the apartment, slipping the scarf over his head.
Baekhyun had spent more time at home recently, wanting to work from home, and do what Kyungsoo liked to call ~Baekhyun things~. He didn’t know what it entailed exactly but he didn’t doubt that Baekhyun also still showed up to work on time at the studio but still made it home before Kyungsoo.
Either way the silence in the house was a little strange. The shout of his name simply echoed off the walls and Kyungsoo quickly slipped his jacket off and out of his shoes before moving into the living room.
He noticed the lights were dim, and the kitchen lights were off, and not a single sound of Baekhyun’s normal 5pm sounds anywhere. He was easy to feel the presence of in the house, and it didn’t feel quite right.
Kyungsoo wasn’t worried per se, but the text message he had received earlier had told him Baekhyun would be home. He had told him specifically to hurry home after work.
Either he was in the bedroom (Kyungsoo grinned at the thought of that) or he had forgotten and rushed somewhere to come back later with a pout on his lips for forgetting Kyungsoo.
He made his way farther into their apartment turning the corner into the living room.
What Kyungsoo wasn’t expecting, what he never would have guessed he’d come home to was Baekhyun sitting on the couch, a baby in his arms. A blanket thrown over his shoulder, the soft lighting bringing out every shade of color in Baekhyun’s hair and the soft expression on his face restarted his heart in a way that took his breath away.
He felt his heart stutter at the image in front of him.
Baekhyun holding this baby gently in his arms. Baekhyun humming gently, pressing his thumb gently against his cheeks. Kyungsoo hadn’t known he could ever see this, didn’t know it was possible to fall in love with Baekhyun all over again.
But as he steps farther into the room, his footsteps shaky as his heart felt, maybe third time must be a charm.
He can’t breathe really when Baekhyun looks up at him a small smile on his face.
The dimples are prominent, the happiness evident on his face, “Sit with me.” Baekhyun says softly reaching for Kyungsoo’s hand with a free one.
And Kyungsoo has no choice but to follow. His eyes unable to move from Baekhyun and the small baby in his arms.
He sits gently against Baekhyun, the couch dipping with their combined weight.
“Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo says quietly, unsure if he’s allowed to touch, or where he should even start.
“Remember when I said a few months ago,” Baekhyun says shifting the baby slightly in his arms, “That my co-worker was having a baby? Well they had her, and they let us babysit her for the night.” Kyungsoo stares down at the little girl softly reaching for Baekhyun with her little arms, her face a soft glowing pink and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever breathe again.
“I know I didn’t ask you,” Baekhyun softly says, uncertainty in his voice, “But I thought we could help them out.” Kyungsoo opens his mouth to respond but the words are failing him.
He takes a look at the way Baekhyun holds her, the way the little baby smells, the way her cheeks are red, the little pink blanket that keeps her warm.
The little hand wrapped around Baekhyun’s so much larger finger and he leans over, to place his hand behind Baekhyun’s neck and kisses him hard on the lips.
The kiss is short, and hopefully gets the point across, “It’s okay.” He says briefly. Leaning over to brush his hair away from Baekhyun’s forehead, before leaving a gentle kiss there.
He is okay with it just --- what exactly does this mean for them?
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It takes two tries and a very painful burn to the back of his hand to learn how to make proper baby food.
Whoever decided that the best way to make baby food was to boil it, clearly did not know the difficulty and exact science of baby food.
Kyungsoo hisses loudly as he dips his finger into the milk before sucking his finger quickly.
This was getting ridiculous. Baekhyun had asked him to heat up some milk so she could have something to drink before she fell asleep for the night but Kyungsoo hadn’t expect this to take so long, for it to be so complicated.
It takes another burnt finger and Kyungsoo forcefully turning down the heat before Baekhyun steps into the kitchen, hands on his hips.
“What are you doing?” Kyungsoo quirks an eyebrow up at him in defiance. The tone of voice Baekhyun is using means that he knows Kyungsoo doesn’t know what he’s doing. But it’s fine, really. He has this.
But quickly sighs looking down at the over boiled milk, a frown on his lips.
“I don’t know how to boil baby milk.” Kyungsoo admits, throwing his hands up in the air.
There’s a sneaky smile on his lips that Kyungsoo isn’t sure he understands. Baekhyun moves closer to him before looking down at the pot of milk and leaves a quick kiss on Kyungsoo’s cheek.
“Just microwave it.” He says easily. And Kyungsoo stares at Baekhyun like he’s lost his mind.
“What do you mean microwave it?” Kyungsoo asks confused.
He watches Baekhyun take the carton of milk from the fridge pour it into a cup before placing it in the microwave.
It takes 30 seconds, Kyungsoo staring at the microwave, then at Baekhyun then at the cup of milk he pours into the bottle before kissing Kyungsoo on his soft lips and walking away.
Oh.
Kyungsoo follows behind Baekhyun into the living room, how he had missed the white crib in near the couch he wasn’t sure. The way the crib fit so easily into their living room, shocked him once more. It had only been a few hours and everything was already feeling so normal. Well outside of the constant stutter in his heart.
He stops a few feet behind Baekhyun, watching as he tests the heat on the back of his wrist, licking the milk quickly.
He isn’t sure how Baekhyun knows this, knows what to do, looks in his element but Kyungsoo can’t stop watching.
With a soft cooing noise, Baekhyun has her in his arms, bouncing her to gently make her comfortable before miming opening his mouth to gently place the bottle between her lips.
It’s the soft cooing, the soft bouncing, the easy movements, the comfortable feeling that Baekhyun exudes that has Kyungsoo closing the distance between them and grabbing his cheeks between his hands before kissing him deeply.
It’s beautiful, addicting, everything is new and he thought he knew Baekhyun. Thought he knew the in’s and out’s, the noises the sounds all the different actions, reactions that Baekhyun has but this is new and its beautiful, scary but beautiful.
Kyungsoo pulls away when Baekhyun gives him a happy hum and is first to pull away.
“How do you know this?” Kyungsoo asks watching the way Baekhyun holds the baby in his arms. Looks down at her pink cheeks, and her small little hand pressed over Baekhyun’s larger one and he doesn’t know what to do.
“Because my brother got married in college remember?” Kyungsoo vaguely remembers Baekhyun mentioning his brother in college.
Baekbeom who had graduated 10 years before Baekhyun, who had gotten married and moved to America even before Baekhyun and he were a thing.
It had been an off handed comment that Baekhyun had made once about going to see his brother but he really hadn’t thought much about it.
“Don’t you want to know her name?” Kyungsoo looks at Baekhyun with a bit of confusion.
Baekhyun laughs quietly at Kyungsoo, “Soojung.” He says confidently. And little Soojung twitches happily in Baekhyun’s arms.
Soojung, Crystal. Beautiful name for her. It will mean so much when she’s older. Kyungsoo nods his head and stands quietly next to the two of them.
He doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what to do. Babies are foreign, beautiful, delicate creatures and he isn’t sure what to do, where to go, how to help. So he shoves his hands into his pockets and watches Baekhyun making miming noises to help her finish her milk.
It’s only been a few hours since he’s come home, somewhere closer to 8pm and he feels like his entire life has been turned around.
He knows everything is the same, knows that nothing has really changed, that once little Soojung is returned to her parents, everything will be the same.
But will it? Hadn’t everything changed with little Soojung?
Could he ever look at Baekhyun and see the same hyperactive, beautifully energetic, Baekhyun? Or would he always think about Baekhyun, leaning over the crib, and whispering soft words for her? Would he think of the first image he saw of Baekhyun holding little Soojung? Would he ever stop thinking about a baby of their own? And Kyungsoo shakes his head furiously at that.
“Do you want to hold her?” The question breaks Kyungsoo out of his thoughts. Would he want to do -- what?
“What?” He asks bluntly, worry and fear pulsing through his body. He turns his gaze to Baekhyun with Soojung now resting on his shoulder.
“Do you want to hold her?” Baekhyun asks again, but this time there’s a soft chuckle that follows and Kyungsoo doesn't know how to respond.
Holding little Soojung would make this real, holding Soojung would make Baekhyun feeding her and holding her real, holding little Soojung would make this all a possibility and he doesn’t know if he can handle all of this at one time.
He steps back with his hands raised and shakes his head, “No. It’s okay. You take care of her.” Too much responsibility, taking care of themselves was one thing but taking care of Soojung is another.
But Baekhyun takes that as a challenge and places little Soojung in his arms in just a moments notice.
And it’s the weight of Soojung in his arms, the feeling of her unexpectedly heavy body in between his arms that has him breathing heavily and unsure of what to do. An out of body experience is what Baekhyun calls it when Kyungsoo starts to panic, the uncertainty pulsing through his body and brain.
“It’s okay, Kyungsoo,” Baekhyun says with a soft smile, running his hands through Kyungsoo’s hair, “It’s okay. Just hold her and we can help her together.”
And Baekhyun takes the lead as Kyungsoo tries to control his breathing, “Just lift her up from her underneath - yes good. Now support her head -- okay great. You just lift her up and onto your shoulder, support her here. Great! See!”
Kyungsoo isn’t sure if this is great, or if he’s doing it right but Soojung makes a soft gurgling sound and it makes him smile crookedly the fear plastered all over his face. One mistake, one drop one moment and everything is over. Caring for a baby is vastly different than carrying for Baekhyun when he acts like a baby.
Baekhyun smiles happily from across the crib, and mimics carrying his own baby and Kyungsoo almost loses his mind when he thinks of them and twins. Two babies, more than one. Two.
“Kyungsoo you’re okay. Just follow me okay?” And Kyungsoo doesn’t stop thinking about them with two babies or even one baby but follows the dance Baekhyun shows him. Bouncing her up and down gently, so softly, and when Baekhyun stops to gently pat the invisible baby in his arms, Kyungsoo follows suit.
A few soft pats, a few hums of approval from Baekhyun and Soojung burps quietly into the living room and Baekhyun giggles with happiness.
Kyungsoo feels his entire image grow into one that consumes him. One that he can’t bring himself to stop thinking about. Soojung is warm, and snuggles closer into his neck, the burping done and definitely time for her to move onto a nap.
“Do you want me to take her?” Baekhyun asks, reaching for her and Kyungsoo quickly shakes his head no, stepping slightly farther back.
Soojung is asleep in his arms in moments, and it’s not an easy hold. He knows he should lay her down in her crib and should let her go but the weight is something he knows he’ll miss. Soojung has stolen a small piece of his heart, a place where he never knew he wanted this with Baekhyun. A place where he wants this with Baekhyun.
“Do you like holding her?” Kyungsoo looks up from the where Soojung has gripped his shirt with her small fist, and stares up at Baekhyun. His hands are crossed in front of him, the smile warm and beautiful and Kyungsoo nods his head.
He’s still afraid, still worried, still unsure of what he’s doing. This is easy because Baekhyun is a good teacher, because he knows what to do, but what if thye don’t know what to do? What if they never learn? Kyungsoo has a hundred thoughts running through his mind when Baekhyun steps in front of him, flushing the image of fear out of his mind.
“Let’s sit down. She likes being closer to the ground.” It’s a strange comment for Baekhyun to make and he wonders how much he knows about Soojung already.
She mumbles and sighs, and smacks her tiny little mouth when Kyungsoo leans backwards into the couch, and Kyungsoo presses his hand tightly against her back to keep her in place. The fear that he thought had dissipated, strongly finding its way back.
“Kyungsoo,” Baekhyun says softly, reaching over to take a hand off of Soojung. Kyungsoo follows the movement and stares at Baekhyun with wide eyes. “You’ll be okay.This is okay right?” And Kyungsoo hears the confidence in Baekhyun’s voice, sees and feels the confidence that they can do this. That they want this. Or Baekhyun wants this and Kyungsoo wants this with Baekhyun. It’s nearly the same thing right?
And he just nods his head, unsure if he can speak. He feels Soojung stir in his arms and Baekhyun reaches over to take her from his arms. It’s small confident steps, and soft whispers from Baekhyun that has Soojung snuggling back into the blankets and asleep in seconds.
“I love you,” Kyungsoo says randomly, the words slipping through his mouth. “You know that right?”
Baekhyun laughs and moves over to sit comfortably next to Kyungsoo. He watches Baekhyun tuck his legs underneath him before wrapping his arms around his Kyungsoo’s arm.
“I love you too.” Baekhyun says happily, pressing a solid kiss to his shoulder.
Kyungsoo feels the truth in his words, feels the love that Baekhyun has for him and he hopes that Baekhyun can feel his own love trying to find its way deep into Baekhyun. He wants Baekhyun to feel the love, to breath it, to know his love like the back of his hand.
He tilts his head against Baekhyun’s head, his eyes gazing over the living room like this is his first time home.
“What are you thinking about?” Baekhyun asks shifting in his seat to look at Kyungsoo properly.
“You,” He starts, watching the smile bloom on Baekhyun’s face, “Me.” And the smile continues to grow. “And how much I love this. How much I love you. How scared I am. But I want this.”
It will take time, it will take patience. It will be a lot of planning, a lot of changes, and definitely a lot of figuring out what exactly it means to make them three. He thinks of the paperwork it will take, the work and effort, but thinks of them as complete. Thinks of their love growing, their family growing. And if Kyungsoo has known something about Baekhyun from day one, it’s that Baekhyun will always be his family.
But he looks up at Baekhyun, and sees the smile on his face, so bright so crooked, the little mole so obvious on his lip even in the dim lighting and he sighs happily smiling at Baekhyun.
And he really should have expected Baekhyun’s reaction, really should have seen Baekhyun coming as he threw himself onto his lap (Kyungsoo gripping his hips easily to keep him in place). Really should have known that the sly smile on his lips would mean that he was definitely listening to the thoughts racing through Kyungsoo’s mind.
“I didn’t want to pressure you,” Baekhyun starts, tracing his finger across Kyungsoo’s shirt. “I don’t want to pressure you. This wasn’t about putting you in a position.” Kyungsoo shakes his head, knowing that baby Soojung wasn’t a ploy to get Kyungsoo to do this with Baekhyun. He opens his mouth to say so but Baekhyun quickly covers his lips with a finger.
“I love you, just like we are. Just like this is. I love you so much and I’m okay with what we have. I’m okay with what are.” Kyungsoo stares up at Baekhyun, the love for him growing so large in his chest.
“But,” Kyungsoo says with a finger still pressed to his lips. He purses his lips to place a soft kiss on Baekhyun’s finger, “I’m okay with this too. I’m okay with little Soojung. I’m scared -- I’m terrified,” Kyungsoo corrects, “But I want this. I haven’t really thought about it, but I’m okay with taking our time.”
Baekhyun grins happily, the sun glowing behind his head as he slips off of Kyungsoo’s legs and reaches for his hand.
Kyungsoo worries about Soojung and looks back at the crib. But he’s curious what Baekhyun is going to do, and he isn’t sure what exactly Baekhyun is planning to do.
But one of the empty rooms Baekhyun stops in front of, his hand on the doorknob.
Originally when they had bought the apartment the room had been an office for Baekhyun to work in, something easy to have around as well as a convenient storage space for the rest of their stuff.
But Kyungsoo hadn’t been inside in months. Not because he didn’t want to go into the office, or see the intensity of their stuff they hadn’t delt with since moving in but because he hadn’t really thought about it. And now his curiousity is getting the better of him, and now he wonders if this is what Baekhyun has been working on while Kyungsoo had been at work.
“What’s going on?” Kyungsoo asks, staring at the door then at Baekhyun.
“Don’t freak out okay?” Baekhyun says turning the doorknob slowly in his hand.
And if Baekhyun was expecting Kyungsoo to freak out at the changed office, he was definitely right on that. It wasn’t a bad freak out, it wasn’t anything that he hadn’t delt with back in the living room but stepping through the doors of the office for the first time to see it decorated as a nursery was definitely something he wasn’t expecting.
The walls painted a soft blue, clouds drawn across the walls. An empty space of where a crib would be, a rocking chair off in the corner. The room wasn’t quickly thrown together, wasn’t an easy thing to create in such short notice and Kyungsoo turns to Baekhyun with questions he isn’t sure he knows how to ask.
Baekhyun steps forward, locking hands with Kyungsoo, “I know I’ve been staying up a lot lately. And I’ve been staying home a lot lately but I thought I could do this as a surprise.” Kyungsoo takes a look around the room, and shakes his head unsure of what to say.
“But we were designated the sole baby sitters of Soojung. Their parents really trust us, so instead of her spending so much time in our room, I thought I could do something like this.” Baekhyun swallows looking down at the ground, his voice soft and unsure, “I thought it could be practice. See if this is something we want too.”
And Kyungsoo reaches forward to close the space between them, he wraps his arms around Baekhyun’s neck and squeezes them closer as much as possible. Their bodies pressed together, the smile and laughter in the room, loud and beautiful.
Their combined laughter, Baekhyun softly exhales into his shirt gripping the back, in his hand as tightly as possible.
Had Baekhyun been that worried? Had Baekhyun always wanted a Soojung of their own?
What did he think about Soojung as their own? A Soojung of their own?
And Kyungsoo really isn’t sure what to do from here, there was so much involved, so much to deal with but he’s okay with this. He wants this with Baekhyun, and that’s really the beginning and end of it all isn’t it?
Baekhyun.
Love will make it work, love will make this perfect for them all. It will be difficult but so many people around them to help them and Kyungsoo is nervous, bubbling with uncertainty but he presses a kiss to Baekhyun’s neck anyway to reassure himself of his own thoughts.
At least out of everything tonight, he knows he’ll never let Baekhyun go.
“Thank you, “ Baekhyun whispers into his shirt, pressing a soft kiss over his heart. “I love you,”
Kyungsoo shakes his head, leaning to whisper into Baekhyun’s ear, “I love you more.”
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A/N: I wanted to really write more but I knew I would never stop writing. I really hoped you loved this as much as I loved writing it!! Baeksoo have a very special part in my heart (actually all of your pairings) but something about Baeksoo Parents Au! //wibbles// Thank you again!
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun
Rating: like PG-13
Warnings: um ...none that I can think of….maybe language?
Word Count: 4504
Summary: Kyungsoo has always known Baekhyun was full of surprises but what he doesn’t expect to happen is Kyungsoo coming home one winter night with a very different surprise in Baekhyun’s arms. (Parentals!AU)
Message to recipient/note: First I want to thank you recipient for your amazing prompts. I’ve been thinking about your prompts for so long and I wish I had enough time to write all of them! (I might eventually huhuhu) I took your Parentals! Au idea and kind of morphed it into this! It’s not quite word for word your prompt but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Thank you for letting me write Baeksoo Parentals AU! You’re amazing~~ And also a major thank you to the mods for being so incredibly patient with me!
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If Kyungsoo sat down with himself 5 years ago and asked himself where he would be, he never would have answered married to Baekhyun.
Being free, being single, being able to go to parties, to casually hook up and walk away was what Kyungsoo lived for back then.
College was about experimenting and figuring out what subjects he liked to study in the daytime and what subjects he’d like delve into in the night time. And Baekhyun was definitely a subject he wanted to learn more about.
But what he didn’t know was that one random hook up that led to even more random hook ups that led to unofficial dates and then an unofficial proposal to live together which turned into an unofficial marriage would lead him to waking up to Baekhyun every morning.
He doesn’t mind it. Really, all in all it could be a lot worse .He could have been attached to smelly feet old college roommate Jongdae, or the one time butt-plug-long-legged Chanyeol. And sometimes Baekhyun’s legs get in the way, and sometimes he does have smelly feet but Kyungsoo’s heart skips a beat when he thinks about everything else.
But this was something that Kyungsoo heart’s knew was going to happen before Baekhyun had even left their first night together. His heart had confirmed it before his head even could go through the emotions of denial into final acceptance. His heart had a strong, firm hold on Baekhyun and his beautiful perfect hips, and his beautiful perfect smile even before his hands had let go that first time.
Kyungsoo tries to keep this knowledge away from Baekhyun, keep him from knowing that he was in love so early on in their casual relationship, was keeping Baekhyun for the rest of his life from that first day.
Even when Baekhyun insists on asking him still after so long, how Kyungsoo realized he was in love.
Kyungsoo usually pats him on the head, with a kiss to the forehead and says, “It was love at first fuck.”
But it’s thankful really that Baekhyun doesn’t believe him, doesn’t really think that Kyungsoo is serious. It makes Kyungsoo feel a little reassured that Baekhyun thinks that they fell in love at the same time.
(What Baekhyun doesn’t know is Kyungsoo fell in love with him twice. Once by himself when he had looked down at Baekhyun underneath his bedroom lights and the second time when he watched Baekhyun glow, stuttering for words at his own admission of love.)
But in all reality, Kyungsoo can’t imagine himself married to anyone else. Married to Baekhyun, coming home to Baekhyun, having Baekhyun to hold in his arms, to keep cradled next to him in the mornings. To smell him, to feel him, to speak to Baekhyun was more than what he needed. It was a gift, a blessing to have him all by himself, and he didn’t want it any other way.
What he wasn’t expecting, what he wasn’t sure would ever happen was the one question he never expected Baekhyun to ask. Or maybe he should have been more prepared, more aware of what could happen given the circumstances but Kyungsoo never really considered it but he should have known since Baekhyun was always a surprise.
Baekhyun always had something up his sleeve. May it be a disastrously surprisingly delicious dinner or something as simple as a new toy he wanted to try on both of them.
It was always something new and different with Baekhyun so Kyungsoo isn’t sure why he felt his heart beat so hard when he stepped through the apartment doors that night.
It had been a very cold day outside, snow starting to drizzle down, the pavements in the city sleek and dangerous.
Kyungsoo had spent most of his time ducked down, knees bent shuffling his way home as fast as possible. The wind had found its way through his scarf and his jackets and had seeped into his bones in a way he knew only Baekhyun could warm.
Somehow even if they were nearly the same size, Baekhyun was always warmer.
At the entrance of their apartment, Kyungsoo shook his boots hard against the outside mat, trying to shake his fingers and toes back to life.
It was a short walk from work, nothing more than 15 minutes but in the negative it felt like hours before he was back inside.
And he had heard enough complaining from Baekhyun to know that shaking off snow would make him happier, and he could touch Baekhyun soon enough after his fingers felt warmth pulse through them.
“Baekhyun!” Kyungsoo shouted into the apartment, slipping the scarf over his head.
Baekhyun had spent more time at home recently, wanting to work from home, and do what Kyungsoo liked to call ~Baekhyun things~. He didn’t know what it entailed exactly but he didn’t doubt that Baekhyun also still showed up to work on time at the studio but still made it home before Kyungsoo.
Either way the silence in the house was a little strange. The shout of his name simply echoed off the walls and Kyungsoo quickly slipped his jacket off and out of his shoes before moving into the living room.
He noticed the lights were dim, and the kitchen lights were off, and not a single sound of Baekhyun’s normal 5pm sounds anywhere. He was easy to feel the presence of in the house, and it didn’t feel quite right.
Kyungsoo wasn’t worried per se, but the text message he had received earlier had told him Baekhyun would be home. He had told him specifically to hurry home after work.
Either he was in the bedroom (Kyungsoo grinned at the thought of that) or he had forgotten and rushed somewhere to come back later with a pout on his lips for forgetting Kyungsoo.
He made his way farther into their apartment turning the corner into the living room.
What Kyungsoo wasn’t expecting, what he never would have guessed he’d come home to was Baekhyun sitting on the couch, a baby in his arms. A blanket thrown over his shoulder, the soft lighting bringing out every shade of color in Baekhyun’s hair and the soft expression on his face restarted his heart in a way that took his breath away.
He felt his heart stutter at the image in front of him.
Baekhyun holding this baby gently in his arms. Baekhyun humming gently, pressing his thumb gently against his cheeks. Kyungsoo hadn’t known he could ever see this, didn’t know it was possible to fall in love with Baekhyun all over again.
But as he steps farther into the room, his footsteps shaky as his heart felt, maybe third time must be a charm.
He can’t breathe really when Baekhyun looks up at him a small smile on his face.
The dimples are prominent, the happiness evident on his face, “Sit with me.” Baekhyun says softly reaching for Kyungsoo’s hand with a free one.
And Kyungsoo has no choice but to follow. His eyes unable to move from Baekhyun and the small baby in his arms.
He sits gently against Baekhyun, the couch dipping with their combined weight.
“Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo says quietly, unsure if he’s allowed to touch, or where he should even start.
“Remember when I said a few months ago,” Baekhyun says shifting the baby slightly in his arms, “That my co-worker was having a baby? Well they had her, and they let us babysit her for the night.” Kyungsoo stares down at the little girl softly reaching for Baekhyun with her little arms, her face a soft glowing pink and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever breathe again.
“I know I didn’t ask you,” Baekhyun softly says, uncertainty in his voice, “But I thought we could help them out.” Kyungsoo opens his mouth to respond but the words are failing him.
He takes a look at the way Baekhyun holds her, the way the little baby smells, the way her cheeks are red, the little pink blanket that keeps her warm.
The little hand wrapped around Baekhyun’s so much larger finger and he leans over, to place his hand behind Baekhyun’s neck and kisses him hard on the lips.
The kiss is short, and hopefully gets the point across, “It’s okay.” He says briefly. Leaning over to brush his hair away from Baekhyun’s forehead, before leaving a gentle kiss there.
He is okay with it just --- what exactly does this mean for them?
--
It takes two tries and a very painful burn to the back of his hand to learn how to make proper baby food.
Whoever decided that the best way to make baby food was to boil it, clearly did not know the difficulty and exact science of baby food.
Kyungsoo hisses loudly as he dips his finger into the milk before sucking his finger quickly.
This was getting ridiculous. Baekhyun had asked him to heat up some milk so she could have something to drink before she fell asleep for the night but Kyungsoo hadn’t expect this to take so long, for it to be so complicated.
It takes another burnt finger and Kyungsoo forcefully turning down the heat before Baekhyun steps into the kitchen, hands on his hips.
“What are you doing?” Kyungsoo quirks an eyebrow up at him in defiance. The tone of voice Baekhyun is using means that he knows Kyungsoo doesn’t know what he’s doing. But it’s fine, really. He has this.
But quickly sighs looking down at the over boiled milk, a frown on his lips.
“I don’t know how to boil baby milk.” Kyungsoo admits, throwing his hands up in the air.
There’s a sneaky smile on his lips that Kyungsoo isn’t sure he understands. Baekhyun moves closer to him before looking down at the pot of milk and leaves a quick kiss on Kyungsoo’s cheek.
“Just microwave it.” He says easily. And Kyungsoo stares at Baekhyun like he’s lost his mind.
“What do you mean microwave it?” Kyungsoo asks confused.
He watches Baekhyun take the carton of milk from the fridge pour it into a cup before placing it in the microwave.
It takes 30 seconds, Kyungsoo staring at the microwave, then at Baekhyun then at the cup of milk he pours into the bottle before kissing Kyungsoo on his soft lips and walking away.
Oh.
Kyungsoo follows behind Baekhyun into the living room, how he had missed the white crib in near the couch he wasn’t sure. The way the crib fit so easily into their living room, shocked him once more. It had only been a few hours and everything was already feeling so normal. Well outside of the constant stutter in his heart.
He stops a few feet behind Baekhyun, watching as he tests the heat on the back of his wrist, licking the milk quickly.
He isn’t sure how Baekhyun knows this, knows what to do, looks in his element but Kyungsoo can’t stop watching.
With a soft cooing noise, Baekhyun has her in his arms, bouncing her to gently make her comfortable before miming opening his mouth to gently place the bottle between her lips.
It’s the soft cooing, the soft bouncing, the easy movements, the comfortable feeling that Baekhyun exudes that has Kyungsoo closing the distance between them and grabbing his cheeks between his hands before kissing him deeply.
It’s beautiful, addicting, everything is new and he thought he knew Baekhyun. Thought he knew the in’s and out’s, the noises the sounds all the different actions, reactions that Baekhyun has but this is new and its beautiful, scary but beautiful.
Kyungsoo pulls away when Baekhyun gives him a happy hum and is first to pull away.
“How do you know this?” Kyungsoo asks watching the way Baekhyun holds the baby in his arms. Looks down at her pink cheeks, and her small little hand pressed over Baekhyun’s larger one and he doesn’t know what to do.
“Because my brother got married in college remember?” Kyungsoo vaguely remembers Baekhyun mentioning his brother in college.
Baekbeom who had graduated 10 years before Baekhyun, who had gotten married and moved to America even before Baekhyun and he were a thing.
It had been an off handed comment that Baekhyun had made once about going to see his brother but he really hadn’t thought much about it.
“Don’t you want to know her name?” Kyungsoo looks at Baekhyun with a bit of confusion.
Baekhyun laughs quietly at Kyungsoo, “Soojung.” He says confidently. And little Soojung twitches happily in Baekhyun’s arms.
Soojung, Crystal. Beautiful name for her. It will mean so much when she’s older. Kyungsoo nods his head and stands quietly next to the two of them.
He doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what to do. Babies are foreign, beautiful, delicate creatures and he isn’t sure what to do, where to go, how to help. So he shoves his hands into his pockets and watches Baekhyun making miming noises to help her finish her milk.
It’s only been a few hours since he’s come home, somewhere closer to 8pm and he feels like his entire life has been turned around.
He knows everything is the same, knows that nothing has really changed, that once little Soojung is returned to her parents, everything will be the same.
But will it? Hadn’t everything changed with little Soojung?
Could he ever look at Baekhyun and see the same hyperactive, beautifully energetic, Baekhyun? Or would he always think about Baekhyun, leaning over the crib, and whispering soft words for her? Would he think of the first image he saw of Baekhyun holding little Soojung? Would he ever stop thinking about a baby of their own? And Kyungsoo shakes his head furiously at that.
“Do you want to hold her?” The question breaks Kyungsoo out of his thoughts. Would he want to do -- what?
“What?” He asks bluntly, worry and fear pulsing through his body. He turns his gaze to Baekhyun with Soojung now resting on his shoulder.
“Do you want to hold her?” Baekhyun asks again, but this time there’s a soft chuckle that follows and Kyungsoo doesn't know how to respond.
Holding little Soojung would make this real, holding Soojung would make Baekhyun feeding her and holding her real, holding little Soojung would make this all a possibility and he doesn’t know if he can handle all of this at one time.
He steps back with his hands raised and shakes his head, “No. It’s okay. You take care of her.” Too much responsibility, taking care of themselves was one thing but taking care of Soojung is another.
But Baekhyun takes that as a challenge and places little Soojung in his arms in just a moments notice.
And it’s the weight of Soojung in his arms, the feeling of her unexpectedly heavy body in between his arms that has him breathing heavily and unsure of what to do. An out of body experience is what Baekhyun calls it when Kyungsoo starts to panic, the uncertainty pulsing through his body and brain.
“It’s okay, Kyungsoo,” Baekhyun says with a soft smile, running his hands through Kyungsoo’s hair, “It’s okay. Just hold her and we can help her together.”
And Baekhyun takes the lead as Kyungsoo tries to control his breathing, “Just lift her up from her underneath - yes good. Now support her head -- okay great. You just lift her up and onto your shoulder, support her here. Great! See!”
Kyungsoo isn’t sure if this is great, or if he’s doing it right but Soojung makes a soft gurgling sound and it makes him smile crookedly the fear plastered all over his face. One mistake, one drop one moment and everything is over. Caring for a baby is vastly different than carrying for Baekhyun when he acts like a baby.
Baekhyun smiles happily from across the crib, and mimics carrying his own baby and Kyungsoo almost loses his mind when he thinks of them and twins. Two babies, more than one. Two.
“Kyungsoo you’re okay. Just follow me okay?” And Kyungsoo doesn’t stop thinking about them with two babies or even one baby but follows the dance Baekhyun shows him. Bouncing her up and down gently, so softly, and when Baekhyun stops to gently pat the invisible baby in his arms, Kyungsoo follows suit.
A few soft pats, a few hums of approval from Baekhyun and Soojung burps quietly into the living room and Baekhyun giggles with happiness.
Kyungsoo feels his entire image grow into one that consumes him. One that he can’t bring himself to stop thinking about. Soojung is warm, and snuggles closer into his neck, the burping done and definitely time for her to move onto a nap.
“Do you want me to take her?” Baekhyun asks, reaching for her and Kyungsoo quickly shakes his head no, stepping slightly farther back.
Soojung is asleep in his arms in moments, and it’s not an easy hold. He knows he should lay her down in her crib and should let her go but the weight is something he knows he’ll miss. Soojung has stolen a small piece of his heart, a place where he never knew he wanted this with Baekhyun. A place where he wants this with Baekhyun.
“Do you like holding her?” Kyungsoo looks up from the where Soojung has gripped his shirt with her small fist, and stares up at Baekhyun. His hands are crossed in front of him, the smile warm and beautiful and Kyungsoo nods his head.
He’s still afraid, still worried, still unsure of what he’s doing. This is easy because Baekhyun is a good teacher, because he knows what to do, but what if thye don’t know what to do? What if they never learn? Kyungsoo has a hundred thoughts running through his mind when Baekhyun steps in front of him, flushing the image of fear out of his mind.
“Let’s sit down. She likes being closer to the ground.” It’s a strange comment for Baekhyun to make and he wonders how much he knows about Soojung already.
She mumbles and sighs, and smacks her tiny little mouth when Kyungsoo leans backwards into the couch, and Kyungsoo presses his hand tightly against her back to keep her in place. The fear that he thought had dissipated, strongly finding its way back.
“Kyungsoo,” Baekhyun says softly, reaching over to take a hand off of Soojung. Kyungsoo follows the movement and stares at Baekhyun with wide eyes. “You’ll be okay.This is okay right?” And Kyungsoo hears the confidence in Baekhyun’s voice, sees and feels the confidence that they can do this. That they want this. Or Baekhyun wants this and Kyungsoo wants this with Baekhyun. It’s nearly the same thing right?
And he just nods his head, unsure if he can speak. He feels Soojung stir in his arms and Baekhyun reaches over to take her from his arms. It’s small confident steps, and soft whispers from Baekhyun that has Soojung snuggling back into the blankets and asleep in seconds.
“I love you,” Kyungsoo says randomly, the words slipping through his mouth. “You know that right?”
Baekhyun laughs and moves over to sit comfortably next to Kyungsoo. He watches Baekhyun tuck his legs underneath him before wrapping his arms around his Kyungsoo’s arm.
“I love you too.” Baekhyun says happily, pressing a solid kiss to his shoulder.
Kyungsoo feels the truth in his words, feels the love that Baekhyun has for him and he hopes that Baekhyun can feel his own love trying to find its way deep into Baekhyun. He wants Baekhyun to feel the love, to breath it, to know his love like the back of his hand.
He tilts his head against Baekhyun’s head, his eyes gazing over the living room like this is his first time home.
“What are you thinking about?” Baekhyun asks shifting in his seat to look at Kyungsoo properly.
“You,” He starts, watching the smile bloom on Baekhyun’s face, “Me.” And the smile continues to grow. “And how much I love this. How much I love you. How scared I am. But I want this.”
It will take time, it will take patience. It will be a lot of planning, a lot of changes, and definitely a lot of figuring out what exactly it means to make them three. He thinks of the paperwork it will take, the work and effort, but thinks of them as complete. Thinks of their love growing, their family growing. And if Kyungsoo has known something about Baekhyun from day one, it’s that Baekhyun will always be his family.
But he looks up at Baekhyun, and sees the smile on his face, so bright so crooked, the little mole so obvious on his lip even in the dim lighting and he sighs happily smiling at Baekhyun.
And he really should have expected Baekhyun’s reaction, really should have seen Baekhyun coming as he threw himself onto his lap (Kyungsoo gripping his hips easily to keep him in place). Really should have known that the sly smile on his lips would mean that he was definitely listening to the thoughts racing through Kyungsoo’s mind.
“I didn’t want to pressure you,” Baekhyun starts, tracing his finger across Kyungsoo’s shirt. “I don’t want to pressure you. This wasn’t about putting you in a position.” Kyungsoo shakes his head, knowing that baby Soojung wasn’t a ploy to get Kyungsoo to do this with Baekhyun. He opens his mouth to say so but Baekhyun quickly covers his lips with a finger.
“I love you, just like we are. Just like this is. I love you so much and I’m okay with what we have. I’m okay with what are.” Kyungsoo stares up at Baekhyun, the love for him growing so large in his chest.
“But,” Kyungsoo says with a finger still pressed to his lips. He purses his lips to place a soft kiss on Baekhyun’s finger, “I’m okay with this too. I’m okay with little Soojung. I’m scared -- I’m terrified,” Kyungsoo corrects, “But I want this. I haven’t really thought about it, but I’m okay with taking our time.”
Baekhyun grins happily, the sun glowing behind his head as he slips off of Kyungsoo’s legs and reaches for his hand.
Kyungsoo worries about Soojung and looks back at the crib. But he’s curious what Baekhyun is going to do, and he isn’t sure what exactly Baekhyun is planning to do.
But one of the empty rooms Baekhyun stops in front of, his hand on the doorknob.
Originally when they had bought the apartment the room had been an office for Baekhyun to work in, something easy to have around as well as a convenient storage space for the rest of their stuff.
But Kyungsoo hadn’t been inside in months. Not because he didn’t want to go into the office, or see the intensity of their stuff they hadn’t delt with since moving in but because he hadn’t really thought about it. And now his curiousity is getting the better of him, and now he wonders if this is what Baekhyun has been working on while Kyungsoo had been at work.
“What’s going on?” Kyungsoo asks, staring at the door then at Baekhyun.
“Don’t freak out okay?” Baekhyun says turning the doorknob slowly in his hand.
And if Baekhyun was expecting Kyungsoo to freak out at the changed office, he was definitely right on that. It wasn’t a bad freak out, it wasn’t anything that he hadn’t delt with back in the living room but stepping through the doors of the office for the first time to see it decorated as a nursery was definitely something he wasn’t expecting.
The walls painted a soft blue, clouds drawn across the walls. An empty space of where a crib would be, a rocking chair off in the corner. The room wasn’t quickly thrown together, wasn’t an easy thing to create in such short notice and Kyungsoo turns to Baekhyun with questions he isn’t sure he knows how to ask.
Baekhyun steps forward, locking hands with Kyungsoo, “I know I’ve been staying up a lot lately. And I’ve been staying home a lot lately but I thought I could do this as a surprise.” Kyungsoo takes a look around the room, and shakes his head unsure of what to say.
“But we were designated the sole baby sitters of Soojung. Their parents really trust us, so instead of her spending so much time in our room, I thought I could do something like this.” Baekhyun swallows looking down at the ground, his voice soft and unsure, “I thought it could be practice. See if this is something we want too.”
And Kyungsoo reaches forward to close the space between them, he wraps his arms around Baekhyun’s neck and squeezes them closer as much as possible. Their bodies pressed together, the smile and laughter in the room, loud and beautiful.
Their combined laughter, Baekhyun softly exhales into his shirt gripping the back, in his hand as tightly as possible.
Had Baekhyun been that worried? Had Baekhyun always wanted a Soojung of their own?
What did he think about Soojung as their own? A Soojung of their own?
And Kyungsoo really isn’t sure what to do from here, there was so much involved, so much to deal with but he’s okay with this. He wants this with Baekhyun, and that’s really the beginning and end of it all isn’t it?
Baekhyun.
Love will make it work, love will make this perfect for them all. It will be difficult but so many people around them to help them and Kyungsoo is nervous, bubbling with uncertainty but he presses a kiss to Baekhyun’s neck anyway to reassure himself of his own thoughts.
At least out of everything tonight, he knows he’ll never let Baekhyun go.
“Thank you, “ Baekhyun whispers into his shirt, pressing a soft kiss over his heart. “I love you,”
Kyungsoo shakes his head, leaning to whisper into Baekhyun’s ear, “I love you more.”
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A/N: I wanted to really write more but I knew I would never stop writing. I really hoped you loved this as much as I loved writing it!! Baeksoo have a very special part in my heart (actually all of your pairings) but something about Baeksoo Parents Au! //wibbles// Thank you again!