Little Surprises - Chapter 12
Title: Little Surprises
Author: x_lain_x;
Genre: Romance/ MPREG
Warnings: This fic contains male pregnancy and underaged sex! Don't like, don't read.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing~.
Pairings/Characters: Minho/Taemin
Synopsis: "Taemin couldn't help a smile when Munhee extended a arm, two pink building blocks held in his stocky fingers. A interrogation babble soon followed."
( Chapter 1 )( Chapter 2 )( Chapter 3 )( Chapter 4 )( Chapter 5 )( Chapter 6 )
( Chapter 7 )( Chapter 8 )( Chapter 9 )( Chapter 10 )( Chapter 11 )
It took almost an entire day before Minho finally awakened. He struggled to open his eyes a few times during the night, but closed them back almost instantly. Taemin, however, barely blinked. He curled up in a chair near the bed, watching over Minho's exhausted sleep.
The others had gone home long ago, having spent snippets of their busy days talking quietly around the bed. Even Minho's mother had gone home a little before lunch time, to shower and eat.
Taemin refused to leave the room. Not even his own mother's mellow voice on the phone, crackling with static from being kilometers away, could convince him to take a break.
The magnae sighed when Munhee started fussing and whining once again on his lap. The kid was in a bad mood, irritable from being passed from lap to lap for hours. Taemin knew he was a little too big to sleep on his arms all the time now, and that his own bony frame wasn't exactly comfortable. Besides, Munhee liked to crawl around, and going back to just sleep and eat all day wasn't acceptable.
"Baby, please. Stop squirming." Taemin rearranged Munhee on his lap, but the toddler immediately tried to stand up.
"Munnie, come on. Work with mama, ok?" Munhee ignored him, so Taemin grabbed both of the tiny hands fisting his jacket and helped to steady him.
"Munnie please." Taemin sighed and tried to force him to sit back down. He only managed to make the kid let out a angry yell and land a painful little kick to his crotch. The magnae yelped and tried to curl up, but gave up halfway since Munhee still refused to sit down.
"Okay. Okay." Taemin breathed throught the pain as best as he could, looking around for something to distract his son with.
He got up and arranged his child on the plush chair, walking around the bed to rummage throught Munhee's bag. Soon Taemin was back, armed with a plastic truck and the forever favorite soft building blocks.
"Look Munnie! Your blocks! I'm sorry babe, your stupid umma didn't remember about them until now." He crouched near the chair, placing the toys around his son, who suddenly seemed interested in something else other then trying to wooble around.
Taemin couldn't help a smile when Munhee extended a arm, two pink building blocks held in his stocky fingers. A interrogation babble soon followed.
"Oh! For me?" Taemin giggled and took the blocks from him. He laughed out aloud when Munhee extended yet another pink block in his direction.
"Aigoo, Munnie. Why umma only get the pink ones?" Taemin sighed once again and slid closer, resting his jaw on his hand.
"Ma!?" Munhee fished the last of the pink blocks and dutifully gave it to his mother.
"Yes Munnie, thanks for the pink blocks. Umma loves it." Taemin kissed his son's forehead and let himself rest there, inhaling his cute baby scent. He was just about to close his eyes when yet another soft block was stuck under his nose.
"Pa?!" Taemin took the toy and added to his own growing pile on his lap.
"Appa is sleeping, baby."
"Paaaa!" Munhee grabbed another one, shaking it viciously on the air,
"No Munnie, appa is sleeping. He's sick." The magnae had to use both hands to take the block off Munhee's fist. He could see the increasing frustation in the frown that was edging in his kiddy face. The pout was just as telling.
Munhee was cleary distressed over the fact his gift was not reaching it's destination, franctically choosing yet another block worthy of his father and extending in the direction of the bed.
"Pa! Pa! Paaa!"
Taemin could feel his own frustration too, building up for way too long. Munhee had been increasingly difficult since they had gotten to the hospital.
"Munhee, no. That's enough." He tried for his best stern voice, but it sounded tired and powerless even to his own ears.
As Taemin tried to grab for the block, Munhee threw it with all his might in Minho's direction. It bounced off his shoulder and end up nestled between his jaw and neck.
"Munhee! I said no, stop it right now!" Taemin raised his voice, that frustration from before almost sinking it's claws into him. He felt helpless, incompetent.
When he got up to retreive the toy, bones protesting from being uncomfortable for too long, a block hit the back of his head.
"That's it!" The magnae whirled around, bending down and grabbing the arms of the chair with a grip that had his knuckles white. "You stop right now, little guy! Right now, do you hear me? We can't all play with you all the time!"
Something clicked in Taemin's head when he saw Munhee's pretty face slowly scrunching up. He could not believe himself and raised a hand to his own mouth as the first cry left his son's mouth.
Taemin sat back, watching wide-eyed as his baby tried to become smaller against the corner of the chair. The same chair that he had shaken, probably adding more to the fearsome effect he had when he had raised his voice.
"Oh my God. Oh my God, baby, I'm sorry!" Taemin choked, trying his best to not give in to the urge to just cry with Munhee.
Munhee refused his mother's arms, crying even louder.. but Taemin was too horrorified about his actions, needed to prove to himself that was a lapse and would never happen again.
"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry. Umma is so stupid, I'm sorry. Umma is not going to yell at you again baby, I'm sorry." Taemin got up with Munhee close to his chest, walking around the room, trying to sooth both his son and himself.
"Baby, it's okay, come on. Umma is not going to do it again. Calm down."
Munhee did not seem inclined to stop anytime soon, mouth wide open as he cried his outrage to the world.
The way he kept turning his face away everytime Taemin tried to clean his tears was making the magnae increasingly more upset. The kicks from Munhee's sibiling inside him seemed to be punishing him as well.
"Munnie..." Taemin had run out of options, didn't know any other trick besides what his mother used to do for him when he was younger. Closing his eyes, he began to sing a lullaby, hoping Munhee wouldn't be upset with his wavering voice. He tried to rock to the rhythm, but the kick he got from inside almost doubled him over.
Apparently, both babies were against their umma tonight.
-
Taemin was sure he painted a pitful picture to his mother-in-law when she sneaked into the room.
It had been almost ten minutes and Munhee refused to stop. He cried and cried, as if his throath was made for it. And he meant it too, as the magnae could read his son's crying easily.
Munhee was as livid as someone with 10 months of life could be.
Taemin had lost all energy, leaning against the windowsill and singing mechanically.
The bad part about Minho’s mother waking Taemin was that he he could immediately feel the wetness of the tears he had swallowed coming up all over again. He raised his head and tried to smile it away this time.
"H-hey. Is it already eight? W-wow, time sure flies by." He changed Munhee to his left hip and tried his best not to be awkard under the stare directed his way. He forced out a giggle when the older woman came closer and caressed both his and Munhee's head.
"What's wrong with my favorite boys?" The caress made him miss his mother, his childhood, the time he was still a pampered and taken care of. His lower lip trembled.
"Oh! Nothing! Nothing at all, don't worry." He smiled up at Minho's mother, but it deflated at the knowing look she was directing his way.
"Okay then. Let's take care of this little guy." The baby was swiftly taken off his arms by the older woman. She walked to the other side of the room, rocking him and cooing at his crying face. It didn't take Munhee even a minute to calm down. Maybe another two to fall asleep.
"There we go. Good baby, cute little Munnie, already sleeping for gradma, hm?" She had a tiny smile on her face as she looked back up at Taemin.
The magnae crossed his arms and watched the scruffy toes of his red converse. He squirmed a bit, his ‘good mother’ pride deflating even more.
"Thank you, ahjumma. He has been crying for the longest time."
"Yeah, the nurses told me." She placed Munhee's toys on the side table and sat down, the baby snoring on her shoulder.
Taemin squirmed at the answer, biting his lips again and again to keep the unexplainable tears inside. He tugged at his old jeans pockets, twisting the fabric, and had to look up, blinking so his eyes would stay mostly dry.
Without a word, Minho's mother got up, gently placing Munhee on the chair. As she got a few pillows to make a secure barricade, Taemin went to the corner of the room. He was messing with his bag but, being a seasoned mother, the woman could see the upset instance clearly.
She didn't say anything, just hugged the skinny boy closely and let him cry on her shoulder.
-
Ten minutes of hugging and a hot cocoa straight from the machine downstairs, Taemin felt better. He also felt a little like a 5 year old, but that was irrelevant. Having a dry face was the important thing.
Minho's mother was back at the chair, Munhee still passed out on her lap. Minho was clearly not unconscious anymore, just sleeping lightly, face down on the matress.
Taemin sat on the windowsill, back turned to the night outside, sipping on his hot drink. He smiled fondly at the gentle kick from his baby, his free hand massaging the spot.
“So, I guess he likes chocolate too?” The magnae laughed lowly at his mother-in-law's joke, patting his belly.
“I guess it runs in the family. They had to get something from me after all.”
It was blissfully silent for a few minutes after that, but Taemin felt he owed the woman an explanation. After all, she had quieted his son and bought him hot chocolate. All he did in return was to get snot all over her shirt.
So he braced himself, glared at his scruffy shoes once again and talked.
“I'm sorry about before, ahjumma. I don't know what came over me. I-I-”
“Stop it, I know. I have two kids as well, right?” She smiled, but Taemin could only find it in himself to sigh.
“He wouldn't stop, ahjumma. He was throwing stuff around and I yelled at him. I really did yell at him.”
“Taeminnie...” She tried to stop him, but he was on a roll. Every frustration stacking up since the fight one day before came tumbling down.
“I yelled at him and I shook the chair. He was so scared, he tried to hide from me. And then he would not stop crying! I did everything I could, I tried to rock with him, but then even his brother kicked me! I don't know how that happened! I mean, I don't go around shouting at my kid, he's been difficult before and it never happened. Oh my God, how could I have done that!? He was so scared, what if he hates me now!? I'm such a horrible mother.”
Taemin felt a little breathless as he finished, now burning gaping holes on his converse with his eyes. His head snapped up at the chuckle from the other side of the room. Was she laughing at him? Seriously? The magnae blushed, embarrased.
“Oh Taeminnie, Taeminnie. Come here, you silly boy.” She grabbed his hand when he was close enough and made him sit on the floor, so she could easily look into his eyes.
“How can I say this in a way that won’t hurt your feelings? It happens. To all of us. It's called motherhood and you haven't seen anything yet.”
Taemin looked like a little scared kid in her eyes, looking at her with an unblinking stare, avid to learn everything he could from a more experienced mother. She couldn't help to think he was nothing more than that. A hectic life of an idol and two kids at such young age. He would bend sometimes, this way or like Minho did.
“You're learning. I know you like to think you know everything, that you're a natural-”
Taemin tried to protest at this point, cheeks flaming red, but she gave him no chance.
“Like I was saying, you think you're a natural and you are. I think you and Minho have done beautifully until now. You're too young, you're going to make mistakes. Hell, I made a lot of mistakes too, even when it was my second time around.”
Taemin sighed and rested his tired head on Minho's mother knee.
“So stop felling guilty, ok? He won't grow into a psycopath and hate you because you yelled at him. Belive me, you will yell a lot more in the future, this is just the beggining.”
Taemin nodded, still not a hundred percent conviced. He’d almost forgot about the situation though, until a deep voice he missed like crazy spoke from behind him.
“We're gonna pinch a lot of ears too, right umma? Because my ears hurt just thinking about it.”
“Hyung!” Taemin didn't try to control the smile that cracked his face in half, jumping to his feet just to stretch himself over Minho's body. He hugged the other's broad shoulders and rubbed his head against his collarbone. “Hyung, I'm so happy you're awake.”
Minho laughed, feeling completely aware for the first time in weeks. He didn't mind the way Taemin had thrown himself over him or the way he could scarcely breath with the vice-like arms around him. It served him right for causing so much worry for everyone.
-
Minho was checked by the doctor and deemed fine. He could leave in the morning.
He also received a monstrous lecture from his mom about taking care of himself and even the infamous ear-pulling for good measure. After that, she left with Munhee, so that both the baby and Minho could rest.
Taemin curled up with him on the bed the best way he could, barely fitting even when squished together. Yet, they managed, basking in each other's presence.
They had barraged themselves from the world with the comforter over their heads, just them, together in their little world. Minho sighed, relaxed and happy as Taemin kissed his collarbone and wriggled closer. He, in turn, lifted Taemin's sweatshirt to his chest and moved him even closer. The weight of his protuding belly against him made him feel secure.
“Hm, Minho-hyung, I really wanted you to be awake earlier today. He kicked so much.” Taemin's voice was sleepy, but the hands under Minho's pajama shirt never stopped moving.
“Did he? I wish he would do it now since he never does it when I'm around. I'm starting to think he doesn't like his appa.” Minho caressed Taemin's stomach, mentally willing his son to move.
Taemin giggled in that cute way he always did when he was tired.
“DaeHyun sleeping now daddy, no use tickling me.”
“DaeHyun?” Minho looked down, trying to find Taemin's eyes in the darkness.
“Well, yeah, if that's okay with you. We know it's another boy, but we keep calling him 'baby'. And I like DaeHyun.”
“DaeHyun ... DaeHyun..” Minho rolled the name around on his tongue, trying to picture himself calling for Munhee and DaeHyun. He could see it perfectly.
“So?” Taemin looked up with hopeful eyes.
Minho smiled and kissed him on the lips as an answer.
-
They kissed for a long time. Nothing too frisky, just lips around lips with the barest hint of tongue. Even then, it was loving, meant to heal and relax instead of provoke and arouse.
Taemin's lips were deliciously sensitive when they finally decided to sleep. He bit his lower one just to feel it when they spooned and his face was out of Minho's sight.
But apparently, Minho had some freaky eye-power, because he caught the action easily enough. In a second, he had Taemin on his back and was kissing the daylights out of him.
The magnae cried out in surprise, but parted his lips a little more for the intrusive tongue. It was ridiculously wrong, but he wound an arm around Minho's neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.
Taemin was breathless when Minho let up, looking a little cross-eyed at the gorgeous man above him. He huffed, indignant, when all the other did was smirk and turn him back on his side, snuggling back to the previous position.
“Oh my God, Minho, you-- What was that for!?” Taemin was much more awake now, not to mention a little bothered.
He could feel the smile against the back of his neck, and the kiss on his temple.
“Just to let you know I'm really really sorry about last night. I have all kinds of intentions to make it up to you.” There was a little jest on his voice, but Taemin knew he was telling the true, so he played along.
“You better. Just because I forgive you, doesn't mean you're off the hook.”
“I know baby, I know. Everything for you”
Having no doubt every word was truth was what lulled Taemin to sleep.
-
Probably five more chapters to go =D
~Thanks to my lovely beta wishiwuzkagome~
Author: x_lain_x;
Genre: Romance/ MPREG
Warnings: This fic contains male pregnancy and underaged sex! Don't like, don't read.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing~.
Pairings/Characters: Minho/Taemin
Synopsis: "Taemin couldn't help a smile when Munhee extended a arm, two pink building blocks held in his stocky fingers. A interrogation babble soon followed."
( Chapter 1 )( Chapter 2 )( Chapter 3 )( Chapter 4 )( Chapter 5 )( Chapter 6 )
( Chapter 7 )( Chapter 8 )( Chapter 9 )( Chapter 10 )( Chapter 11 )
It took almost an entire day before Minho finally awakened. He struggled to open his eyes a few times during the night, but closed them back almost instantly. Taemin, however, barely blinked. He curled up in a chair near the bed, watching over Minho's exhausted sleep.
The others had gone home long ago, having spent snippets of their busy days talking quietly around the bed. Even Minho's mother had gone home a little before lunch time, to shower and eat.
Taemin refused to leave the room. Not even his own mother's mellow voice on the phone, crackling with static from being kilometers away, could convince him to take a break.
The magnae sighed when Munhee started fussing and whining once again on his lap. The kid was in a bad mood, irritable from being passed from lap to lap for hours. Taemin knew he was a little too big to sleep on his arms all the time now, and that his own bony frame wasn't exactly comfortable. Besides, Munhee liked to crawl around, and going back to just sleep and eat all day wasn't acceptable.
"Baby, please. Stop squirming." Taemin rearranged Munhee on his lap, but the toddler immediately tried to stand up.
"Munnie, come on. Work with mama, ok?" Munhee ignored him, so Taemin grabbed both of the tiny hands fisting his jacket and helped to steady him.
"Munnie please." Taemin sighed and tried to force him to sit back down. He only managed to make the kid let out a angry yell and land a painful little kick to his crotch. The magnae yelped and tried to curl up, but gave up halfway since Munhee still refused to sit down.
"Okay. Okay." Taemin breathed throught the pain as best as he could, looking around for something to distract his son with.
He got up and arranged his child on the plush chair, walking around the bed to rummage throught Munhee's bag. Soon Taemin was back, armed with a plastic truck and the forever favorite soft building blocks.
"Look Munnie! Your blocks! I'm sorry babe, your stupid umma didn't remember about them until now." He crouched near the chair, placing the toys around his son, who suddenly seemed interested in something else other then trying to wooble around.
Taemin couldn't help a smile when Munhee extended a arm, two pink building blocks held in his stocky fingers. A interrogation babble soon followed.
"Oh! For me?" Taemin giggled and took the blocks from him. He laughed out aloud when Munhee extended yet another pink block in his direction.
"Aigoo, Munnie. Why umma only get the pink ones?" Taemin sighed once again and slid closer, resting his jaw on his hand.
"Ma!?" Munhee fished the last of the pink blocks and dutifully gave it to his mother.
"Yes Munnie, thanks for the pink blocks. Umma loves it." Taemin kissed his son's forehead and let himself rest there, inhaling his cute baby scent. He was just about to close his eyes when yet another soft block was stuck under his nose.
"Pa?!" Taemin took the toy and added to his own growing pile on his lap.
"Appa is sleeping, baby."
"Paaaa!" Munhee grabbed another one, shaking it viciously on the air,
"No Munnie, appa is sleeping. He's sick." The magnae had to use both hands to take the block off Munhee's fist. He could see the increasing frustation in the frown that was edging in his kiddy face. The pout was just as telling.
Munhee was cleary distressed over the fact his gift was not reaching it's destination, franctically choosing yet another block worthy of his father and extending in the direction of the bed.
"Pa! Pa! Paaa!"
Taemin could feel his own frustration too, building up for way too long. Munhee had been increasingly difficult since they had gotten to the hospital.
"Munhee, no. That's enough." He tried for his best stern voice, but it sounded tired and powerless even to his own ears.
As Taemin tried to grab for the block, Munhee threw it with all his might in Minho's direction. It bounced off his shoulder and end up nestled between his jaw and neck.
"Munhee! I said no, stop it right now!" Taemin raised his voice, that frustration from before almost sinking it's claws into him. He felt helpless, incompetent.
When he got up to retreive the toy, bones protesting from being uncomfortable for too long, a block hit the back of his head.
"That's it!" The magnae whirled around, bending down and grabbing the arms of the chair with a grip that had his knuckles white. "You stop right now, little guy! Right now, do you hear me? We can't all play with you all the time!"
Something clicked in Taemin's head when he saw Munhee's pretty face slowly scrunching up. He could not believe himself and raised a hand to his own mouth as the first cry left his son's mouth.
Taemin sat back, watching wide-eyed as his baby tried to become smaller against the corner of the chair. The same chair that he had shaken, probably adding more to the fearsome effect he had when he had raised his voice.
"Oh my God. Oh my God, baby, I'm sorry!" Taemin choked, trying his best to not give in to the urge to just cry with Munhee.
Munhee refused his mother's arms, crying even louder.. but Taemin was too horrorified about his actions, needed to prove to himself that was a lapse and would never happen again.
"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry. Umma is so stupid, I'm sorry. Umma is not going to yell at you again baby, I'm sorry." Taemin got up with Munhee close to his chest, walking around the room, trying to sooth both his son and himself.
"Baby, it's okay, come on. Umma is not going to do it again. Calm down."
Munhee did not seem inclined to stop anytime soon, mouth wide open as he cried his outrage to the world.
The way he kept turning his face away everytime Taemin tried to clean his tears was making the magnae increasingly more upset. The kicks from Munhee's sibiling inside him seemed to be punishing him as well.
"Munnie..." Taemin had run out of options, didn't know any other trick besides what his mother used to do for him when he was younger. Closing his eyes, he began to sing a lullaby, hoping Munhee wouldn't be upset with his wavering voice. He tried to rock to the rhythm, but the kick he got from inside almost doubled him over.
Apparently, both babies were against their umma tonight.
-
Taemin was sure he painted a pitful picture to his mother-in-law when she sneaked into the room.
It had been almost ten minutes and Munhee refused to stop. He cried and cried, as if his throath was made for it. And he meant it too, as the magnae could read his son's crying easily.
Munhee was as livid as someone with 10 months of life could be.
Taemin had lost all energy, leaning against the windowsill and singing mechanically.
The bad part about Minho’s mother waking Taemin was that he he could immediately feel the wetness of the tears he had swallowed coming up all over again. He raised his head and tried to smile it away this time.
"H-hey. Is it already eight? W-wow, time sure flies by." He changed Munhee to his left hip and tried his best not to be awkard under the stare directed his way. He forced out a giggle when the older woman came closer and caressed both his and Munhee's head.
"What's wrong with my favorite boys?" The caress made him miss his mother, his childhood, the time he was still a pampered and taken care of. His lower lip trembled.
"Oh! Nothing! Nothing at all, don't worry." He smiled up at Minho's mother, but it deflated at the knowing look she was directing his way.
"Okay then. Let's take care of this little guy." The baby was swiftly taken off his arms by the older woman. She walked to the other side of the room, rocking him and cooing at his crying face. It didn't take Munhee even a minute to calm down. Maybe another two to fall asleep.
"There we go. Good baby, cute little Munnie, already sleeping for gradma, hm?" She had a tiny smile on her face as she looked back up at Taemin.
The magnae crossed his arms and watched the scruffy toes of his red converse. He squirmed a bit, his ‘good mother’ pride deflating even more.
"Thank you, ahjumma. He has been crying for the longest time."
"Yeah, the nurses told me." She placed Munhee's toys on the side table and sat down, the baby snoring on her shoulder.
Taemin squirmed at the answer, biting his lips again and again to keep the unexplainable tears inside. He tugged at his old jeans pockets, twisting the fabric, and had to look up, blinking so his eyes would stay mostly dry.
Without a word, Minho's mother got up, gently placing Munhee on the chair. As she got a few pillows to make a secure barricade, Taemin went to the corner of the room. He was messing with his bag but, being a seasoned mother, the woman could see the upset instance clearly.
She didn't say anything, just hugged the skinny boy closely and let him cry on her shoulder.
-
Ten minutes of hugging and a hot cocoa straight from the machine downstairs, Taemin felt better. He also felt a little like a 5 year old, but that was irrelevant. Having a dry face was the important thing.
Minho's mother was back at the chair, Munhee still passed out on her lap. Minho was clearly not unconscious anymore, just sleeping lightly, face down on the matress.
Taemin sat on the windowsill, back turned to the night outside, sipping on his hot drink. He smiled fondly at the gentle kick from his baby, his free hand massaging the spot.
“So, I guess he likes chocolate too?” The magnae laughed lowly at his mother-in-law's joke, patting his belly.
“I guess it runs in the family. They had to get something from me after all.”
It was blissfully silent for a few minutes after that, but Taemin felt he owed the woman an explanation. After all, she had quieted his son and bought him hot chocolate. All he did in return was to get snot all over her shirt.
So he braced himself, glared at his scruffy shoes once again and talked.
“I'm sorry about before, ahjumma. I don't know what came over me. I-I-”
“Stop it, I know. I have two kids as well, right?” She smiled, but Taemin could only find it in himself to sigh.
“He wouldn't stop, ahjumma. He was throwing stuff around and I yelled at him. I really did yell at him.”
“Taeminnie...” She tried to stop him, but he was on a roll. Every frustration stacking up since the fight one day before came tumbling down.
“I yelled at him and I shook the chair. He was so scared, he tried to hide from me. And then he would not stop crying! I did everything I could, I tried to rock with him, but then even his brother kicked me! I don't know how that happened! I mean, I don't go around shouting at my kid, he's been difficult before and it never happened. Oh my God, how could I have done that!? He was so scared, what if he hates me now!? I'm such a horrible mother.”
Taemin felt a little breathless as he finished, now burning gaping holes on his converse with his eyes. His head snapped up at the chuckle from the other side of the room. Was she laughing at him? Seriously? The magnae blushed, embarrased.
“Oh Taeminnie, Taeminnie. Come here, you silly boy.” She grabbed his hand when he was close enough and made him sit on the floor, so she could easily look into his eyes.
“How can I say this in a way that won’t hurt your feelings? It happens. To all of us. It's called motherhood and you haven't seen anything yet.”
Taemin looked like a little scared kid in her eyes, looking at her with an unblinking stare, avid to learn everything he could from a more experienced mother. She couldn't help to think he was nothing more than that. A hectic life of an idol and two kids at such young age. He would bend sometimes, this way or like Minho did.
“You're learning. I know you like to think you know everything, that you're a natural-”
Taemin tried to protest at this point, cheeks flaming red, but she gave him no chance.
“Like I was saying, you think you're a natural and you are. I think you and Minho have done beautifully until now. You're too young, you're going to make mistakes. Hell, I made a lot of mistakes too, even when it was my second time around.”
Taemin sighed and rested his tired head on Minho's mother knee.
“So stop felling guilty, ok? He won't grow into a psycopath and hate you because you yelled at him. Belive me, you will yell a lot more in the future, this is just the beggining.”
Taemin nodded, still not a hundred percent conviced. He’d almost forgot about the situation though, until a deep voice he missed like crazy spoke from behind him.
“We're gonna pinch a lot of ears too, right umma? Because my ears hurt just thinking about it.”
“Hyung!” Taemin didn't try to control the smile that cracked his face in half, jumping to his feet just to stretch himself over Minho's body. He hugged the other's broad shoulders and rubbed his head against his collarbone. “Hyung, I'm so happy you're awake.”
Minho laughed, feeling completely aware for the first time in weeks. He didn't mind the way Taemin had thrown himself over him or the way he could scarcely breath with the vice-like arms around him. It served him right for causing so much worry for everyone.
-
Minho was checked by the doctor and deemed fine. He could leave in the morning.
He also received a monstrous lecture from his mom about taking care of himself and even the infamous ear-pulling for good measure. After that, she left with Munhee, so that both the baby and Minho could rest.
Taemin curled up with him on the bed the best way he could, barely fitting even when squished together. Yet, they managed, basking in each other's presence.
They had barraged themselves from the world with the comforter over their heads, just them, together in their little world. Minho sighed, relaxed and happy as Taemin kissed his collarbone and wriggled closer. He, in turn, lifted Taemin's sweatshirt to his chest and moved him even closer. The weight of his protuding belly against him made him feel secure.
“Hm, Minho-hyung, I really wanted you to be awake earlier today. He kicked so much.” Taemin's voice was sleepy, but the hands under Minho's pajama shirt never stopped moving.
“Did he? I wish he would do it now since he never does it when I'm around. I'm starting to think he doesn't like his appa.” Minho caressed Taemin's stomach, mentally willing his son to move.
Taemin giggled in that cute way he always did when he was tired.
“DaeHyun sleeping now daddy, no use tickling me.”
“DaeHyun?” Minho looked down, trying to find Taemin's eyes in the darkness.
“Well, yeah, if that's okay with you. We know it's another boy, but we keep calling him 'baby'. And I like DaeHyun.”
“DaeHyun ... DaeHyun..” Minho rolled the name around on his tongue, trying to picture himself calling for Munhee and DaeHyun. He could see it perfectly.
“So?” Taemin looked up with hopeful eyes.
Minho smiled and kissed him on the lips as an answer.
-
They kissed for a long time. Nothing too frisky, just lips around lips with the barest hint of tongue. Even then, it was loving, meant to heal and relax instead of provoke and arouse.
Taemin's lips were deliciously sensitive when they finally decided to sleep. He bit his lower one just to feel it when they spooned and his face was out of Minho's sight.
But apparently, Minho had some freaky eye-power, because he caught the action easily enough. In a second, he had Taemin on his back and was kissing the daylights out of him.
The magnae cried out in surprise, but parted his lips a little more for the intrusive tongue. It was ridiculously wrong, but he wound an arm around Minho's neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.
Taemin was breathless when Minho let up, looking a little cross-eyed at the gorgeous man above him. He huffed, indignant, when all the other did was smirk and turn him back on his side, snuggling back to the previous position.
“Oh my God, Minho, you-- What was that for!?” Taemin was much more awake now, not to mention a little bothered.
He could feel the smile against the back of his neck, and the kiss on his temple.
“Just to let you know I'm really really sorry about last night. I have all kinds of intentions to make it up to you.” There was a little jest on his voice, but Taemin knew he was telling the true, so he played along.
“You better. Just because I forgive you, doesn't mean you're off the hook.”
“I know baby, I know. Everything for you”
Having no doubt every word was truth was what lulled Taemin to sleep.
-
Probably five more chapters to go =D
~Thanks to my lovely beta wishiwuzkagome~