Seokjin wakes up to a tiny foot in his bladder. He groans, getting out of bed after untangling Namjoon's arms from him, then heads to the bathroom. He was already at five months along, but this being his second pregnancy he's just now starting to show a little bump. He went to the bathroom and done his business, then started getting ready for the day before anyone else woke up.

Although, once he started brushing his teeth he hears Heeyoung calling for him and he curses. He rinses his mouth, then rushes to her room to grab her before she woke up Namjoon. Too late. He entered the room to see Namjoon changing her and playing with her. The eleven month old giggles and babbles, she's starting to talk a lot more and make out some words. She can say, "mum," and "da," but other than that she can't say anything else. Well, Seokjin takes that back, she can say blah. She rolled around on the ground all day yesterday squealing, "Blah blah blah!"

She crawls, stands, and they're trying hard to get her to walk. The baby being only eleven months, there's a guarantee she may not until she's a year old. They're hoping she'll learn to walk before the baby is born. She probably will, but Heeyoung is clingy and loves to be held by someone. Seokjin hurries to the kitchen to begin making breakfast, only to see Namjoon already at the fridge pulling out the things to make omlettes.

"Now, you're not planning on cooking are you?" Seokjin teases, coming up to him and kissing his shoulder.

"No, I'm just helping out," Namjoon chuckles, turning his head to lock lips with his pregnant mate, "How did baby let you sleep?"

"Mostly kicking my bladder, but other than that I had no trouble," Seokjin laughs, lifting his shirt to reveal his baby bump, "I don't look as big with this one than I did with Heeyoung."

"Because your body is used to being stretched with a baby," Namjoon says, placing a hand on the top, feeling little flutters of feet, "I wonder what we're having."

"I don't know if I want to know. I kind of want to be surprised," Seokjin laughs, his squeaky laugh makes an appearance when Namjoon gave him a tortured look.

"Are you serious?"

"I don't know, I've just been thinking."

"Please don't do that to me, let's find out and not be surprised."

"I want to do something different!" Seokjin whines, "Everyone wants to find out because they don't like to be surprised or waiting for another twenty plus weeks to see their baby. I want to be different."

"Let's just see, okay? I'm going to take a bet and say it's a boy."

"I think it's a boy too, but I still want to be surprised!"

"Heeyoung, what do you think?" Namjoon coos, walking over to her with her sippy cup full of milk, setting it down in front of her, "Is mommy having a boy or a girl?"

Heeyoung looks at him before looking at Seokjin when he said mommy. She grins back at Namjoon, "Blah blah blah blah!!"

"I'm going to assume that means boy," Namjoon laughs, kissing her cheek noisily.

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"You know there are ways to give you an idea of what you're having," the midwife says as she turns the ultrasound machine off and hands Seokjin napkins to clean off his belly.

"Yeah, we may try those but we don't want to be for sure, for sure. We really want it to be a surprise," Seokjin says, pinching Heeyoung's chubby cheek.

"A little change doesn't hurt anyone," she smiles, "I have a book on different myths and such if you want to look at them?"

"Sure! Namjoon wants something to grasp the mystery gender of the baby," He laughs, bouncing Heeyoung in his arms once he stands.

She nods, going into her spare room and digging around for a bit before coming back with a giant black binder full of papers. It was a little dusty, so nobody must use it often as she likes. She sets it down on the table, opening it to the correct page and taps at the first one, "This was always popular. The Ring Pendulum. Basically, you take a hair from the mother and tie it around a ring, hold it over their hand and if it swings back and forth it's a girl. If it circles, it's a boy."

Seokjin shakes his head, "My hair's not long enough. Plus, it would be hard to tell with the swinging."

The midwife hums, turning the page to reveal photos, "Here's this one: Heart Rate Tests. If the baby's heart rate is over 140 beats per minute, it's a girl. If it's below, it's a boy."

"Doesn't a baby have to be awake or moving for this to work?"

"Yes, which is the reason why we ruled it out. There are plenty more dear, tons of legends such as changes in father's body and mother's body."

After exploring different ways and myths of the baby's gender, Seokjin has come to a conclusion that he's growing a little boy. No doubt about it, he's having a boy. He can just feel it, it's a strong sense but it's almost screaming at him that he's having a boy. The midwife smiles when he leaves, waving at Seokjin and Heeyoung as they leave back to their house.

He stops by and sees his brothers, checking up on the twins and Jeonjae. Then, heads home to find something for dinner. Namjoon was napping on the couch, and Heeyoung was already asleep, so he lays her down on top of him and covers them with a blanket.

He loved seeing sights like this. Namjoon didn't even wake up, he just wraps his arm around Heeyoung and grunts. Seokjin places a hand on his belly and sighs, he hopes he's having a boy. Any baby will do, but Namjoon needs a son.

And maybe he'll get one.

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