Chapter thirty-one
"Growing Pains"

[Luna and baby: 21 weeks long]

Warning! ⚠️
This chapter contains serious topics and may be triggering to some.

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Luna POV

I exhaled in aggravation, my knees shaking, and squeezed Taehyung's hand.

"Luna," he sighed, leaning in to me, "are you all right?"

"Mmhmm," I cleared my throat, and pulled his hand into my lap, so I could squeeze it with both hands. Harder.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I answered sharply.

Taehyung remained calm, "Because... you're awfully... bouncy."

"I know," I sneered.

He took a deep breath and wrapped his arm around the back of my chair, giving a nod to a co-worker, before pressing his mouth to my ear, "There is nothing to be nervous about."

"Yes there is."

"What? Tell me."

"We're about to find out this major piece of information here. It's... nerve-wracking. In fact, Taehyung, you should be more nervous."

"I'm not nervous at all," he replied with a grin. "I'm anxious. I want to know, but I'm not... freaking out and spazzing about it, like you've been since last night."

I turned and glared at him.

"Okay," he attempted to correct himself. "Not freaking out and spazzing, but... oh hell, whatever. You're freaking out. I'm trying to soothe you and it's not working. What do you want me to do for you?"

"I can't be soothed."

"Evidently not."

Exhaling, I turned away from him, "Just stop trying then. Stop."

He chuckled sarcastically under his breath, pulled his hand from my grasp, leaned forward, and pressed his elbows to his knees, cradling his head.

I'd upset him, once again. It wasn't his fault today. It was mine. He's been working long hours, and was exhausted. I felt bad. Again. "I need your hand back."

"I'll give it to you when you relax a bit. Today's supposed to be exciting."

"It is. I just want to know," I whispered. "Now."

He was getting irritated fast, "And we will, as soon as Dr. Sherber is done with her patient."

"Why can't you just do it? You know how. Can't we just go in there and get it done? There's a room in there. It's open. Drag the machine in th-"

"Luna."

"Taehyung."

"Luna. Stop."

I slouched back in my chair. I was being a total pain and I knew it. But so much has happened since we'd arrived back to Seattle from our Honeymoon five weeks ago.

For starters, work has been kicking my ass. Readjusting to my crazy schedule, my new accounts, my boss, everything. Ryan nailed an account I wanted, and I secretly resented him for it, though he was my partner.

Second of all, I hardly ever see Taehyung, as this stupid hospital has pretty much created a black hole to suck him in to. I don't know how he managed to get the day off to be available for my appointment. If I didn't like Aubrey so much as my doctor, I'd hate her for being Taehyung's boss.

Third, we're bouncing back and forth from Taehyung's place to mine. It's annoying. Trying to figure things out with this stupid mortgage loan that the bank is currently rejecting us for, thanks to my school loans, my house, my car payment, and Taehyung already has two vehicles, a bike, and a freakin' condo in his name, and they're hesitant to give him another loan with so many existing debts. (Even though he's never missed a payment, and normally makes double payments.) On top of that, trying to get the estimates done so we can sell my house... It was a lot.

Fourth, we've hardly been able to catch up with any of our friends, and it's pissing everyone off. It seems they think we're "too good for our friends now". They don't say that, but I know that's what they're thinking. I don't blame them at all. I've seen my sister exactly twice in five weeks, and I don't think Taehyung has seen Jennie or Jungkook yet at all. And the three of them are supposed to be inseparable.

Fifth, all this damn weight gain is coming out of freaking no where. One minute, I was in a two-piece bikini on the beach, with very little show. Now, I'm wearing a pair of slacks that were once loose, and now are so tight that I almost popped the button off trying to get into them this morning. I'm hungry, all the time. I have energy spurts, and tired spurts, and neither can be predicted before it happens.

My navel looks funny. My breasts are getting bigger, and all I get is stares from every member of the male gender on the planet. And now I have pain in my abdomen and lower back, constant mood swings (like today), headaches, and the occasional dizziness. Oh. Not to mention constipation this week.

So yay for me.

Sometimes, I get so upset that Taehyung can go and do as he pleases, when it was just as much his doing as it was mine that we're here, and I want to rip his balls off. So much physical adjusting for a woman. So little for a man. It irritated the royal piss out of me.

Of course, this may be an overstatement. Taehyung has been great with me, and sometimes I take it to advantage.

Sometimes, he's exhausted, and just doesn't want to hear me complaining when he gets home from work.

Sometimes, I take things out on him that I shouldn't. I apologize quickly and he is forgiving, but... it's hard.

And even if he's a doctor in this field, I don't think he really understands, now that it's him in the 'daddy' chair.

I do have good days - a lot of them. This just wasn't one of them, and he knew it, and he was sort of picking on me, and I didn't like it. I just wanted him to be supportive of my feelings today.

I don't want to be cranky, or crampy, or constipated. I don't want to have mood swings, signs of possessiveness, and half a basketball-looking-thing coming from my abdomen. I want to be cheery and happy-go-lucky, and beautiful to him still.

But all these changes are happening in my body, with my job, with our living circumstances, and, at times, it's a lot of stress on me. I think I deserve some days to be allowed to scream. Is that really too much to ask for? It didn't help that it's been harder for me to sleep lately. No more laying on the belly. That alone sucks big time.

"Did you hear me, or are you going to ignore me completely today?"

"What?" I said, snapping myself away from my thoughts.

"Never mind."

"Taehyung, I didn't hear you, I was thinking about stuff we needed to get done. I'm sorry."

He exhaled, cleared his throat, and leaned back in his chair, before stretching out his legs. "I said, it's going to be all right."

Whatever you say, Taehyung. "I know."

"You don't act like it."

"I'm sure I know on the inside."

"You-"

"Hey Taehyung!"

As if my day couldn't get any worse. I forced a smile, pressed my hand to Taehyung's back to make a point, and looked up, to find a young, big breasted, pretty blonde standing before us, complete with fluffy white jacket and a backpack. How sweet.

"Hello, Aimee. Did you just arrive?" he said.

"Yeah. I work a double today. It's chilly outside for the start of summer."

He smirked, "I know. Good thing you brought a jacket."

Eye roll.

"Yeah, a friend got this for me. I like it. Hey... Aren't you two doing the ultrasound today, finding out the gender?"

"That's the plan," he grinned. "I'm very excited."

I couldn't help but shoot daggers at Taehyung's head. He told her about today? It wasn't any of her business.

"Well, good luck on the wish for the boy. I'll be rooting for you," she smiled, too cutely, at my husband. "I'll go and see where Aubrey is, and come back and let you know."

"Thanks, Aims. No rush."

She walked away, with her skinny little young body and perfect teeth, and I felt myself seething. Not only did she know about today, but she knew he wanted a boy. I didn't want her to know anything about our wants. He was my husband and this was my life, not hers.

Taehyung slipped his hand between my crossed legs and massaged my thigh with this thumb. He didn't look at me. He most likely knew I wasn't too happy about her being around. I wanted to ask him what he was thinking telling her stuff, but didn't want to cause a scene in the hospital. I'd wait.

Bitch couldn't even acknowledge my presence and say hello. Some hospitality.

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Taehyung POV

Today has been fucking crazy. My wife is moody, and I can handle that. But, sometimes, it's still a pain in my fucking ass on the inside.

I wanted today to be stress-free for her, and I've been doing everything I can to make her feel happy. I went out early and got her some flowers and a card that read, "Today's another new chapter of our growing life together. Thank you for writing it for me, and with me. I love you Luna. ~T."

I went and got her infamous Starbucks hot tea before she woke up. I ran her bath for her. She was happy for all of that, loving on me, and thanking me.

Then, a mood swing happened out of no where, and I'm just left fucking stunned. I work with women. I was raised by one. I grew up with plenty. I know PMS mood swings. I'm prepared for pregnancy mood swings... But this is fucking nuts when it happens in your own life. Totally different from it being your patient.

Scotty stepped in front of us, shook my hand, cleared his throat and whispered, "I realize you're not on the clock, but can I have you look at this report before Aubrey gets over here and skins my ass?"

I kissed the top of Luna's head and left her to glare at the front desk, where Aimee and Bree were gossiping, trying to ignore it. I followed Scotty down the hall, and around, into the empty nurses station.

He checked to make sure Aubrey wasn't around, then closed the curtain. I reached out for the manila envelope he was holding, but before I could touch it, he swung it around and slapped the back of my head with it.

"What the fuck was that for?"

"Dude. Don't fucking do what you're doing today."

"What?" I asked, shaking my head.

"I saw you, talking to Miss 154 bright & sunny in front of your pregnant wife. Do you really think that's the best idea?"

"We were just talking! What are you on?"

"She's pregnant! And from what you were telling Aubrey last night - yes, I was spying - she's hormonal and pregnant, and talking to your old fuck-buddy in front of her probably isn't the best remedy for the situation."

"She works with her fuck-buddy too, Scotty, it's not just me. And Aimee didn't do anything besides say hello and tell me she'd find Doctor Sherber."

"Luna won't see it like that," He shook his head. "Go make it right with your wife."

"Scotty, you have no idea what you're talking about," I scoffed. "You think I don't know that Luna and this baby are my first priority? It's all I ever think about, every damn second. And do you think that I don't see the glares Luna's been giving Aimee today? Aimee's probably so frightened of her right now, she doesn't even want to acknowledge her, in fear that Luna will beat her into a pulp. I know all of this. Stop getting in my business."

"I'm trying to help a friend."

"I can take care of it myself. Now is there a report I need to be looking at or not?"

"Not."

"Fine," I walked out, keeping my vulgarity to myself. I didn't need to lash out at him.

I noticed the tension in Luna's shoulders as I walked by the front desk and Aimee and Bree started to laugh. Ignoring them, I bent down and kissed her hair, before squatting in front of her, "You all right?" She nodded, but frowned. "Luna," I moved closer, holding both her hands, "you're my wife. I love you."

"I know," she whispered. "I'm sorry about earlier. About my mood. I just really cannot stand that fucking bitch right now."

"Who?"

"Who do you think? Aimee."

"Baby, you have nothing to worry about with Aimee. She didn't do anything," I tried to reassure her. "I'm sorry if she made you uncomfortable, but there's no reason for you to be. She knows how much I love you."

"Yeah, but does she know how much I'll fuck her up if she touches you? I don't care if I'm pregnant or not."

"She won't touch me," I kissed the inside of her wrist, "only you can touch me. And I know she has no intentions of doing it anyway."

"She's a woman, Taehyung. A man can never predict a woman's intentions. We're sneaky and evil."

I wanted to throw Ryan in her face, but decided against it. It'd start a fight, and wouldn't help anything. Plus, she was just being hormonal. I had to take the slaps today. "Well regardless of your worries, she knows me, and my intentions are to have you and this baby in my life. As my world. All right?"

She frowned and ran her fingers through my hair, "Okay Taehyung. I'm sorry. I love you too."

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Luna POV

Eventually, we made our way back to Dr. Sherber's office. We did all the normal check-ups, the weight and blood pressure (both higher today), and she explained to me that I would start to feel the baby moving this week, or sometime real soon.

We discussed symptoms I may be having. I was honest, told her about all of them, including my mood swings and bowel issues, though I was embarrassed that Taehyung was in the room when I explained them.

"That's quite common this week," she answered with a radiant smile. "Luna, you will start to feel a sense of peace in a few more weeks. It could be as long as four or five weeks. But it will come. In the meantime, when you start to feel twinges of jealousy or confusion, possessiveness, anger, resentment, exhaustion, frustration... know that all these things are common, and that you are not alone. It's normal to feel anger. It's normal to not be as accepting or wonderful or peachy as all those women in made-for-television movies. That is fake and this is real, and it's a hard adjustment for any new expectant mother. Pregnancy is a joyful thing, but it does come with some sacrifices, such as your favorite pair of size-3 jeans, your eating habits, and your sleeping patterns. But it will get easier. I promise you."

She turned her attention, "And Taehyung, as her spouse, you need to be as understanding of this as humanly possible. I know it can be difficult for you, since she's the one experiencing things that you cannot feel, but you must try." He nodded with a smile. "However, Luna, try to take it easy on him as well. Don't push him away. Neither of you can understand what the other is dealing with, so it's a tough road, okay? But you're both going through it together." We nodded again. "Well," she leaned back. "Today is a big day. We get to find out if it's a little boy or a little girl in there. You're still wanting to know early, correct?"

"Yes."

"Any coin tosses you want to throw up before we go?"

"Taehyung wants a boy," I answered with a shrug. "I don't care, either way. Just want it healthy."

"It will be," she beamed. "Well, let's go see if Taehyung gets his wish or not."

We moved into another room, and Taehyung helped me unfasten my pants, since the button was being difficult. He got a kiss for that one. After that, I pushed up my shirt and got situated. Dr. Sherber put the gel on me, pressed the little wand into my belly, and we were searching away. The first thing I noticed after she pointed out the placenta, was just how big our little baby was getting. I had no idea when I'd imagined it, but there it was, and it explained a lot of the weight gain.

"How big is it?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Baby Kim is about the size of a large banana... maybe even a doll. Eight inches today. I am predicting it will be tall, just like it's father. The weight is... eleven ounces... By next week, it's going to be a full pound! Now, Luna... Look at the arms and legs... See how they're proportioned?... You're going to feel it moving now. It won't be a jerky twitch anymore. The baby is much more coordinated and even more intelligent. It will get your attention now and say, 'Mama, I'm here, pay attention to me!' Okay?"

I smiled, as Taehyung kissed my head.

"Okay... here we are..." She showed me the head and the belly, and tried to maneuver the wand around to get a better angle.

She smiled, then turned to Taehyung, "Doctor Daddy," she teased, "would you like to do the honors?"

Taehyung nodded gratefully, and kissed my hand, before walking over to where she sat. She showed him a few things as a reminder, then let him take her seat, and took his spot on my side. Taehyung's hand shook a bit as he typed a few things in, and he gave me a nervous smile.

Now his nerves were kicking in. Finally.

"I'm not usually nervous," he said. "But it's different when it's your own."

"Don't be nervous," I whispered, patting his shoulder. "You're doing great."

"Thanks," He exhaled and stilled his hand, calming his thoughts, "Can't help it though. It's exciting. I have jitters."

Doctor Sherber laughed and caressed my arm, "Very exciting. Take your time, Doctor Kim. Do it right for your beautiful wife."

I smiled, wanting to give her a hug. She was so polite. I loved how she called him 'Taehyung' when we were in her office and he was just another spouse, versus how she called him 'Doctor Kim' when she put him to work. Distinguishing the difference.

He cleared his throat and began again, moving the wand around. The baby was facing away, toward my back, so anytime he moved it around, our little swimmer pushed a little deeper in the middle.

"It looks like a duck," he said with a soft laugh. "From this angle. Smaller head, larger body, because the head's dipping in... Adorable."

"A beautiful, healthy, baby duck," Doctor Sherber grinned. "Remember, Doctor Kim. If the baby is facing away, what are some tips to get a clearer view of the gender when the head is tilted away, toward the middle?"

He licked his lips and began to tap along my stomach with his fingers, the way he did when playing a piano. Around in a slow circle, tracing down and around where the baby was. Each tap melted my heart. He was communicating with it... With our baby.

It made me smile.

"Doing good, Doctor Kim... That's it... Go toward the rectum for a new angle..." I watched as he slipped the gooey wand around and tilted his head, pointing toward the screen. Two butt cheeks were now on display. Two cute, tiny, round butt cheeks. I giggled. "Good... Now tilt the wand a little... up more... slant it... There you go. Can you tell what it is?"

My heart stopped, as I stared at the screen. Taehyung's hand froze.

I couldn't really tell what I was seeing. I wasn't the best at reading the monitors. It just looked like blobs, fading in and out.

"Can you see it, Doctor Kim?"

He nodded slowly, staring at the screen in disbelief. His eyes were so wide.

"Would you like to tell your patient what it is, Doctor Kim?" Aubrey teased.

"Yes," he whispered, shaking his head.

My entire body was trembling in anticipation. I couldn't stand it. "Taehyung?"

He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair, before turning to me.

We stared at each other for a few seconds, his eyes burning into mine.

For a second, I got lost in his eyes, and his open-mouthed, delicate smile.

A calmness washed over me, out of no where.

And suddenly, I knew.

"It's a boy?"

He gave the most amazing smile to date, so dazzling it consumed my heart. He nodded. "Yes..."

"Really?" I choked out.

He nodded again, still grinning that beautiful, breathless smile, "It's Junho..." He chuckled. "Junho... Kim." He pointed to the little thing, flickering in and out, between the butt cheeks. "That's the nub. Quite large all ready... you can tell he's definitely my child."

I exhaled with a smile, and the tears streamed down my face.

Suddenly, Taehyung jumped out of the seat, leaned over, scooped me up, and hugged me tighter than ever before. Then more tears came down, and I couldn't wipe my smile away, and neither could he. I felt it, against my neck. Along with a wet stream. He was crying too. It brought even more salt water, damn him.

I was elated! Completely fine with knowing the results, so happy to finally know. I couldn't think at all, other than the fact that I was happy. It's a boy, it's a boy, it's a boy. That's all I heard as I waited for it to sink in. Nothing quite registered yet.

Taehyung kissed my cheek a few times and sniffled, wiping his face off on the back of his arm sleeve. "Thank you Luna," he whispered in my ear, squeezing me once again. "Thank you for giving me my little boy. Thank you so, so, so very much."

I smiled and pulled away, so I could wipe the happy tears from his face.

All was better. Perfect, even.

For now.

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Three weeks later

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Luna POV

"Miss K- uh... Mrs. Kim?"

I pushed the button on my intercom, "Yes?"

"Mr. Coleberry would like to see you and Mr. Danvers in his office as soon as possible. Says it's urgent."

I exhaled and bit my lip. If it was a good meeting, he would come to my office. This wouldn't be a good meeting. "Thanks, Margie."

"No problem, Mrs. Kim."

Like clockwork, Ryan tapped his knuckles on the connecting door to our offices, and slipped inside, "I need a Xanax for this meeting."

My stomach was in knots, and I placed my hand over it, "Do you all ready know what it's about?"

Ryan frowned, "I have an idea."

"What? What is it?"

He crossed his arms over his bright yellow tie and black Armani suit, "I think we're losing Writer's Market."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No. That's the rumor going around today."

"Shit," I cursed. "Shit, shit, shit. B-But that's my account! That's a million dollar account!"

"I know."

"They can't do this."

"They found a better margin at Expendential Marketing."

"Fuck."

"I know," he frowned. "Wish you weren't pregnant. We may have to break out the vodka after this shit."

"Son of a bitch," I cursed, pressing my forehead to the cold wood of my desk. "This isn't happening. Have we lost it, or are we about to lose it?"

"Not sure," he shrugged. "Afraid to ask around."

"Dammit, Ryan. What am I going to do? This was my responsibility!"

"Well, Miss Honeymooner and expectant mother to be, you tell me? I don't know, I just work here."

"Don't insult me today Ryan, or I will attach your left testicle to this desk with my stapler gun."

"Well it has been a while since you've touched my left testicle, Luna. I might enjoy that."

"Oh, go away!"

"I can't! We're due in the office. May as well say your prayers and get up, because I'm not stepping foot in that office without you."

I whimpered and pushed myself up, grabbing my portfolio and notepad. "I hate this. Off to see the wizard... Screw the brain or the oil can. He's about to tell us to get a new job."

"Luna?"

"What?" I looked up at him.

"Get your jacket. You know how Mr. Colberry is about that."

I twisted around and grabbed it, sliding it over my shoulders, "Thanks. Pregnancy. Absentmindedness."

"Didn't ask. Just try not to show said-absentmindedness when we're facing the big man. Straighten up, woman."

I passed by him, "Don't call me woman. I hate when guys do that. You know this."

"Woman," he chuckled, following me out.

*&*#!#$^%$^

I stormed back into my office, shut my door quietly so people in the inner-office didn't know what happened, then threw my portfolio toward my desk, watching the papers scatter about.

Ryan entered, a few seconds later, to find me seething and storming around the room. "Safe in the warzone, captain?"

"Fuck off, Ryan."

"Uh... Luna... in case you forgot, I was in that meeting too. I have a chunk of my ass missing from where he chewed it out as well, it wasn't just you. Wanna come over here and check it out?"

"Doesn't make me feel any better," I twisted around, glaring at him. "I'm the master on the account. This was more mine than it was yours. My responsibility, my fault! I just lost a million dollar fucking account!"

"I know. I was there."

"So don't tell me to calm down. I just fucking... lost!"

"It happens, Luna."

"Not to me."

"It's life."

"Oh shut the hell up, Ryan. You don't get it, you're not a girl, you're not new here, so just let me fucking bitch it out."

He laughed and plopped down in my chair, re-stacking the papers I messed up, "it isn't like you don't have other accounts. You didn't lose your job or anything."

"Yeah, but now I'm 'frowned upon'. You heard him! I'm the youngest female representative out here with such high standards and high morals and the highest expectations. He 'expected more from me'. He said that if I couldn't handle my responsibilities, with everything 'going on in my personal life', that he'd lessen them! Like he'd be doing me a favor! What a jerk."

"Rumor has it, he's not too thrilled about the sudden pregnancy and marriage. Maybe that's part of it."

"Well that has nothing to do with my job. This place is my second home."

"It does have something to do with it, when you're going to doctors appointments monthly, flying to California for a reception, and hauling ass overseas for an elaborate Honeymoon."

"So, what, I can't have a life outside of work? I work my ass of here! I put in overtime every fucking week, I fight with my husband about how much I've been working lately, and what do I get for it? Nothing!"

"Luna, it's one account."

"It was MY account. Regardless."

"And you lost your account. Move on."

I exhaled and dropped my arms in defeat, "Just get out of my office, Ryan. Leave me be."

He sighed, tossed my now-fixed portfolio to the corner of my desk, stood up, and walked out, shutting my door without a sound.

I plopped in the chair, calmed myself down, and placed my hand over my erratic stomach, "It's okay, Junho," I whispered. "It's going to be okay."

"Mrs. Kim?" my intercom beeped.

I sighed, "Yes, Margie?"

"Mr. Kim is on line one."

Swallowing, I looked over at the clock, trying to figure out why he was calling me at work. Did he know what happened? No there was no way. I picked up the phone, "Hey Taehyung."

"Hey." Immediately, I knew something was off. He was upset. His voice was cracked. All my crappy day drama went out the window.

"Everything okay?"

"No. I'm... I'm not. I'm going home. I was wondering if you could..." He cleared his throat, and I heard him sniffling. "I... uh... was just wanting to let you know I'm not at work. So if you needed to get a hold of me, just... call my cell. I'm turning in my pager for the day."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not right now."

Oh God. Did he get fired? In trouble? Did he get hurt? What happened?!

"I'm on my way home now. I'm coming to meet you."

"No, Luna, you don't h-"

"No, Taehyung, it's fine, really. I want to. Just be careful driving and I'll be right there."

"Okay," he exhaled. "I'm sorry. I love you."

"I love you too sweetie."

My nerves were shot as I gathered my things. All I could think about was getting to him and finding out what happened.

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Taehyung POV

I shut my phone and bent forward, tugging the ends of my hair. I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't stop my thoughts. All I heard was his voice. All I saw were his tears.

I felt someone sit beside me, but I didn't want to look up. I saw the polka-dotted heels. I knew it was my boss. "Are you all right, Doctor Kim?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"I want you to know that I'm extremely proud of you. It takes a courageous person to do what you had to do."

"No one should have to do that."

"True, but when it does happen, it's best when it's someone who's honest and caring, like yourself."

I scoffed and shook my head.

"This comes with the job, Doctor Kim. This is a big city. There are going to be rape victims. There are going to be deaths. There's going to be a lot of unexpected tragedy, and it is us who have to stand tall and explain the situations to the family members. We just have to remember that it is part of our job, whether we like it or not... and none of us do. Though we're compassionate, we must know how to step outside of ourselves and do our job the best way we possibly can."

"I know. It's hard to do, sometimes."

"It is. Which is why when things go right, the pay-offs are so rewarding, amazing. Do you want to know why I asked you to be in that room with me today, regardless of the outcome? Do you know why I asked you to be the one to finalize?"

I shook my head.

"I asked you in that room with me, because you're the best student I've ever had. And trust me, I've had some good ones. But there's something about your passion for this job. For these women, and their babies. You want to help them, make sure they're healthy and happy, and the look on your face every single time a baby is delivered, or when a woman gives you a hug after you've told her her cancer is in remission, or told her she's finally expecting... You're relieved, and ecstatic."

"I remember when I first met you. You were so respectful and all, 'yes ma'am, no ma'am,' and really wanted to listen and try hard... but I also saw this glint of wit and arrogance. My first thought was, 'Oh boy, he's a lady's man. Am I going to be able to handle him on my team?' ...After a few weeks here, you loosened up, and I noticed how easily people flocked to you. How much they admired you, and you're not even licensed yet. You only came with the skills you learned behind a classroom desk, and grew here with what I taught you. The point is, you are intelligent. You found your outlet, and you went for it, no holds barred. You are an amazing learner, and you're going to be a legend here, Doctor Kim. You already are. I keep you around and let you get away with a lot of crap because I know, without a doubt, that when it's time for you to step into a patient's room with me, you're all about making sure that things are getting taken care of the right way. You watch out for me, just as much as I, or any other doctor you're shadowing, look out for you. You're a team-player, Doctor Kim."

She smiled and rubbed my back comfortingly, "And today... is hard. It's always hard. It's the worse kind of day. But... I asked you to do that, because I knew, that even though it was heart-breaking, that you could handle it. I wanted to see your strength. Because I knew in my heart, once I witnessed it, you'd be complete here..."

I stood up and handed her my pager, "Thank you for allowing me the rest of the day off. I appreciate it."

She patted my hip as I stood in front of her, "Go. Get some rest. Regroup. Remind yourself why you chose and love this career so much. It has many moments of beauty and miracle, every single day. You just have to open your eyes wide enough to see them all, especially when times are hard."

Wiping my face, I shook her hand, my voice cracking, "Thank you, Doctor Sherber."

I was never happier to get out of that hospital.

Driving back to the condo, my mind was a complete wreck. I blazed through a red light, thankful that there was no one or no cars on that particular street corner, since I didn't see it in time. All I could hear were shouting and cries of anger, playing in my mind, over and over again.

I couldn't stop wondering what I would do in that position.

Couldn't stop fearing that it may happen to me too.

By the time I burst through my front door, I ran straight into my bathroom, and threw up everything that was in my stomach. I placed my forehead to the toilet seat, praying I could rewind the morning. Maybe I could have done something different if I had known.

"Taehyung?" The door swung open, and I listened as Luna sat her keys down, the dogs barking. I pulled myself up from the floor, but didn't get to the handle before she burst into the bathroom. One look at me, and she knew something was wrong. "What is it?"

I cleared my throat, flushed, and went over to the sink to wash out my mouth and rinse my face off. She waited patiently, not rushing me, and rubbed soothing circles against my back. She helped me into the living room, and placed a cold wash rag on the back of my neck. But as soon as I held her hands, I couldn't help it.

I lost it.

Ducking my head in shame and guilt, I pushed my face into her lap and started the process of tugging my hair.

She placed her hands over the backs of mine, stilling me momentarily. "Shhh," she whispered, kissing the back of my hands. "I've got you, Taehyung. I'm here with you. It's okay."

I felt foolish for crying in front of her. I was supposed to be the strong one, the brave one. Not the weak one. I was supposed to be soothing her. I shouldn't even be bringing her more stress. "I'm sorry," I said, wiping my face before I sat up to look at her. "You shouldn't have come home to see me like this. I'm fine."

"Taehyung," she exhaled, cupping my face in her soft hands and pulling me up, "look at me. I'm your wife. I'm here to help you, just as you help me. We're a team. I want to be there for you."

"It's my fault," I shook my head, looking away from her. "I should have done something to help."

"Nothing is your fault. If it was something that happened at work, then it can't be your fault."

"It had to have been."

"You don't know that."

I growled in frustration, ready to yank out my hair by the fistful.

"...Tell me what happened."

"I shouldn't."

"Taehyung," she said. "Please."

I looked into her large eyes, searching for strength. But all I thought about was earlier... and it upset me again. "I... lost a patient today. Two of them."

"What do you mean?" she rubbed my cheek. "How?"

"I really don't want to tell you. I don't want to scare you about having this baby."

"You won't, I promise. Please tell me."

My eyes fell to her lap. I couldn't hold it inside if I tried. The words came out like vomit.

"Doctor Anderson wasn't there, so Aubrey asked me to fill in for him and be her second-hand man. No big deal. Our patient came in with her husband, expecting a little girl, their first child. On schedule. Everything was fine at first, she was dilating evenly... Around eight centimeters in, she started to complain about high, sharp, inclusive abdominal pains, chest pains... We kept trying to figure out what was going on and keep her calm, reassuring her it was less than what she thought it was, and then she just started screaming to me, "It hurts, it hurts, make it stop..." and by the volume of her screams, I knew it wasn't normal labor pains."

"I started exploring in my head, everything I'd researched, and we quickly came to the conclusion that she was bleeding somehow from the internal abdominal cavity... It's the most dangerous, but it also isn't common, so I couldn't figure out, you know, what to do at first. And Doctor Sherber was just, doing everything in her head. My mind was drawing a blank because I'd never experienced it before. But by that time, she was dilating extremely fast, and we tried to tell her not to push, but she went from eight centimeters to fully dilated in under fifteen minutes, and she was at a hundred percent, so Doctor Sherber knew we wouldn't be able to get her into an E.R. in time for a cesarean, so I had to try and deliver while she was working on her up there..."

"And then the next thing I knew, I saw the head, and I'm talking a ton of blood just came out, right before it appeared, and I knew she was hemorrhaging here as well. I've experienced placenta previa hemorrhaging, but nothing to this extent. I wasn't sure if her uterus ruptured, and I kept trying to get Doctor Sherber's attention, but she was too busy working on the bleed up in her abdomen because she didn't know anything that was happening with the labor. She couldn't even hear me over the other nurses shouting and scattering around. So I'm there, and I have this baby about to come out, and I'm literally touching the head with my fingers and you cannot keep the baby there for a long period of time. You either have to pull it out, have the patient push it out - which she couldn't, she was in shock and partially numb by this point - or get the body to suck it back in toward the cavity. I had... blood all over me, nurses begging me, asking me what to do. Tons of fetal distress. They kicked the father out right when this first started, so he's outside screaming and banging on the door out there, and..."

I rubbed my face and felt Luna cradling me tight. I couldn't stop crying.

"She had simultaneous internal and external bleeding. She did have the uterine rupture, like I predicted. The myometrial wall was breached. This wasn't a partial, where the placenta was still intact. It was a complete rupture, where all of the contents of the uterus fell into the peritoneal cavity. I had to deliver quickly, using forceps, and then we cleared out, turned the room into a temporary E.R, tried to do blood transfusions. Audrey was working on that with the nurse, and I stayed with the baby, but... she had no respiration, was absent fetal heart activity. She was dead. And three minutes later... so was her mom. I had to call both times of death."

I shook my head.

"Doctor Sherber asked that I tell the father. She said he 'trusted me' and really liked the way I conducted myself throughout the pregnancy - which was true, we'd gotten along great. He was really kind... I didn't want to be the one, but I knew I didn't have a choice. So, I clean up my arms and I rush out there so he could know, and by this time, all of his family was there with him, thinking we'd fixed everything. I told him everything that happened, what we tried to do to help the situation, how uncommon it was and what may have caused it, so on, so forth, but... by the time I announced their deaths, he just started screaming at me. Started swinging. Andrew and Jonsen had to leave their patients and run down the hall, to help me get him off of me. He kept shouting, 'What would you do if this was your wife?! Your little girl in there? That's my baby! That's my wife! How could you do this to me?! How could you let them die?! You took them away from me! I hate you, I hate you, you could have done something else, you were wrong, you were an idiot, you stole them from me!'... And I couldn't cry in front of him. We're not allowed to do that. I eventually got him calmed down enough, and by this time, he was clutching my jacket in his fists... Holding me close to him. So I just reached around and hugged him, and he screamed into my chest and cried, like a little boy hugging his father."

It was silent, as everything sank in, with the both of us.

Cora sat by my leg, her head on the coffee table, looking up at me with sad eyes. Spendor was laying on the back of the couch. Luna pulled me into her arms, and I moved as close as possible to her, and allowed myself to be vulnerable enough to cry it out, until I couldn't anymore. She held me silently, rubbed my back, caressed my hair, kissed the top of my head. I was thankful she was there. That she didn't panic. That she was strong enough for the both of us.

I felt I had to tell her something. Reassure her. "I promise, Luna, I'll never let anything bad happen to you or Junho. I want you to believe me. I'm not a bad doctor, neither is Aubrey. I don't know what happened, but I don't want you to think-"

"Oh, Taehyung, shhhh, I know baby. These things, they're awful and heartbreaking, and you have every single right to be devastated. I cannot imagine the thoughts that are going on in that mind of yours... worrying about me and this baby. Sad for your patient and the family. But I promise you, you will be fine. We all will. I trust you, so much, and this, today, was not your fault. I don't know what God's plan must have been to make you go through such a terrible ordeal, and I know your heart is aching, and that you are angry... But you didn't scare me, Taehyung. I promise. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I whispered.

She held me a little longer, then kissed my head and wiped my face, before getting up. "I'm going to take the dogs out and make you something to eat. I have to get some groceries first. I just want you to rest, okay?"

"All right."

After Luna went outside, I lay there on the couch, staring up at my ceiling, trying to figure out how to make sure there would be as little stress as possible for her. I didn't want any problems with the pregnancy, nothing after today. I couldn't fathom losing my wife and child. I had to do whatever it took to prevent complications. I had to sacrifice. I had to talk to Doctor Sherber.

I had to make some changes.

-

The Next Day

-

Yoona POV

"Yo, Yoona. Get up."

I shook my head and rolled over, pushing my face into the pillows.

"This is the third time I've had to come in here and tell you. We're fucking late. Car's packed, come on, get moving."

"No. I need more sleep," I grumbled.

"You've slept all night."

"More."

"Now."

"MORE."

"Damn it," I felt the covers pulled off of me, and two arms slide beneath me, "so help me God, girl, if you do not get up, I will sling you over my shoulder, and you will be traveling like this, pink pajamas, messed up hair, no make-up, morning breath and all. Don't make me do it."

I whined when he picked me up and pulled me off of the bed, "Jesus, Jimin, it doesn't take that long to get back there!"

"I don't care, it's after noon now."

"I hate you!" I whined. "You're cock-blocking me. I was having a dream about Harry Styles. We were swimming around naked."

"Well tell Harry I'm sorry," he said, pushing me into the shower. "Now, are you going to be able to wash yourself, or do I need to strip you and do that too?"

Instantly my mind went south of the border, "Will you be washing me with your tongue ring?"

He tried to not smile, "No."

"Then I can do it," I said, closing the door between us.

"Then hurry up! I'll be downstairs."

An hour later, once I was showered and fixed up, I jogged down the steps to find Jimin sitting on the couch, sunglasses on the top of his head, arms crossed, feet up on the coffee table. He didn't look happy. "You okay?"

"I don't know how on earth it is possible for you to take an hour and..." he paused to look at his watch, "twelve minutes to get ready."

"I couldn't figure out what to wear."

"How is that possible? They're all your clothes. You buy them all."

"It's an important day."

"Oh please, they're still your clothes."

"So! I wanted to look pretty."

He growled and stood up, shoving his hands in his denim pockets. Jeans, belt, and a fitted black t-shirt. Messy hair in check... damn, he was gorgeous. He looked me over, in my yellow sundress and white sandals. "You look good. But for argument's sake, you would also look gorgeous wearing a trash bag. Can we please go?"

"Yes," I nodded, grabbing my bag.

The car ride there was silent at first. He was agitated, and I knew his expressions well, so I just left him be to wallow for a while... but eventually, I couldn't handle the silence anymore. "Are you still mad at me?"

"I'm not angry. I just wish it wouldn't take you so long sometimes. I woke up three hours before you and tried to get you up countless times."

"I'm sorry."

"My dad kept calling me, and you know how he fucking is. He's a dick, Yoona. And he's 'taking time off of work' to see me today, and will probably say I'm being 'unappreciative' of it because I left so late."

"I said I'm sorry."

"I'm just trying to get you to understand."

"Okay. I understand," I said calmly, reaching over the seat to rub the back of his head. "I'm really sorry Jimin."

"It's fine," he replied, finally smiling a little. "Oh, and Jennie called my cell looking for you when you were in the shower. She said your phone is dead again."

"It is dead. I wonder why she called."

"Didn't ask."

Thankful there wasn't a center console, I took off my seatbelt and adjusted myself to put my head in his lap, "Do you mind if I put my head here? I'm so tired."

"I don't mind," he said, his fingers finding purchase in my blonde locks. "Go to sleep."

"Thanks, J."

*&*#!#$^%$^

I woke up to hear someone arguing. It was Jimin.

Snapping my head up from the seat of the car, I crept over the dash, noticing that, not only were we here, but we were also in front of the store where his dad works. His dad wasn't supposed to be at work today. Jimin stood in front of the car, staring his dad down, seething.

His dad was glaring back, just as viciously, "I don't know what to tell you, Jimin. I have a job."

"You took the fucking day off!"

"You didn't show up!"

"I'm a couple of hours late, big deal. Things happen."

"I can't just sit around the house, doing nothing, waiting for my son, who barely comes around as it is when he says he's going to, to drag his ass over here to say 'hello' for an hour. I have a business to run. It may not mean anything to a big stock market exec in Seattle like yourself, but it means something to the people in this town."

"Jesus fucking Christ, how can you not spare one day for me? Did I need to call and make an appointment? Or do I, do I need to get shot or stabbed, in order for you to make time to visit with me? How about murdered? Will you take time from your busy fucking schedule to come and identify my body?"

"I don't think you're being funny, Jimin Park."

"I'm not trying to be funny, dad, I'm trying to figure out how your damn mind works."

"And I'm trying to tell you, I was home for two hours, with no phone call, waiting for you. You don't show, don't call, therefore, I go into work."

"You are such an asshole," Jimin scoffed, shaking his head. "Fucking ridiculous."

"Oh, what's the point of it anyway, Jimin? You were coming here to take Yoona to see me? I get that you're bringing your 'girlfriend' home, but I've known the damn girl since you've known her, so it's not like I'm meeting her for the first time! I'm not necessarily missing anything, am I? I'm sure she's the exact same girl as she once was. Blonde hair, curvy body, never claims responsibility, secretly desires to be her younger step-sister, and likes to run around with a lot of countless men."

"First of all, keep your fucking voice down. She's asleep in the damn car. Secondly, apparently, after all this time, you don't know her at all. How dare you talk about her like that! She's a beautiful woman, and she is my girlfriend, and regardless of if I bring her here to see you or not, you will show respect for her, or I will beat it out of you..."

Jimin kept arguing with him, but I suddenly felt sick. His dad never said those things about me when we were younger. It hurt, hearing it from his mouth.

I mean, I knew he was a dick to Jimin. Always has been. Drinks on the weekends, works every hour during the week. Never had time for him, which is why Jimin spent most of his time over at our house. And why Jimin resents his father with a passion. And why Jimin acts the way he does toward certain people... The list goes on and on.

Just another prime example of a fucked up parent and the cause and effect it has on their child.

After a few more minutes, Jimin must have realized there was no getting to his father. He scoffed, shook his head, and turned away, without saying a word. When he entered the car, he slammed the door, and noticed that I was awake, and heard the conversation.

"I'm sorry," he said. "We're leaving."

"Okay," I nodded.

Reversing the car, he ignored his father trying to say something to him, and spun the car around, splattering gravel at him.

He peeled out onto the highway without saying a single word.

-

Yoongi POV

"So, how are you dealing with everything lately?"

Luna shrugged, picking up a loaf of honey wheat bread and throwing it into the cart, "It's hard, some days. Better, other days. But sometimes, it's really hard."

"I've got to say, Luna, I never imagined you to be pregnant anytime soon."

She laughed and shook her head, throwing in some blueberry muffins next, "Me neither. I wasn't one of those girls who imagined marriage and babies since birth."

"I remember," I said, rubbing her back as we perused the isle, "at one point, didn't you say you didn't want kids?"

"Yeah," she chuckled. "I knew they'd grow up to resent me."

"Luna you are so full of shit," I laughed. "I'm sorry, but you are. No one resents you. In fact, if anyone should be resenting you, it would fairly be me... yet here I am, answering your phone call and canceling my plans with Mark to be here, grocery shopping with you so you wouldn't have to be alone."

"Yeah... Taehyung normally grocery shops with me, but he's having a rough day, so I thought I'd come by myself... but I hate it, so... therefore, I called you."

I smiled at her, and caught her smiling back. It was a sweet moment. "Well, I'm glad you did."

She rubbed my back, before turning the cart down the frozen food aisle, "just like old times with us... Leaving campus... Grocery shopping every week."

"Yep," I smiled gently. "Just like old times." Except now we're not flirting and holding hands, walking down the aisles.

"So... how are things going with you? With the whole Jennie ordeal?"

I chuckled, "Didn't Taehyung tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

I paused in the isle, making her pause too, "Jennie and I broke up."

She dropped the waffles in front of the cart, "What?"

I scooped down to pick them up off the floor and tossed them in, "Yeah. The day after your wedding."

"Why?!"

"She said she couldn't love me... I wasn't what she needed... I deserved better... among many other revelations... including shit about Taehyung."

Her mouth was hanging open, "But... wait... Taehyung knew about this?"

"Yeah. I called Jungkook to check up on Jennie, and he told me that he told Taehyung while ya'll were overseas."

"So Jennie has been staying over at Jungkook's? I thought she's been staying with you."

"Nope. She's over there."

"I cannot believe Taehyung didn't tell me."

"Maybe he didn't want to spoil your Honeymoon."

"Uh... hello, Yoongi. We've been back for nearly two months now."

"Maybe he's been busy," I shrugged.

"Yeah," she scoffed. "Busy keeping secrets."

I shrugged, motioning for us to get out of a lady's way, "It doesn't matter. I mean, it does, and it sucks, but whatever. I'm used to women fucking me over."

Luna paused and glanced sourly at me.

"Not just you."

"Oh," she chuckled sarcastically, pulling a few things out of the next door, "thanks."

I shrugged it off and we continued down to the next aisle, "Let's talk about something else. About you. Tell me the truth. Are you scared of where your life is heading? You know, fighting, together, engaged, pregnant, married, BAM! All at once?"

She nodded, swallowing heavy, "Yes."

"What's the worst part?"

Exhaling, she pulled a few boxes of macaroni and cheese off the shelf, "Dealing with lost time, mostly. The bills, the stress, the planning, the jobs, all that sucks, but just knowing he had this whole life for the past four years... and all these damn women, all fucking beautiful and blonde... I know I'll never be able to get over that. I just have to deal. But he works with this one girl, and I swear Yoongi, I want to rip her tits off of her chest."

I laughed, "Why's that?"

"She's a fucking... She's this young, blonde, big-boobed, wide-eyed, pouty mouth fucking... teenager!" She growled, pretending to strangling something, "I don't know why. She's never done anything cruel to me, besides ignore me at my doctor's appointments and... I hate her. I hate her for fucking my husband, mostly. But I hate her for working with him, for getting to be so close to him all the time. It makes me uneasy. I've imagined her staring at him, all googly-eyed and panting... And I thought about having him tell Doctor Sherber that I want a different nurse, but that still wouldn't settle the fact that Aimee works beneath Taehyung. He's her mentor. And if I were to push her away from our case, then I know she'd probably use that as fuel on the fire to get even closer to him behind my back."

"Do you really think she'll try something?"

"He's Taehyung Kim. No offense to any other man on the planet, but I know how women look at my husband. It's really only a matter of time."

"Well, to be fair to him, how do you think he feels about your co-worker?"

Luna skidded to a stop, turned, and looked at me like I'd just found out she stole from my wallet.

I chuckled, giving her a nod, "Please Luna. You think I didn't know about you and Ryan? Hello. Yuri."

"I'm going to kill her for opening her big fat mouth. Some best friend," she sighed. Her eyes fall on me, and her frown didn't go unnoticed, "I'm so sorry, Yoongi."

"I don't even care about that anymore. What I'm asking is, don't you think you're being hypocritical to say that you hate Aimee, when Taehyung has to deal with you working with a man you had sexual relations with as well? If he said he hated Ryan, you'd be like, 'Oh Taehyung, you're being ridiculous'. Right?"

"That's not the point. Women are vicious."

"So are men!"

"Women are worse! I know women. I am a woman. Not to ring out sour grapes, but look what I did to you? And why? Because I wanted what I wanted, and there was nothing and no one going to stop me in that moment. I can totally see Aimee doing the same thing."

"So you're worried about karma biting you back?"

"I'm just worried in general."

I threw some paper towels and toilet paper in the cart for her, "Do you think Taehyung would act on it with her? Really?"

"I don't want him to be in the situation period. But no, I don't think - I hope not - I mean, no, I don't think he would." She shivered, "I just... cannot imagine how badly I would freak out if that woman put her hands on my man. I would kill her. It would take every person in the room with me - if she were lucky to have someone there to defend her, that is - to yank me off of that bitch."

"I've never known you to be so possessive."

"With Taehyung? Always."

I smirked, tossing canned foods in, "You're like ninja wife, huh?"

"I swear, I may be pregnant, but it will not stop me from beating someone down."

"You have to think of the baby first, Luna," I tried to reason with her. "Be responsible."

"Trust me. It's for our child. I'd much rather kick the women's asses before it comes out, then after, and have my child seeing his mother go to jail for beating their asses. You know? Just get it over with now."

"You don't think Taehyung wants to kick Ryan's ass?"

She shrugged, "Not really. I mean, yeah, Taehyung doesn't like the idea of our past, but I think it'd take something powerful for Taehyung to actually react to anything."

"He's been known for his anger spurts."

"I know," she exhaled. "Let's just hope and pray it doesn't get that far."

"Well, if it ever does," I threw my arm around her shoulders, "know that I'm always here for you. We were friends first, and we've been friends for four years now. All right?"

She hugged me back, turning into the magazine isle.

We shopped in a comfortable conversation from that point on, discussing jobs and plans and funny things that's happened to the two of us, like how we had a Halloween party freshman year, and she went as a M&M's candy, and I went as popcorn, and all night, people were trying to tip her over and pour her into me.

We laughed and joked, and everything was great, until we turned the corner to the check-out lane.

The Luna froze solid, staring at an older lady, wearing a scarf around her long blond hair.

"Luna?" she said, the same time I did.

Luna looked like she lost all color. For a moment, I thought she was going to pass out.

Instinctively, my hand reached out toward her stomach, and panic set in. If she was losing color, was something going on with the baby?

"Luna, my gosh, is that you?!" the woman stepped forward, eyes wide with excitement.

Both of Luna's hands fell on top of mine, over her stomach, as if she were protecting the baby, "H-Hi, Hello, Miss Jane. How are you?"

"I'm wonderful, Dear," the lady pulled her into a hug, but it was a cold, quick one, "I haven't seen you in some time. How are you?"

"Fine," Luna looked around, "b-busy. Uhm... we're kind of in a-"

"I remember the last time that I saw you was with-"

"Yes, and I'm really sorry, but Yoongi and I are running extremely la-"

"Oh my goodness!" the lady covered her mouth, "you're pregnant?!"

Luna shivered, her eyes glossing over, her throat tightening, "Yes, I am."

I had a feeling that this was a situation we shouldn't be in, so I began to pile things onto the conveyor belt with record speed, and tossed the cashier my credit card, telling her to charge it up.

The lady named Jane eyed Luna's stomach speculatively, giving me chills, "And... how far long are you, Dear?"

I pulled Luna into me, feeling the urge to protect her, as she tentatively whispered, "I'm ...five months."

"Aren't you just a sneaky little child," she grinned, sneering at her. "True to form."

Luna shivered.

It didn't stop the woman. "And... is this the father?" she eyed me suspiciously.

I scoffed. She called me 'this'. Not 'he'. She gave me a really bad vibe. I didn't like her emotions. Too curious.

"Luna come on," I said, pulling her toward the front of the register, "Sorry ma'am, we're in a hurry."

"But wait," she said, "We didn't get a chance to catch u-"

I cut her off, politely aggressive, "I'm sure you understand. It was good to see you."

As soon as the bags were piled in the cart, I wrapped my arm protectively around my friend, and we pushed ourselves outside. A single tear streamed down Luna's face, and I had to hold her tight to keep her from collapsing.

After pushing the button to unlock the door, she ran for my truck and jumped inside.

I shoved the things in the bed, before climbing into the driver's seat. I waited until we were out of the parking lot before I spoke up, "Who was that, Luna?"

She shook her head, covering her stomach, "You have to take me to Taehyung, Yoongi. Now."

"I am, you're okay. Who was that?"

"We have to get there," she sobbed, fumbling in her purse for her phone. "Please go faster."

"I'm trying!"

"Hurry!"

"Okay."

"Turn right! Go down that lane! Hurry up!" I watched as her trembling hands clutched the phone, pressing for speed dial one.

She held the phone to her ear, gasping for breath as it rang and rang and rang. "Damn it! Why won't he pick up?"

She started to stare out the back of my rear window, frantic.

"Luna, why won't you tell me who that was?!"

"Just take me home, Yoongi!" she cried. "I just want to go home. I just have to go home. Now. Please. Please. Please."

I rubbed her back and made sure no one was at the intersection, before speeding through the stop sign and taking a shortcut back to Taehyung's condo. We got there as quick as I could move through traffic, and then, almost before I put the truck in park, she took off running inside the condo, checking every direction on the sidewalk, looking for someone that wasn't there.

She was starting to scare me.

-

Taehyung POV

Through my half-slumber, I heard the front door slam shut, and the dogs barking. Before I could even open my eyes, hands were on my chest, shaking my body awake.

"Taehyung, you have to wake up!" Luna sobbed. "NOW."

I shot up off the couch, my heart beating a million times a minute, "What is it, what happened?"

"We have to get out of here, right now! They-he-s-she could have followed us. We have to go right now!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" I stood up, grabbing a hold of her, "Who?"

"Taehyung we have to go!" she screamed, shaking her head. "We just have to get our things, the most important things, and-and-and... j-ust GET OUT OF HERE!"

"What the hell is going on with you?!"

"We have to go now!"

"Are you hurt?!"

"WE HAVE TO GO!""

"Luna!" I screamed, grabbing her arms. Everything was happening too fast, and my head started to spin. I twisted us around and had to force her to sit on the couch, so I could regain some control of the atmosphere, "Stop! Wait! Calm down for a second! What happened?"

She was shivering and sobbing, mascara running down her face, her hands clutched over her stomach. It took a full minute of agonizing waiting for her to finally speak up. And when she did, it was a barely audible whisper, "I was so scared Taehyung," she whimpered. "All I wanted was for you to be there and protect me, and you w-weren't there, and-."

"Luna, what the fuck happened? Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Is it Junho? Is something wrong with him?"

"No."

"Did Yoongi do something?"

She shook her head, wiping her eyes with the back of her arm, smearing her make-up even more, "No."

"Did you get into an accident?"

"N-No," she cried.

"Then what, Baby? What?"

She clutched her throat with her hand and shut her eyes, "Taehyung..." Then she started crying, all over again. Harder. Choking and sobbing.

I pulled her off of the couch and picked her up, holding her head to my shoulder, trying to stop the panic attack that wanted to seize my chest. I was seething in anger and I didn't even know what was going on. But something or someone hurt her, and all I knew was that she had been with Yoongi. He was my first and only option.

The elevator dinged to our apartment, and he and our bellhop Tommy filed in, bringing the groceries.

I eyed Yoongi down until Tommy left, then stormed into the kitchen, "What the hell happened, Yoongi?! Why the fuck did you return her to me broken?"

He held his hands up in surrender, his face blank and confused, "I don't know what the fuck happened, man! I didn't do it. One minute, she was fine and we were laughing, and the next, some woman showed up that gave me the creeps, started interrogating Luna, and she freaked out. That's all I know!"

"What do you mean, that's all you know?"

"That's all I fucking know! She wouldn't talk to me!"

Luna started to breakdown, complaining that her stomach was hurting and she was going to be sick, so I sat her on top of the kitchen counter, and cupped her face in my hands, "Luna, look at me. LOOK at me, Luna. Look into my eyes."

She clutched her fingernails to the top of my t-shirt, gasping for breath. Her eyes were jittery as she found mine.

"Stay looking at me. Focus on me. You have to calm down," I said soothingly, "...or you can hurt the baby or yourself. Okay? You're safe. No one is getting in here. All right? Breathe, Baby. I need you to breathe."

I pushed her hair out of way and blew lightly on her face.

She sucked up my air like she would if she were drowning, grasping my wrists by her cheeks.

"Breathe, Baby," I whispered. "You're all right now."

She shook her head, her body rocking, and whispered, "We have to go. We can't stay here. They'll come, that's what happened at my house."

"Okay," I said, rubbing her arms, as Yoongi handed me a large glass of ice water for her, "tell me what happened. Who was the woman, Luna?"

She trembled and closed her eyes, "J-Jane."

"And... who is Jane?" I asked, as calm as I possibly could.

Luna looked up at me weakly, hunching her shoulders. She grew numb and dead-like, as she whispered, "She's Sean's m-mother."

Every single hair on my arms and neck stood up, and I felt myself grow queasy. But I refused to show her that on my face.

"And James never goes far without her," she said dryly. "So... if she was there, that meant that Sean was there too. I-I'm sure that she saw us leave, saw Yoongi's truck. She's some big suit, too, like a detective. They never really told me what she did, but I know she's something like that. She knows what happened between Sean and I. After it happened, she found where I lived to bring all my stuff over from Sean's house, though I didn't ask for it. She was… was really bitter. Then she's nice. Then bitter again. Sneaky. And she's gone around town before saying I made it all up. That her son had to fight me off, that I went crazy on him. She'll deny it, but I know she did it. No one else did. No one else knew. I don't know. She's evil though. She could have followed us here, or gotten Y-Yoongi's license plate number. She'll find out where I am. She'll tell him."

Luna shook her head and dropped it down toward my hands in her lap. Then she whimpered with an exhale, "...and then he'll find me again. Just like when Sean tried to come after me, after everything happened... When he threatened to kill me... She told him where I was..."

"No, Luna, he won't," I said, holding her tight. "Sean isn't going to find you. He isn't going to do shit. I made sure of it."

"He will," she shook her head. "With what happened in Colorado, he will find us, Taehyung. He has ammo. I know he will."

"No," I said, forcing her to look at me, "look at me. I have proof, all right? I didn't tell you because I didn't want to unless it was necessary. But that night, I had the boys in the garage with me for more reasons than to just making sure I didn't kill him. I had them prepare. I had them set up things the night before. Jungkook, he hid a video camera on one of the far shelves of the garage, and he got the whole thing on tape. We have him confessing what he did to you, to other women. We have the whole thing on tape. We can use it against him."

"Then you have you kicking his ass on tape too."

"It doesn't matter! His is the greater charge. If something happens and we have to go to court, I may get some jail time over what I did, but it won't be nearly as severe as what he'll get. Okay? We did that to back us up. To back me up"

"You shouldn't have done it Taehyung," she gasped, pulling on the front of my t-shirt. "You shouldn't have involved yourself, involved your friends. What if he tries to hurt us now? He could come when you're not here, he could hurt me and the baby, and we have to protect the ba-"

"Luna!" I shook her slightly, trying to get her to wake up from this zombie state she was putting herself in, "LISTEN to me. He will NEVER hurt you! Never hurt our baby! He won't get near you, I PROMISE."

"BUT WHAT IF HE DOES?!" she screamed, tears down her face. "WHAT THEN, TAEHYUNG?"

I pulled her closer to me and held her face, looking her dead in the eyes, "Then I will do whatever it takes to keep you protected, Luna. You have my word."

Quivering, she leaned in and pressed her forehead to mine. I took a few moments to hold her in silence, to reassure her that I was there for her, to get her to calm down. Rubbed her stomach and her back.

After that, I washed off her face with a cold wash cloth, and told her to go ahead and pack up a bag, while I pulled out my cell phone. Yoongi went in there to help her and keep her calm.

"Well, well," Jungkook said with a sarcastic laugh that made me want to punch him in his throat, "He remembers how to use his phone."

"Listen, Jungkook, now's not the best time for jokes. I need you to do me a favor that is non-negotiable. If you have plans tonight, I need you to cancel them, because I'm bringing Luna to you, and I need you to watch her while I run some errands."

"Uh... she's your wife, not your child. I'm not a babysitter."

"Stop fucking dicking me around, Jungkook! This is important. I wouldn't ask you unless it was. Can you just do this for me? You and Jennie? I'll explain everything later."

"Yeah, fine, whatever. Bring her over."

"Thanks."

I hung up with him, then dialed for the hospital.

Aimee answered.

"Hey, Aimee, do me a favor. Page Doctor Sherber this code for me, all right? 15-911. It's important. Tell her I will be there in fifteen minutes, and I need her to get someone to cover the floor for a few moments. All right?"

"Sure, Taehyung, is everythin-"

"I'll be there shortly," I hung up with her.

Then I called my grandfather, and left him a voicemail telling him to call me immediately.

-

Jennie POV

I threw on a pair of white jeans and a pink tanktop, and slid across the hard floors with my bare feet, laughing as I did it.

There was something about being in Jungkook's house that made me think it was okay to be a kid again. Maybe because it was Jungkook's house... maybe because he's a kid himself. And he's my friend, so he sort of rubs off on me.

Regardless, I loved it. I could be myself with Jungkook. And I was thankful that he was there for me.

Jungkook's house... how could I describe it? Definitely a bachelor pad, of course. It was a one-story ranch, with vaulted ceilings throughout. The floor plan was mostly open, with the living room, sitting room, dining room, and kitchen connected together. Cherry cabinetry in the kitchen. Two dramatic fireplaces; one in the living area, one in the master bedroom.

Lots of rich woods. Green and yellow tones. Not crowded with furniture all over the place, but open, and airy. His master bedroom had wood ceilings. Huge walk-in closets. His master bathroom had a wrap-around feel, and the shower didn't even have a door, since it was hidden from the rest of the view. Two guest bedrooms. Three regular baths. Office, studio, his own gym complete with mini basketball court.

You'd think that it'd be covered with sports crap everywhere, but it wasn't at all. Jungkook's house was always spotless, unlike his cluttered mind. He has style in his house. Sophistication. Class. Just like his wardrobe, which includes playboy hats, oversized sweatshirts, jewelery, jeans, black shirts, multiple types of shoes...

He'll never admit it unless he's drunk, but he dresses like that because he knows it's the sexiest way a woman wants a man to dress. He has a closet about half the size of mine, and that's saying something, for a guy. Again, though, he'd never admit it.

I found him sitting by his island, eating candy corn, wearing dark jeans and an oversized, baby blue t-shirt.

"Hey Kook. I'm ready," I hopped on top of the counter beside him.

"Change of plans," he said, setting down the Hustler magazine he was looking at. "No movie. Taehyung's bringing Luna over."

"You actually spoke with him?"

"Yeah. "

"I can't believe he's taking the time to grace us with his presence."

"He's not," Jungkook chuckled, "I said, he's bringing Luna over."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "He's not staying?"

"Nope."

"Because?"

"Who the fuck knows with Kim anymore. I think he's still pissed at me."

"For what?"

"Just something I said during his Honeymoon."

"What did you say? Is that why he won't answer my calls?"

"I just told him that I got you drunk at my house... and a few other things I'm not going to bring up."

"JUNGKOOK! You know he's over-protective of me!"

"He's not your father, Jennie. He's no one's father, yet. He needs to learn that."

"Yeah," I laughed, stealing the bag of his candy, "you be sure to tell him that, because I'm not going to."

"I will."

"Right."

"Give me back my damn corn," he said, jerking me to him.

I fell onto his lap sideways because there wasn't much room between him and the counter. He went to catch me so I didn't tilt and fall off, causing us both to fall down, onto the hard ground beside the barstool. We were laughing so hard, I about peed on him.

And of course, that was when the front door swung open to Jungkook's house, with Taehyung, Luna, and my ex-boyfriend Yoongi staring at us. Taehyung with disgust, Luna with shock, and Yoongi with annoyance.

Awkwarddd.

Taehyung kept his arm around Luna as they walked toward us, Taehyung glaring daggers at the both of us.

We straightened ourselves out, and I avoided eye-contact with Yoongi at all costs. Taehyung wasn't much better, so I chose to look at Luna. She didn't look like she felt too well. I frowned at the thought of that, as she and Taehyung caressed her stomach at the same time. Soothing circles.

"So," Jungkook chuckled, fixing his shirt, "to what do we owe the great pleasure of the three and a half of you ?"

Taehyung cleared his throat, his face all business, "I have to run into work for something, but..." He looked over at his wife, "Luna isn't feeling so well, and I'd rather not leave her home by herself. I'm sorry, I didn't have anyone else that I could call that I trusted, so if it's a burd-"

"Don't be stupid," Jungkook replied. "Luna isn't a burden. You ignoring our calls is."

"We'll talk about that later," he said, sending a glance at me. "I won't be out long."

Yoongi shook Jungkook's hand, explained he came to make sure Luna was all right, then looked over at me, sticking his hands in his pockets. I smiled wryly at him.

I missed him, it was true. But I knew what I was doing was for the best for him. He didn't really smile back, but didn't frown either. Just looked at me, like he was in thought. Regardless, we didn't say a word. He did look at Luna though, give her a hug, and told her to call him if she needed him. She kissed his cheek, a quick goodbye, and then he was gone.

As Taehyung started to walk away, Luna grabbed a hold of his waist, "I don't know about this, Taehyung, I don't really want to involve anyone else. Not your friends. And I don't want you to leave me."

"Luna," he whispered, so low I could barely hear him without stepping closer, "I'm never leaving you again, I promise. I just have to go take care of a few things for us, get you something for your stomach, then I will be right back, all right? I have my phone on me, you can call the hospital if you need to. If anything happens, I can be here in five minutes."

She nodded, pressing her face into his black shirt, "I'm sorry, Taehyung."

"Shhh, don't be sorry. Nothing is your fault. And I don't want you to worry about anything until something happens, which nothing has. I love you, Baby." He kissed her head, "I'll be back, all right?"

"Yes."

He kissed her lips a few quick times, then turned, saying thanks to Jungkook, and heading for the door.

I ran after him, meeting him in the lot besides his Porsche, "Taehyung, wait up!"

"I can't, I don't have any time."

"You better make time for me, Taehyung, I'm your best friend."

He twisted around, and I veered back from the anger in his eyes, "Jennie, you do not want me to get started right now. All right? I have more important shit to handle."

"More important than your best friend?! I miss you Taehyung."

"You should've thought about that before you hooked up with Jungkook."

"WHAT?!" I screeched, jerking him back to me by the crook in his elbow, "Where the hell did that come from?!"

"Jungkook told me the whole thing. About you getting high, getting fucking plastered, breaking up with your boyfriend, and making out with him. How stupid can you be?"

"First of all," I hissed, putting my hands on my hips, "I remember a few times when you and I got fucking plastered, as you so eloquently put it, and did a hell of a lot more than made out those two nights in the cabin! What's the difference between you and Jungkook? What makes you so God damn special?!"

"I love you!" he shouted. "I take care of you! I protect you. Jungkook is reckless."

"He's your best friend too! He's a great person on the inside, and you know it! He's been there, for the both of us!"

"That doesn't make him any less reckless when it comes to stupid shit!"

"He was the one that's saved your ass countless times! Put some perspective in your life! Made it so you didn't end up in the fucking gutter with coke shoved up your nose!"

"This has nothing to do with that! He should have known better. I told him to look after you, not seduce you! He shouldn't have ever put you in that position. And you shouldn't have let him put you in that position!"

"You put me in that position too! No one forced you to shove your tongue in my mouth or over my pants, or put your hands all over me, Taehyung. No one forced you to lead me on back in that damn cabin!"

"Oh, like you were Miss Innocent in that role! Besides, I thought you said that you lied, that you didn't feel that way about me in the first place, that you were confused?"

I scoffed, leaned against his door, shaking my head, "You really are stupid sometimes, Taehyung. I lied when I said that I lied about not having feelings for you anymore. Is that what you want to hear? No one gets over feelings that quick. I'm pretty much over it now, but I did the things I did for you, so you can go get your girl. I sacrificed!"

"Bullshit, Jennie, you wanted Yoongi. He was all you ever fucking talked ab-"

"I DIDN'T WANT TO BE ALONE!" I shouted, wiping the tears from my face. "That's all I've ever been, is alone, when you're not around. It's always been me and you, and you know it. And yeah, I liked Yoongi. I did. I became infatuated with him, really quick. I didn't want to see Luna hurt him. He was sweet to me, and kind, and wonderful, and charming, and when we got back to Seattle and not in some fantasy land cabin, that's when I realized I'd fuck him up sooner or later, because that's what I do with all men when they find out the truth about me. Yoongi deserves better than me. And besides, I how can I love him when I cannot even love myself? It's a daily battle, and I don't have time to pretend that I'm strong enough to carry a relationship when I'm not and I know it."

Taehyung pushed forward, pinning me between him and the car, glaring down at me, "Then why the fuck would you do that with Jungkook, Jennie? If you're not wanting to be with anyone, if you claim to fuck people up, why would you do that to him?"

"Because he knows about me and he still loves me for me! We're friends!"

"And Yoongi doesn't love you?!"

"I won't let him!"

He scoffed, pulling me off of the car, and toward the grass, releasing me there, "That's your problem. I'm done with this immaturity. I have to go take care of things for my wife and my child, I don't have time for this childish bullshit."

"Childish bullshit?!" I sobbed angrily, so pissed at him that I could choke him, "Great. I see. You're such a fucking hypocrite, you asshole. You don't have time for your best friends, the two that were there for you for every single one of YOUR FUCKING BREAKDOWNS and shit-fits and everything else! You don't have time for me? Great. Then FUCK YOU, Taehyung. Remember that the next time you're at the bottom of a bottle, or a fucking ditch again, which you will be, if you shut everyone else out of your life. Just because you're married and having a baby doesn't mean you're suddenly better than us! It doesn't mean you have it all figured out!"

He climbed in his car and slammed the door, before covering his eyes with his sunglasses, "Yeah, well... At least I can say I've progressed better than you."

Then he peeled out, leaving black tread marks onto the pavement, and took off down the street.

My body was shaking so bad that I was close to convulsing. And I won't lie to myself. I wanted a pain release.

I stormed into the house, breezing by a silent Luna that sat folded over on the couch, and grabbed Jungkook, pulling him out of Luna's hearing range.

"Thunderstorm," I sobbed my safeword, massaging my covered wrist.

He looked at my hands, then my face, and inhaled, pulling me to his chest, "Come on. It's all right, calm down... Don't let him get to you."

"I hate him right now," I cried into his shirt. "I hate him and I love him and then I hate him some more! How can he be so unfair to me?! I've done so much for him!"

"Taehyung's... I don't know what's going on with him anymore, Jennie. He's changing, and I don't know what to do to get him to make time for his friends and his wife at the same time. We can't expect him to go on living like he did before he hooked back up with her, but he can't expect us to just sit back and jump up whenever he has time to snap his fingers and hang out again."

"He's such an asshole. Such a stupid, idiotic, asshole."

"Jennie?"

Jungkook and I twisted, to see Luna standing in the hallway, arms over her chest. I guess she heard me after all.

She sighed, looking quite exhausted and about ready to pass out, "Taehyung's going through a lot right now. I'm sorry that you two are going through something, and I realize it's none of my business, but... I'm asking you to not take what he's saying to heart. He's just lashing out, and you happened to take the hit this time. So I'm apologizing for him. I know he doesn't mean it."

She just seemed so... numb. As if she'd cried out every single tear, and now there was nothing left.

I couldn't figure out anything to say to her. So I just shrugged and left the hallway, finding something to distract myself from my pain.

I had to find an outlet. I chose crocheting, a hobby I picked up when I decided to quit cutting.

I was working on a baby blanket for Taehyung and Luna.

The stupid ass.

-

Jimin POV

Luna's mom sat beside Yoona, and passed me more mashed potatoes. I loved her cooking. I secretly wondered if she taught Yoona how to do it.

She looked much healthier than the last time I saw her... even at Luna's wedding.

She'd gained her weight back in her face. Her eyes seemed to light up when she'd smile again.

She looked healthier. It made me happy.

"So," she said, smiling across the table at me, "Jimin, how's work?"

"Fine," I smiled, shoving a spoonful of potatoes in my mouth and chewing. I waited until I swallowed to speak again, "they love me there. I'm a Godsend."

She laughed and shook her head, "Always the arrogant one. What is it with my girls and their cocky men?"

"Trademark," Yoona teased. "We like guys who put us in our place."

"Actually," she said. "I think you, Jimin, are the only one I've seen who can actually put this little girl in her place."

"I do it with pride, Mom," I teased, loving that Yoona's stepmom doesn't mind me calling her that. "She knows not to mess around with me."

"Oh, whatever," Yoona scoffed, setting her napkin down on her now-empty plate. "I wouldn't want to ruin your pride when I beat your ass."

"Puh-lease," I chuckled, scooping more green beans onto my plate, then shoving them in my mouth. "You're all talk and no show."

"Keep thinking that, joker."

"I will."

"Mmhmm."

"Jimin," Yoona's stepmom laughed, taking a sip of her wine, "I think Yoona here is calling you out for a match. Think you can take her?"

I stood up from the table and pushed my chair in, before walking around toward an empty space in the living room, "I don't know, Mom. She's not under my insurance policies yet... I may put her in the hospital."

"Whatever!" Yoona laughed. "Better take your training wheels off, Jimin."

"I will when you remove your training bra."

"Well," Yoona's stepmom giggled, "It's a good thing I have a son-in-law that works at the hospital."

I laughed, throwing my head back, "I'm not hurting her vagina, Mom. Well... that's a whole other aspect, all in itself. I won't be doing that tonight, anyway. She's pms'ing, so no vagina crunching for me. No need for Kim."

"JIMIN PARK!" Yoona and her stepmom shouted at the same time, causing me to laugh even harder.

Yoona stood out of her chair and came toward me.

I scooped my girl up and pretended to break her back with my knee, before dropping her and myself lightly down onto the hardwood floor.

She giggled and threw her head back while I tickled her.

"Not such a badass now, are ya, Yoona?" I teased.

"Stop it!"

"Ooooh, I've... got to get... over here, on this rib, ...this is where she likes it!"

"Jimin!" She thrashed around, trying really hard (and really unsuccessful) to get away from me, "quit!"

I turned her body in a circle on the floor, and I thought her stepmom was going to fall over, she was laughing so hard at us. After I spun Yoona's body around a few more times, I climbed to my feet, and went chasing after her stepmother.

Her stepmom screamed and took off toward the back door, "Jimin, no!"

"Oh, you're next!" I shouted, skidding into the kitchen after her.

She ran around to the opposite side of the island and scooped up a fake apple, threatening to throw it at me, "Don't make me do it!"

I took a leisurely step toward her, and she launched the apple at my chest. A quick dodge, and then she realized I was coming after her, and twisted, running around the dining room table, with more apples in her arms.

"That one's gonna cost you, Mom," I declared, cornering her.

"Don't you dare. I've got six more apples. One of them is bound to hit you!"

"I'll take my chances," I said, taking another step closer.

All at once, the apples came flying at me. One hit my chin, while the other hit my stomach. The rest crashed into the hallway behind me.

She covered her mouth, giggling behind her hands.

I growled playfully at her, and then we were off again, running back around the table, down the kitchen step, into the living room again.

Yoona came after me, intercepting just when I had her in my grasp, and jumped on my back. "Come on, Mom. Help me get him!"

"Oh shit!" I shouted, as she laughed and jumped at my chest.

Before I knew it, I had two women on me, and I was falling down on the ground, holding onto both of them.

Yoona started to bite me and poke at my ribs, while Renee messed up my hair.

I was in the center of every man's fantasy that he thinks of, but doesn't dare to speak out loud... The hot mother and the daughter.

Oh yes, I went there. Give me the grandmother, and let's remake 'The Graduate'.

I'll be Dustin Hoffman.

*&*#!#$^%$^

After goofing around, Yoona and I did the dishes for her stepmom and straightened up.

My dad called once.

I ignored the call. If I'm not worth his time, he's not worth mine.

Now, we were sitting in the living room, watching '30 Days of Night'.

It was awesome, but her stepmom kept squirming in her seat, and I was too busy making fun of her to pay a lot of attention to it. Yoona had her head in my lap, once again, twirling strands of her long locks around her finger.

Every once in a while, I found myself gazing off at her neck... watching the little freckles... admiring her shape. She was incredible, even though she can be a total pain at times.

I felt very lucky.

But I'd never say that, because Lord knows this woman did not need any more ego boosts.

Her big hair was full of compliments as it was.

My phone started buzzing on the coffee table, and she growled, turning her head and glaring daggers at me.

"It's not my fault," I scoffed, leaning over her and grabbing it.

"This is supposed to be family time, Jimin."

"Like I can predict when my phone's going to ring."

"You shouldn't have brought it inside."

"It's Luna," I said, reading the caller-ID.

Ignoring Yoona's reach for my phone, I swatted her hands away, "She's calling my phone, not yours... Hello?"

"Jimin?"

"Yeah. Luna?"

"Yeah."

"Why are you whispering? I can barely hear you."

"I'm at Jungkook's house, and no one knows I'm calling you, but... Something's happened."

I moved Yoona off of me and walked out of the room and into the kitchen so I could hear her better, "What do you mean?"

"I mean... I'm really worried something might happen to Taehyung."

-

Taehyung POV

I ran inside the hospital, up the steps, toward the Maternity floor.

As soon as Aimee and Bree saw my face, they both stood up, eyes wide open.

"Did you page her?" I asked Aimee.

"Yes, is everything all right?"

"Is she in her office yet?"

"She'll be heading that way in just a minute," Bree stated. "What's going on?"

"Is Doctor Anderson back in yet?"

"He got here an hour ago," Aimee answered.

"So she can leave?"

"I-I don't know," she shook her head. "What's going o-"

"Tell her I'm going in her office and I'm waiting for her."

"Taehyung, wait!"

I ignored her, flying down the hall, and entering the empty office.

Pacing back and forth across the office, I contemplated every single thing I had handled on the phone on the way here, and everything else I needed to finish. I didn't have a lot of time, if what Luna was saying was true.

Forty seconds later, Aubrey came blazing into her office, a look of panic across her face, "Where is Luna?"

"She's at Jungkook's. I need Luna's file."

"What are you talking about, she's at Jungkook's?"

"She's at a friend's house, but I need you to give me Luna's medical file right now and come with me."

"Taehyung," she said warily, using my first name again. "What is going on?"

"Doctor Anderson on duty?"

"Yes."

"Can you spare an hour off the floor?"

"If you tell me what's going on."

I exhaled, still pacing, "I need you to leave with me. I've got to do some important things, and I need you. I need Luna's medical history, and I am not authorized to grab it by myself, so can you just go in there and get it? And we've got to go now."

"You're starting to worry me here. Is Luna all right?"

"She's fine. But I really can't stay here, so we've got to get going."

Aubrey took a long look at me, contemplating the urgency.

Then, without saying a word, she grabbed her purse and her keys off of the desk, and we were heading back toward the front desk. "Aimee," she said, tossing her the keys, "unlock the bottom file cabinet. The secured one. There, yes. Please? Now."

Aimee's hands shook as she saw me wipe tears of frustration from my eyes, and struggled to unlock the cabinet. She pulled the file out and handed it to Aubrey.

"Okay," Aubrey said. "I'm leaving with Doctor Kim, it's an emergency."

She ran over to the nurses station and grabbed a few things. "Do not page me unless the hospital is on fire. Doctor Anderson is in charge until I get back. Page him and let him know, Bree."

She followed me in silence, out to the parking garage, and climbed into the passenger seat.

"I'm sorry I'm mixing you up in this," I said, peeling out onto the street. "But I won't involve you too much. I'm going to talk fast, so please refrain from yelling at me until I finish, all right?"

"Okay..."

"First and foremost, when I was in Colorado, Luna and I thought she was pregnant, but we weren't sure. I forged your name, so that I could get her medical records, and treat her as a patient at the hospital there. That way we could get her tested. I lied to them, told them I was on duty for you, and that her doctor faxed her records to the hospital, and you sent them over to me so that I could draw blood work. But I never read her file. For some reason, I wasn't thinking about it when I did it, because her being pregnant was the only thing on my mind at the time. See, I'm not sure when the exact date was, but Luna had a conflict with an ex-boyfriend when she and I were apart. A serious one. Followed by, what I would presume to be, a breakdown. We haven't yet discussed thoroughly. I know she was rushed to this hospital, but that's about it. I need to know what the extent of the breakdown was, and I need to know if she came in earlier for a sexual assault report."

"Taehyung, oh my God," she exhaled, opening the file, "what you did was-"

"I know what I did," I shouted, passing a large truck, "I'm aware of the consequences. But this ex-boyfriend, James, apparently has discovered that Bella is back in Seattle, and there's a whole lot more to this than what I'm explaining to you right now. But he could seek revenge on me for something I selfishly did to him when I found out what he did to her, and I don't want him anywhere near her or my child. If you just look through that fucking record, then if she filed a sexual assault report, then we'll have all of his information... Address, phone number, everything."

"And why would that help?"

"Because if he's going to try and do something, I need to get to him before he gets to her and Junho."

"You could be paranoid over nothing. This ex, James or whomever, may not be trying to do anything."

"Luna ran into his mother today at the store. She said that she's just as crazy as James is, plus she's a detective of some-sorts. Luna said that Jane helped James track Luna down before. I don't know if James ever told his mother that I fucked him up or not, but regardless, if she saw Luna, and he wants her, then I have to take every possible precaution I can to make sure he doesn't get to her."

"Why didn't you bring Luna in, Taehyung? This is a major stress factor for her. She could miscarry, she could go into premat-"

"I know that! But if I brought her downtown, then if he's following, I didn't want him to have any open chance of finding her if I turned my back. I took her to Jungkook's house because I knew that he would protect her. I've got another guy, Yoongi, outside the house, watching out. No one knows he's even there still. I didn't want to take the chance of bringing Luna into town, if I could just grab you and take you to her."

"This is a very serious matter, Taehyung. How far away is she?"

"We'll be there in two minutes," I said, speeding up. "I realize I could get suspended or fired for what I did, but-"

"We'll talk about that later," she replied, cutting me off. "Right now, Luna is your first priority."

*&*#!#$^%$^

"I'm keeping her calm," I said as we pulled into Jungkook's drive. "So don't rush in there panicked. Plus none of my friends know what is going on, so try not to make too big of a scene."

Aubrey grabbed her medical kit and transportable monitor, and followed me into the house. Jungkook was standing in the kitchen, across the counter from Luna, who was sitting at the bar, cradling her head in her hands.

Luna startled when I touched her back, and her head popped up, followed by a loud gasp.

"It's just me," I whispered, kissing her cheek. "Come with me for a minute."

She didn't say a word as she looked from me to Aubrey, and followed me down the hall, into Jungkook's empty bedroom.

"Hey, Luna," Aubrey said sweetly. "Taehyung told me you were having a bit of a rough day today, so I wanted to swing by on my lunch break and check up on you. Is that all right?"

Luna nodded, her eyes bouncing from me then back to her.

I plugged in the machine while Aubrey checked Luna's pulse and blood pressure. She said her blood pressure was a little higher than normal, but nothing to worry about. I watched nervously as she continued to check Luna out, then listened to the heartbeats, and finally, ran the ultrasound to make sure that Junho was okay. She monitored them for about fifteen minutes.

Everything came back clear, thankfully, but Luna was still anxious, and it worried all three of us.

"Luna, I understand that you are under a lot of stress right now, with everything going on in your crazy world. But I really need you to try and stay as calm as humanly possible for the next few days. I understand you have a history of anxiety and... other things... But I am prescribing you an SSRI, an extremely gentle dose of Prozac, the bare minimum, to combat the anxiety. I've called it in, and have brought a few with me to get you started. I'll give these to Taehyung to hang on to for you. Prozac can take a while to start working, so it's safe to take one now, and will discontinue if we need to, no problems. Don't worry about the baby. This medicine has been thoroughly studied, and is safe for pregnancy, There are only mild side effects associated, dry mouth and occasional headaches."

"Okay," Luna whispered to her, before reaching her hand out to me.

I gladly took it and sat beside her on the bed.

The only emotions I could process were guilt over what I'd done to James, thinking I could get away with it so easily, and relief that she and the baby were okay.

Everything was so up in the air. I didn't know which way was up and which was down.

Maybe we were over-reacting. Maybe nothing will come of this, and I've wasted Jungkook's, Jennie's, Yoongi's, and Aubrey's night with the insanity.

But when it comes to Luna and this baby, I feel like I have to do everything possible, no matter how crazy it seems.

All I ever wanted was for Luna to be safe... and now, I have Luna and Junho to think about.

I've suddenly realized how much I've grown since Luna and I found out she was pregnant... and how reckless I used to be before that... Like fucking him up. I thought it'd make everything better, me doing that to him. I thought that it'd be like I could get revenge for all the women he did that to.

All it seemed to do was make things worse.

Because now, I realized that I didn't get Luna's revenge for her.

...I've possibly put her in danger again.

-

Luna POV

After about an hour, Taehyung said he had to leave again, because Yoongi needed to go home. It was right after he took a phone call in another room.

I didn't even know Yoongi was still there. Maybe he didn't want to let Jennie know he was lingering outside the house. Maybe because Taehyung didn't want Jungkook or Jennie to know what was going on, unless they had to know.

Doctor Sherber made some phone calls to let the hospital know she was taking an extended break, after asking if it was all right if she hung out with me while he was gone, wanting to keep an eye on the pregnancy, and me, for a while longer.

I didn't mind.

She was very sweet, talking to me about future plans with the baby, and so on.

Taehyung wasn't gone long. Maybe thirty minutes.

When he came back, he looked both relieved, and flushed, at the same time.

I met him in the living room, where Jungkook was talking briefly to Taehyung, and Jennie appeared to be ignoring them all together.

As soon as he saw me, he stopped saying whatever it was to Jungkook, and pulled me into his arms, hugging me tighter than he ever had before. His body was shaking. He was clammy, in a cold sweat.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, kissing the side of my face and my neck. "I'm so sorry I've put you through this, Angel."

"It's okay," I said, pushing my face into his chest, "we're going to be all right."

"I cannot believe this has happened. It's all my fault."

"No," I shook my head, jerking back and making him look at me, "Taehyung! It is not your fault. James is a psycho. There's nothing and no one that can control him. He's fucking insane."

He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled me back, hugging me again.

He acted like he never wanted to let me go. Like he was scared to.

"Luna..." Jungkook said, sliding his hand between Taehyung and I, "why don't you let me talk to Taehyung for just a moment... I'll bring him right back to you."

I nodded, swallowing hard.

Taehyung was a little apprehensive about letting me go at first, but after he kissed me all over my face, he finally let up.

My heart clenched for him as I watched them walk into Jungkook's bedroom and close the door.

-

Jungkook POV

When Taehyung returned to the house, he came inside to talk to me, and I could tell he was under a lot of stress.

...And that he was hiding something.

As soon as he touched Luna, I knew something was way wrong. I pulled him away from her, and into my room.

And as quickly as I closed the door, Taehyung fucking lost it.

He slowly squat to the ground, covering his face with both of his hands. Crying.

Scratching my head, I let him be for a second, trying to figure out the best way to approach the situation. I didn't know what to do for him. I didn't know he was going through anything... I thought he was happy.

When I couldn't figure out what to say, I chose to sit down in front of him on the floor, and just wait it out.

Pat his back, let him know I'm here for him.

He was so angry while he was crying. Tugging his hair, cursing under his breath.

"Taehyung... what is going on?" I asked calmly, moving closer to him.

"I should have never fucked with Yeri," he said quietly. "None of this would have ever happened."

"What are you talking about? Did you do something again?"

"No," he scoffed. "I meant the first time."

Furrowing my brows, I pondered all the reasons he was going back to that. It happened a long long time ago.

I thought they'd moved on by now.

"I'm lost, Buddy," I whispered.

He sniffled and looked up at me, eyes swollen, throat tight.

It hurt me to see him like this.

It'd been a long time, but not long enough.

"What is it?" I whispered. "What happened?"

"Doctor Sherber left Luna's record in my glove box. She must have forgotten about it, but I knew it was in there. So when I went to take Yoongi home, I pulled it out and made a copy of it at the Xerox place down the street. And... I found out what happened to Luna."

"What are you talking about, what happened to her?"

He scoffed, rubbing his face vigorously.

I felt really sick to my stomach suddenly, "Taehyung? What?"

He wiped his face with the back of his arm, not getting all the tears coming out.

"Please talk to me," I said. "I hate to see you upset."

He nodded, then shook his head slowly. Spaced out.

"Please," I said again.

Exhaling, Taehyung cleared his throat, and his dead eyes found mine, "Luna tried to kill herself."

"What?!"

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "She was so upset.. The report mentioned something about a journal entry in the form of a suicidal note. MY FUCKING NAME was in it. Saying how she couldn't go on anymore, how she wished I was there to help her... She'd somehow convinced herself in the letter that, if she was under water or something, she'd see me... I don't know, she must have been really fucked up on some crazy shit. She mentioned in the letter about always hearing my voice, always feeling guilty about being with men, how she couldn't do it anymore."

He shook his head angrily, "So... She swallowed a handful of Vicodin and Skelaxin, which are both pain killers and muscle relaxers. She climbed into a freezing ass bathtub full of water and dunked herself under. She said combining the pills would make her physically numb enough not to feel the burning pain of the cold water... That she could go quicker that way... And the last thing she remembers was seeing my face and me reaching out to her... Only it wasn't me. It was Jimin."

He exhaled, hitting the back of his head, "They said two minutes longer and she would have been dead. They brought her in. Pumped her stomach. Suicide watch for two days. They wanted to admit her longer, but Yoona begged Luna to appoint her as her guardian until she could get a hold on herself."

I leaned back, stunned.

Taehyung nodded with a deep frown. "You think I had it all figured out? I didn't."

He shook his head, and covered his face, "...I couldn't have been more wrong. I shouldn't have left her, Jungkook. I should have never fucking left."

-

A/N
Sorry this was a heavy chapter to read, and it was heavy writing it.
Anyways thank you for reading, i will be updating soon x.