DAY THIRTEEN ★ i'm so glad you're mine
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Prompt #: T-34 [prompt details][MPREG] After a rocky start, Yifan, Baekhyun and Yixing have finally made their relationship work. Everything seems to be going well, everyone's getting the love they need, and then a surprise pregnancy throws them off.
Title: I’m so glad you’re mine
Ship: Baekhyun/Lay/Yifan
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,449 words
Warnings: bottom!yifan, mpreg, double penetration, some mild rimming and stan the t-rex
Summary: It wasn’t in Yifan’s plans to get pregnant.
Notes: a world of thanks to a for being such a big (beta) help <3
Yifan has a big grin plastered on his face when he pushes the door to his apartment open. It’s Friday. Fridays are good days because there’s always a surprise waiting for him. Sometimes it’s oatmeal cookies, sometimes it’s a new cushion or a piece of furniture moved to integrate harmony to their space. Today he walks in to find Baekhyun sucking Yixing off in the middle of the living room. As surprises go, this is Yifan’s favorite kind.
It spirals to the three of them in bed, Yifan on his stomach as firm hands pin him to the mattress by the back of his thighs. Baekhyun is sitting in front of him, backed on the headboard, hooded eyes watching as Yixing’s massages Yifan’s ass, thumbs slightly poking his entrance.
Yifan notices Baekhyun pressing the heels of his hands down on his crotch, cock hardening under his briefs. The plug in his ass distresses him. Stretching his hands, Yifan drags Baekhyun’s briefs low, mouth watering as his boyfriend’s red, stiff cock springs free. He has such a beautiful cock, average sized and smooth. The veins are not too thick, not too bulging. It’s the kind of cock that lets Yifan’s tongue slide easily, warms his lips. Baekhyun knows the meaning of Yifan reaching for him like this, so he scoots forward and sits close enough to Yifan’s mouth.
Yixing is different. He likes to be in control, hold them down, run his hands all over their bodies and kiss every inch of skin he can reach. Yifan knows what his lips feel like everywhere. He kisses Yifan’s lower back, going down the curve of his ass before he returns all the way up to Yifan’s neck. Yixing leans on Yifan, his chest flush with Yifan’s back and his cock snugly between the crack of his ass. It stirs Yifan’s insides, his stomach clenching with the kind of burn that only heats when they’re like this -- the three of them.
Baekhyun’s panting evolves to tiny whimpers when Yifan resorts to long, slow licks all the way from the base to the top. He leans back on his hands, head dropping as a moan escapes his throat. Yixing probably realizes Baekhyun won’t last long; he turns the plug off and Baekhyun lets out all the air he was holding.
Yifan moves back to contemplate how glorious Baekhyun’s cock looks standing on its own, drips of precome rolling down the lenght. Yixing chooses that moment to capture Yifan’s earlobe in his mouth, pressing wet kisses on the side of his neck. He rolls his hips, cock sliding up and down between Yifan’s ass cheeks, and every time the glans bumps with his entrance, Yifan ruts against the mattress. He gets the sheets all twisted in his pursuit for friction, but it’s not like any of them would care.
Yixing likes to start with his thumb circling Yifan’s precome-coated rim, letting it slide in just a bit before resuming the whirls. Yifan begins to grow desperate, his licks on Baekhyun a bit sluggish and lazy as he gives half of his focus to tending his neglected cock, frotting and trying to angle his legs in order to move better, but that Yixing won’t have. He pulls Yifan’s legs back to their original position, stretched and close to each other. Yifan feels his hole closed so tight and unsatisfied that it nears pain. He whines, lifting his hips to stress how much he needs to get something in there. A finger, a dick, two dicks. Anything.
Two fingers are inserted in him at once. Yifan inhales, eyes fluttering closed as Yixing curls his fingers to hit his prostate.
Baekhyun threads a hand in his hair, forcing Yifan’s face up so their mouths can join in a kiss. They kiss all thought Yixing’s ministrations -- he scissors, inserts another finger, pulls out, pulls in, gets four fingers into Yifan before he decides he’s ready. By then, Yifan is already tearing up in anxiety.
Baekhyun parts the kiss, but the hand remains in his hair. “Look at you,” he whispers as Yifan tries to rise on his elbows. “You can’t wait for it.”
A sudden emptiness in his ass makes him clench and whine in protest. Yifan pushes his ass up a little more; enough to get Yixing’s hands on him.
“How do you want it?” Yixing asks, finally spreading Yifan’s legs apart and exposing his puffy, clenching hole.
“Both,” he answers. “I want both of you.”
They’ve done it enough times that by now there’s a kind of protocol to follow. First, Yifan needs to be well stretched, and that’s where Stan, the dildo, comes in. They purchased Stan when the need to double penetrate surfaced, and he’s been a loyal comrade since then. Stan knows how to start a party, getting Yifan nice and lax, ready for his boyfriends.
Baekhyun positions himself under Yifan, with the taller man straddling him. Yixing takes his time coating them all in lube before he lines Baekhyun’s cock with Yifan’s hole. He rubs the tip on Yifan’s rim a couple of times before carefully pushing it in. Baekhyun groans, holding Yifan by the hips as he thrusts, burying himself inside Yifan.
It’s maddening. After being worked open to take two cocks, one feels like too little. He gets impatient, arms reaching back for Yixing. A moment later, he feels the head of Yixing’s cock breach his entrance without any resistance, the friction of it sliding against Baekhyun’s cock making his other boyfriend moan woefully.
Yifan is stuffed full. They take a while to move, and never do it simultaneously, but it feels incredible. Yixing has a slightly faster pace, circling his arms around Yifan to support him. Baekhyun is slower, a little more tentative. Yixing turns the plug in his ass back on, making Baekhyun jerk and his cock press against Yifan’s prostate. He comes with a loud moan, hands squeezing Yifan’s hips.
Baekhyun’s cum has no room to seep out of Yifan, not with the way Yixing is fucking him hard and fast, like he doesn’t want to last much longer than Baekhyun. Yifan’s both hands squeeze his cock, thumbs caressing his tip and spreading precome all over.
When Yixing comes, he rests his open, wet mouth against Yifan’s nape, breathing out hot air in a way that drives Yifan crazy for release. They pull out, the drag making Yifan clench. He’s not done yet and they know it.
Yixing sits back on the bed and brings Yifan to sit between his legs to give Baekhyun room to work. The sound of the plug can’t be heard anymore, but when Baekhyun lies on his stomach to suck Yifan off, he can see the device still buried in him. Yifan likes to joke that one of the reasons why they had to have Baekhyun is his tongue work. Baekhyun gives head like no one else Yifan’s ever experienced, and it’s hard to hold back. When Yifan comes, sucking in his breath in an attempt to make his orgasm last longer, Baekhyun swallows the whole thing, licking his lips afterwards and crawling on top of them to press a light kiss on Yifan’s mouth before leaning around him to offer Yixing the same thing.
--
It wasn’t always like this. For a long time it was just Yifan and Yixing, and they genuinely thought it would remain that way. There was no reason to believe they’d break up in the future. They’d been together all through high school and planned on moving to the city after college graduation. Next step would’ve probably been marriage and a kid or two. Their plans were clear and straightforward, and that was ok because neither thought there was anything else in store for them. That’s when Baekhyun happened.
Maybe in their minds, it was supposed to be a one night stand. But Yifan and Yixing kept returning to the club where they met Baekhyun, hoping they would meet again. And when they finally found him, they made sure he didn’t leave.
Explaining everything to their families was kinda tricky. Yifan feared they would oppose the idea of someone else, and Baekhyun would feel so estranged he’d second guess his decision. It took him so long to feel comfortable in their house, to feel like he belonged there. Everything went well, and even if it took Yixing’s grandparents a while longer to understand their dynamics, no one was immune to Baekhyun’s charm.
Yifan often thinks about how clueless he was when he felt complete back then, just Yixing and him. Turns out there was some sort of gap that they didn’t know about -- a vacancy, completely Baekhyun-shaped, and it was only when the younger waltzed in that he learned what it really meant to feel complete.
They’ve talked about family. About moving to a nice house (not too big, not too small) and maybe adopting. Pregnancy is always an option, but deciding who’s surrogating and who’s siring is the rocky part. One of them would need to stay out of the process and that is out of the question. No man should be left behind, thus, adoption being the best alternative.
That’s why the doctor’s words hit him hard.
“Yes, you’re pregnant,” she announces, Yifan’s blood test results in her hands. Dr. Song is young, probably as young as Yifan himself. She seems comfortable in her compassionate stand, studying Yifan the same way she does many others.
It’s not like he wasn’t expecting those words, he went there to take a blood test for a reason. They just… Worry him. The three of them talked about many scenarios involving children: adoption, fostering, finding a baby in the streets. For each of them there’s a protocol - Yixing actually wrote guidelines for each case. How did they not consider accidental pregnancy?
“Are you alright, Mr. Wu? Am I the messenger of bad news?” Dr. Song chuckles, her thin, straight hair moving with the shaking of her shoulders.
Yifan rubs his face with both hands, “I’m not sure, doctor. Is this test one hundred percent safe? Am I really… There’s really…”
The woman inhales, straightening in her chair. “The test you took is called hcg quantitative blood test. It measures the level of hcg hormone in your blood, which happens to be the hormone produced during pregnancy. This test shows hcg levels as early as 5 days after the sexual relation. So yes, Mr. Wu, considering you’re a month in, it’s accurate.”
Do not freak out, he reasons. This isn’t the end of the world, you can deal with this. Do not freak out.
Dr. Song sighs, the gesture maybe a little fonder than intended, and hands over a box of tissues.
--
Even before meeting Yixing, Yifan never thought about having a baby. It looked bothersome. When he was 10, his neighbor’s son got pregnant at 16 and his parents were always carrying him to the hospital in the middle of the night or very early in the morning. Sometimes Yifan’s mom would mention how risky the boy’s pregnancy was and how worried his parents were. He gave birth at a premature state. Since then, the idea of growing another human being inside of him appeared very dangerous and something to avoid at all costs. Then he met Yixing and suddenly it didn’t seem such a bad idea. But then there was Baekhyun.
In the end it doesn’t even matter. Yifan has ended up pregnant with a child that could be Yixing’s, as well as Baekhyun’s. If the two of them could sire the baby, then that’s ok. But only one? It sounds so wrong… Now he’s supposed to break the news. What if they go nuts? What if they walk out the door and Yifan is left by himself to raise the kid? The thought runs a shiver down his spine, even if it’s an absurd one.
“Now that’s an interesting turn of events,” Yifan’s little sister says when he calls her, desperate for some advice, words of wisdom, mockery. Anything to keep him out of his own mind.
“You think?” he bangs his head on the kitchen counter as Amber’s laughter comes out of his earphones. “This is not funny.”
“You’re right. This is nice. It’s a nice surprise!” she exclaims. Yifan can almost picture her going around her bedroom, doing four things at once. “You’re not sick or anything, you’re… Pregnant.”
He groans.
“Fine, it’s kinda weird because you’ve been saying you’d never get pregnant since you were a fetus yourself.” She remembers. “But this is not bad at all. Think about it. You’ll have a kid with… One of your boyfriends and t--”
“That!” he yells, face instantly lifting from the counter. “That’s what bothers me! Only one of them sired this child and I have no idea who’s responsible!”
Amber hums, “So basically you’re worried about what name is going on the birth certificate?”
“Not that.” After sighing, Yifan sits straight. “I’m worried about family concepts. I thought we’d aced that a long time ago, but there’s someone else coming now. A child. This child will know I birthed them, but they won’t know who sired them.”
“Yifan. You have two counterparts.” By the way she sounds, Amber has probably sat down and is now granting Yifan her full attention. “I don’t think it’s fair to Yixing or Baekhyun that you’re trying to reach conclusions and make decisions without their knowledge of the situation.”
Yifan’s mouth drops open, the protest ready to roll out of his tongue, “I’m not--!!!” but his sister will have none of it.
“Talk to them. This concerns both of them as much as it concerns you. It doesn’t matter who sired the kid, they won’t care. This will be a new member of your family.They’ll love whatever comes out of you unconditionally and will hopefully be loved back.”
“Can we talk about how you just called a baby someth--”
She hangs up on him. Of course she does, it’s Amber. When she’s done, she’s done. Calling her was the best decision. She has this way of getting through him with stuff he already knew but refused to acknowledge. Yes, he should talk to Yixing and Baekhyun. He doesn’t even know what they think of this whole pregnancy thing. Is it too soon to give their family a boost? Can they wait a while longer? Should they go with adoption? Is Yifan really the best surrogate between the three of them? So many questions.
He left work early to go take the test, so when they get home around 6 Yifan is already there. Yixing first, and then Baekhyun about 10 minutes later. Yifan tries not to seem so suspicious, answering their questions and attempting smiles when needed. It’s after Baekhyun finishes a sandwich that he asks them to sit down. His hands are sweaty and his head pounds -- he’s starting to feel a little feverish -- but his boyfriends are watching him curiously and he can’t back down now.
So Yifan inhales. And says, “I’m pregnant.”
It’s like the words don't really reach the other two. They stare at Yifan as if he said absolutely nothing. Heart pounding in his mouth, Yifan tries to say something, but nothing comes out. His throat has closed.
The first reaction comes from Yixing. He turns around to look at Baekhyun very briefly before focusing on Yifan, eyebrows knitting. His face screams a big, loud, very silent “WHAT?”. He’s not one to distress easily.Yifan has known him for a long time, and not once in all those years he’s seen that expression on Yixing’s face.
“Fuck.” Baekhyun finally breaks the silence, mouth ajar.
“Wait, are you sure?” As put-together as he always is, Yixing leans forward, forearms on his thighs. He’s studying Yifan carefully, like there’s a chance he might find something (a reason, the truth, that this is all a prank) if he looks well enough.
Yifan sighs, both hands making their way down his face. “Yeah, I’m sure. I went to the hospital, they took a blood sample. I’m pregnant.”
“Shit.” Baekhyun falls back on the couch, arms limp by his sides. “I thought we were covered. Hell, I thought I was the surrogate.”
“What?” Yixing questions and Baekhyun repeats himself,“I thought I was the one getting pregnant.”
“And why is that?”
“I don’t know, man, how do silent agreements go? I thought we had one,” Baekhyun explains, snorting a laugh and arching one eyebrow. ”We have a lot of those.”
That’s true. They’ve been silently agreeing to things since the very beginning. No foursomes, no dirty dishes in the sink, no fast food on weekends.
“Things don’t happen exactly the way we want, do they?” Yifan says. “Look, we have an important decision to make. It’s not my own, it’s ours.” He remembers Amber’s words. “Your lives are going to change as much as mine. All of our lives are going to change.” His words are met with silence. Yifan swallows, blinking a few times before he stands up. “I made my decision, but I don’t want it to influence yours. Have some time to think, we’ll discuss it later.”
Heart back in his mouth, he walks out of their presence hoping that they realize how terrified he is.
--
It’s two days after the announcement of his pregnancy that Yifan gets out of the shower to Yixing and Baekhyun hunched over a chart of colors.
“This is too light…”
“Is it? I think it’s bright enough…”
“... Navy? Have you seen it?”
“Take that lime.”
“Lime? Dude, not cool.”
He clears his throat, arching his eyebrows when the duo turns around to face him.
Baekhyun waves him over. “Yifan, come here.”
Yifan approaches them warily, arms behind his back. Yixing gives his chin a few taps while inspecting a color sample. It’s a lime green color, not too bright, not too soft.
“What color do you prefer?” Yixing asks, lifting the lime green color sample and a pastel pink one to Yifan’s eye level.
“What is that for?” he inquires, taking one of the samples scattered all over the table. These are not just any color samples, he realizes. They’re paint samples. Are they having renovations? Did the two of them decide it without asking for Yifan’s opinion? More important, do they have money to run renovations?
Yixing and Baekhyun share a look, the latter trying to hold back a smile. Yixing inhales, and meets Yifan’s eyes. “For the nursery, of course. We’re thinking something light, pastel. Because that’s just how nurseries are, I mean.”
Baekhyun is grinning when he says, “We’re just choosing the colors now because my dad said he’ll give us the crib. As a gift for his first grandchild’s birth. So if we have an idea of what colors we’ll want in the nursery…”
“He can get the crib in the same color. Get it?” Yixing completes.
Nursery. Crib. Yifan’s brain gives a gentle loop before he grasps what’s going on. He reaches for the two samples Yixing is still holding up for him, lowering his eyes to lime green and pastel pink. His stomach flutters pleasantly and he lets out a soft chuckle.
“You made up your mind.” He says, thumb brushing the pastel pink color sample. He looks up to find both Yixing and Baekhyun smiling so warm and fondly that his insides could melt just from the sight. “How did you know that I wanted to keep the baby?” The truth is that Yifan never once thought about not keeping the baby. It was the two of them he was worried about. Apparently, there’s no need for worrying anymore.
Yixing snorts and rolls his eyes, “Please, you’ve been purchasing pregnancy e-books under my account.”
“That’s pretty incriminating.” Baekhyun points out, leaving Yixing’s side to worm his way into Yifan’s arms.
Yixing joins them, his hand coming to rest on Yifan’s neck. “We’ll figure this out. It’s going to be a great thing.”
It’s like their words act as an antidote to every single concern Yifan’s been having the past week. Who’s the sire, how will they explain their situation to a child, Yifan’s anxiety with being pregnant. Suddenly everything seems small -- they’re bigger than all these things.
Yifan wraps his arms around Baekhyun and presses a kiss on Yixing’s lips. “Thank you,” he says.
Yixing shrugs, “It’s our life, isn’t it? So let’s plan the next 30 years.”
And plan they did. But before, they cuddled on the couch because Yifan was sleepy and his boyfriends are just the right kind of warm.
Prompt #: T-34 [prompt details][MPREG] After a rocky start, Yifan, Baekhyun and Yixing have finally made their relationship work. Everything seems to be going well, everyone's getting the love they need, and then a surprise pregnancy throws them off.
Title: I’m so glad you’re mine
Ship: Baekhyun/Lay/Yifan
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,449 words
Warnings: bottom!yifan, mpreg, double penetration, some mild rimming and stan the t-rex
Summary: It wasn’t in Yifan’s plans to get pregnant.
Notes: a world of thanks to a for being such a big (beta) help <3
Yifan has a big grin plastered on his face when he pushes the door to his apartment open. It’s Friday. Fridays are good days because there’s always a surprise waiting for him. Sometimes it’s oatmeal cookies, sometimes it’s a new cushion or a piece of furniture moved to integrate harmony to their space. Today he walks in to find Baekhyun sucking Yixing off in the middle of the living room. As surprises go, this is Yifan’s favorite kind.
It spirals to the three of them in bed, Yifan on his stomach as firm hands pin him to the mattress by the back of his thighs. Baekhyun is sitting in front of him, backed on the headboard, hooded eyes watching as Yixing’s massages Yifan’s ass, thumbs slightly poking his entrance.
Yifan notices Baekhyun pressing the heels of his hands down on his crotch, cock hardening under his briefs. The plug in his ass distresses him. Stretching his hands, Yifan drags Baekhyun’s briefs low, mouth watering as his boyfriend’s red, stiff cock springs free. He has such a beautiful cock, average sized and smooth. The veins are not too thick, not too bulging. It’s the kind of cock that lets Yifan’s tongue slide easily, warms his lips. Baekhyun knows the meaning of Yifan reaching for him like this, so he scoots forward and sits close enough to Yifan’s mouth.
Yixing is different. He likes to be in control, hold them down, run his hands all over their bodies and kiss every inch of skin he can reach. Yifan knows what his lips feel like everywhere. He kisses Yifan’s lower back, going down the curve of his ass before he returns all the way up to Yifan’s neck. Yixing leans on Yifan, his chest flush with Yifan’s back and his cock snugly between the crack of his ass. It stirs Yifan’s insides, his stomach clenching with the kind of burn that only heats when they’re like this -- the three of them.
Baekhyun’s panting evolves to tiny whimpers when Yifan resorts to long, slow licks all the way from the base to the top. He leans back on his hands, head dropping as a moan escapes his throat. Yixing probably realizes Baekhyun won’t last long; he turns the plug off and Baekhyun lets out all the air he was holding.
Yifan moves back to contemplate how glorious Baekhyun’s cock looks standing on its own, drips of precome rolling down the lenght. Yixing chooses that moment to capture Yifan’s earlobe in his mouth, pressing wet kisses on the side of his neck. He rolls his hips, cock sliding up and down between Yifan’s ass cheeks, and every time the glans bumps with his entrance, Yifan ruts against the mattress. He gets the sheets all twisted in his pursuit for friction, but it’s not like any of them would care.
Yixing likes to start with his thumb circling Yifan’s precome-coated rim, letting it slide in just a bit before resuming the whirls. Yifan begins to grow desperate, his licks on Baekhyun a bit sluggish and lazy as he gives half of his focus to tending his neglected cock, frotting and trying to angle his legs in order to move better, but that Yixing won’t have. He pulls Yifan’s legs back to their original position, stretched and close to each other. Yifan feels his hole closed so tight and unsatisfied that it nears pain. He whines, lifting his hips to stress how much he needs to get something in there. A finger, a dick, two dicks. Anything.
Two fingers are inserted in him at once. Yifan inhales, eyes fluttering closed as Yixing curls his fingers to hit his prostate.
Baekhyun threads a hand in his hair, forcing Yifan’s face up so their mouths can join in a kiss. They kiss all thought Yixing’s ministrations -- he scissors, inserts another finger, pulls out, pulls in, gets four fingers into Yifan before he decides he’s ready. By then, Yifan is already tearing up in anxiety.
Baekhyun parts the kiss, but the hand remains in his hair. “Look at you,” he whispers as Yifan tries to rise on his elbows. “You can’t wait for it.”
A sudden emptiness in his ass makes him clench and whine in protest. Yifan pushes his ass up a little more; enough to get Yixing’s hands on him.
“How do you want it?” Yixing asks, finally spreading Yifan’s legs apart and exposing his puffy, clenching hole.
“Both,” he answers. “I want both of you.”
They’ve done it enough times that by now there’s a kind of protocol to follow. First, Yifan needs to be well stretched, and that’s where Stan, the dildo, comes in. They purchased Stan when the need to double penetrate surfaced, and he’s been a loyal comrade since then. Stan knows how to start a party, getting Yifan nice and lax, ready for his boyfriends.
Baekhyun positions himself under Yifan, with the taller man straddling him. Yixing takes his time coating them all in lube before he lines Baekhyun’s cock with Yifan’s hole. He rubs the tip on Yifan’s rim a couple of times before carefully pushing it in. Baekhyun groans, holding Yifan by the hips as he thrusts, burying himself inside Yifan.
It’s maddening. After being worked open to take two cocks, one feels like too little. He gets impatient, arms reaching back for Yixing. A moment later, he feels the head of Yixing’s cock breach his entrance without any resistance, the friction of it sliding against Baekhyun’s cock making his other boyfriend moan woefully.
Yifan is stuffed full. They take a while to move, and never do it simultaneously, but it feels incredible. Yixing has a slightly faster pace, circling his arms around Yifan to support him. Baekhyun is slower, a little more tentative. Yixing turns the plug in his ass back on, making Baekhyun jerk and his cock press against Yifan’s prostate. He comes with a loud moan, hands squeezing Yifan’s hips.
Baekhyun’s cum has no room to seep out of Yifan, not with the way Yixing is fucking him hard and fast, like he doesn’t want to last much longer than Baekhyun. Yifan’s both hands squeeze his cock, thumbs caressing his tip and spreading precome all over.
When Yixing comes, he rests his open, wet mouth against Yifan’s nape, breathing out hot air in a way that drives Yifan crazy for release. They pull out, the drag making Yifan clench. He’s not done yet and they know it.
Yixing sits back on the bed and brings Yifan to sit between his legs to give Baekhyun room to work. The sound of the plug can’t be heard anymore, but when Baekhyun lies on his stomach to suck Yifan off, he can see the device still buried in him. Yifan likes to joke that one of the reasons why they had to have Baekhyun is his tongue work. Baekhyun gives head like no one else Yifan’s ever experienced, and it’s hard to hold back. When Yifan comes, sucking in his breath in an attempt to make his orgasm last longer, Baekhyun swallows the whole thing, licking his lips afterwards and crawling on top of them to press a light kiss on Yifan’s mouth before leaning around him to offer Yixing the same thing.
--
It wasn’t always like this. For a long time it was just Yifan and Yixing, and they genuinely thought it would remain that way. There was no reason to believe they’d break up in the future. They’d been together all through high school and planned on moving to the city after college graduation. Next step would’ve probably been marriage and a kid or two. Their plans were clear and straightforward, and that was ok because neither thought there was anything else in store for them. That’s when Baekhyun happened.
Maybe in their minds, it was supposed to be a one night stand. But Yifan and Yixing kept returning to the club where they met Baekhyun, hoping they would meet again. And when they finally found him, they made sure he didn’t leave.
Explaining everything to their families was kinda tricky. Yifan feared they would oppose the idea of someone else, and Baekhyun would feel so estranged he’d second guess his decision. It took him so long to feel comfortable in their house, to feel like he belonged there. Everything went well, and even if it took Yixing’s grandparents a while longer to understand their dynamics, no one was immune to Baekhyun’s charm.
Yifan often thinks about how clueless he was when he felt complete back then, just Yixing and him. Turns out there was some sort of gap that they didn’t know about -- a vacancy, completely Baekhyun-shaped, and it was only when the younger waltzed in that he learned what it really meant to feel complete.
They’ve talked about family. About moving to a nice house (not too big, not too small) and maybe adopting. Pregnancy is always an option, but deciding who’s surrogating and who’s siring is the rocky part. One of them would need to stay out of the process and that is out of the question. No man should be left behind, thus, adoption being the best alternative.
That’s why the doctor’s words hit him hard.
“Yes, you’re pregnant,” she announces, Yifan’s blood test results in her hands. Dr. Song is young, probably as young as Yifan himself. She seems comfortable in her compassionate stand, studying Yifan the same way she does many others.
It’s not like he wasn’t expecting those words, he went there to take a blood test for a reason. They just… Worry him. The three of them talked about many scenarios involving children: adoption, fostering, finding a baby in the streets. For each of them there’s a protocol - Yixing actually wrote guidelines for each case. How did they not consider accidental pregnancy?
“Are you alright, Mr. Wu? Am I the messenger of bad news?” Dr. Song chuckles, her thin, straight hair moving with the shaking of her shoulders.
Yifan rubs his face with both hands, “I’m not sure, doctor. Is this test one hundred percent safe? Am I really… There’s really…”
The woman inhales, straightening in her chair. “The test you took is called hcg quantitative blood test. It measures the level of hcg hormone in your blood, which happens to be the hormone produced during pregnancy. This test shows hcg levels as early as 5 days after the sexual relation. So yes, Mr. Wu, considering you’re a month in, it’s accurate.”
Do not freak out, he reasons. This isn’t the end of the world, you can deal with this. Do not freak out.
Dr. Song sighs, the gesture maybe a little fonder than intended, and hands over a box of tissues.
--
Even before meeting Yixing, Yifan never thought about having a baby. It looked bothersome. When he was 10, his neighbor’s son got pregnant at 16 and his parents were always carrying him to the hospital in the middle of the night or very early in the morning. Sometimes Yifan’s mom would mention how risky the boy’s pregnancy was and how worried his parents were. He gave birth at a premature state. Since then, the idea of growing another human being inside of him appeared very dangerous and something to avoid at all costs. Then he met Yixing and suddenly it didn’t seem such a bad idea. But then there was Baekhyun.
In the end it doesn’t even matter. Yifan has ended up pregnant with a child that could be Yixing’s, as well as Baekhyun’s. If the two of them could sire the baby, then that’s ok. But only one? It sounds so wrong… Now he’s supposed to break the news. What if they go nuts? What if they walk out the door and Yifan is left by himself to raise the kid? The thought runs a shiver down his spine, even if it’s an absurd one.
“Now that’s an interesting turn of events,” Yifan’s little sister says when he calls her, desperate for some advice, words of wisdom, mockery. Anything to keep him out of his own mind.
“You think?” he bangs his head on the kitchen counter as Amber’s laughter comes out of his earphones. “This is not funny.”
“You’re right. This is nice. It’s a nice surprise!” she exclaims. Yifan can almost picture her going around her bedroom, doing four things at once. “You’re not sick or anything, you’re… Pregnant.”
He groans.
“Fine, it’s kinda weird because you’ve been saying you’d never get pregnant since you were a fetus yourself.” She remembers. “But this is not bad at all. Think about it. You’ll have a kid with… One of your boyfriends and t--”
“That!” he yells, face instantly lifting from the counter. “That’s what bothers me! Only one of them sired this child and I have no idea who’s responsible!”
Amber hums, “So basically you’re worried about what name is going on the birth certificate?”
“Not that.” After sighing, Yifan sits straight. “I’m worried about family concepts. I thought we’d aced that a long time ago, but there’s someone else coming now. A child. This child will know I birthed them, but they won’t know who sired them.”
“Yifan. You have two counterparts.” By the way she sounds, Amber has probably sat down and is now granting Yifan her full attention. “I don’t think it’s fair to Yixing or Baekhyun that you’re trying to reach conclusions and make decisions without their knowledge of the situation.”
Yifan’s mouth drops open, the protest ready to roll out of his tongue, “I’m not--!!!” but his sister will have none of it.
“Talk to them. This concerns both of them as much as it concerns you. It doesn’t matter who sired the kid, they won’t care. This will be a new member of your family.They’ll love whatever comes out of you unconditionally and will hopefully be loved back.”
“Can we talk about how you just called a baby someth--”
She hangs up on him. Of course she does, it’s Amber. When she’s done, she’s done. Calling her was the best decision. She has this way of getting through him with stuff he already knew but refused to acknowledge. Yes, he should talk to Yixing and Baekhyun. He doesn’t even know what they think of this whole pregnancy thing. Is it too soon to give their family a boost? Can they wait a while longer? Should they go with adoption? Is Yifan really the best surrogate between the three of them? So many questions.
He left work early to go take the test, so when they get home around 6 Yifan is already there. Yixing first, and then Baekhyun about 10 minutes later. Yifan tries not to seem so suspicious, answering their questions and attempting smiles when needed. It’s after Baekhyun finishes a sandwich that he asks them to sit down. His hands are sweaty and his head pounds -- he’s starting to feel a little feverish -- but his boyfriends are watching him curiously and he can’t back down now.
So Yifan inhales. And says, “I’m pregnant.”
It’s like the words don't really reach the other two. They stare at Yifan as if he said absolutely nothing. Heart pounding in his mouth, Yifan tries to say something, but nothing comes out. His throat has closed.
The first reaction comes from Yixing. He turns around to look at Baekhyun very briefly before focusing on Yifan, eyebrows knitting. His face screams a big, loud, very silent “WHAT?”. He’s not one to distress easily.Yifan has known him for a long time, and not once in all those years he’s seen that expression on Yixing’s face.
“Fuck.” Baekhyun finally breaks the silence, mouth ajar.
“Wait, are you sure?” As put-together as he always is, Yixing leans forward, forearms on his thighs. He’s studying Yifan carefully, like there’s a chance he might find something (a reason, the truth, that this is all a prank) if he looks well enough.
Yifan sighs, both hands making their way down his face. “Yeah, I’m sure. I went to the hospital, they took a blood sample. I’m pregnant.”
“Shit.” Baekhyun falls back on the couch, arms limp by his sides. “I thought we were covered. Hell, I thought I was the surrogate.”
“What?” Yixing questions and Baekhyun repeats himself,“I thought I was the one getting pregnant.”
“And why is that?”
“I don’t know, man, how do silent agreements go? I thought we had one,” Baekhyun explains, snorting a laugh and arching one eyebrow. ”We have a lot of those.”
That’s true. They’ve been silently agreeing to things since the very beginning. No foursomes, no dirty dishes in the sink, no fast food on weekends.
“Things don’t happen exactly the way we want, do they?” Yifan says. “Look, we have an important decision to make. It’s not my own, it’s ours.” He remembers Amber’s words. “Your lives are going to change as much as mine. All of our lives are going to change.” His words are met with silence. Yifan swallows, blinking a few times before he stands up. “I made my decision, but I don’t want it to influence yours. Have some time to think, we’ll discuss it later.”
Heart back in his mouth, he walks out of their presence hoping that they realize how terrified he is.
--
It’s two days after the announcement of his pregnancy that Yifan gets out of the shower to Yixing and Baekhyun hunched over a chart of colors.
“This is too light…”
“Is it? I think it’s bright enough…”
“... Navy? Have you seen it?”
“Take that lime.”
“Lime? Dude, not cool.”
He clears his throat, arching his eyebrows when the duo turns around to face him.
Baekhyun waves him over. “Yifan, come here.”
Yifan approaches them warily, arms behind his back. Yixing gives his chin a few taps while inspecting a color sample. It’s a lime green color, not too bright, not too soft.
“What color do you prefer?” Yixing asks, lifting the lime green color sample and a pastel pink one to Yifan’s eye level.
“What is that for?” he inquires, taking one of the samples scattered all over the table. These are not just any color samples, he realizes. They’re paint samples. Are they having renovations? Did the two of them decide it without asking for Yifan’s opinion? More important, do they have money to run renovations?
Yixing and Baekhyun share a look, the latter trying to hold back a smile. Yixing inhales, and meets Yifan’s eyes. “For the nursery, of course. We’re thinking something light, pastel. Because that’s just how nurseries are, I mean.”
Baekhyun is grinning when he says, “We’re just choosing the colors now because my dad said he’ll give us the crib. As a gift for his first grandchild’s birth. So if we have an idea of what colors we’ll want in the nursery…”
“He can get the crib in the same color. Get it?” Yixing completes.
Nursery. Crib. Yifan’s brain gives a gentle loop before he grasps what’s going on. He reaches for the two samples Yixing is still holding up for him, lowering his eyes to lime green and pastel pink. His stomach flutters pleasantly and he lets out a soft chuckle.
“You made up your mind.” He says, thumb brushing the pastel pink color sample. He looks up to find both Yixing and Baekhyun smiling so warm and fondly that his insides could melt just from the sight. “How did you know that I wanted to keep the baby?” The truth is that Yifan never once thought about not keeping the baby. It was the two of them he was worried about. Apparently, there’s no need for worrying anymore.
Yixing snorts and rolls his eyes, “Please, you’ve been purchasing pregnancy e-books under my account.”
“That’s pretty incriminating.” Baekhyun points out, leaving Yixing’s side to worm his way into Yifan’s arms.
Yixing joins them, his hand coming to rest on Yifan’s neck. “We’ll figure this out. It’s going to be a great thing.”
It’s like their words act as an antidote to every single concern Yifan’s been having the past week. Who’s the sire, how will they explain their situation to a child, Yifan’s anxiety with being pregnant. Suddenly everything seems small -- they’re bigger than all these things.
Yifan wraps his arms around Baekhyun and presses a kiss on Yixing’s lips. “Thank you,” he says.
Yixing shrugs, “It’s our life, isn’t it? So let’s plan the next 30 years.”
And plan they did. But before, they cuddled on the couch because Yifan was sleepy and his boyfriends are just the right kind of warm.