JIN POV:

It's a cycle. Painful and tormenting to see      (Y/N) wake up day after day with morning sickness, the usually silent, light treads of her feet turned rushed and hasty, urgent as she hurried out of bed, moved to get to the closest bathroom.

Sometimes it's one of us that she's curled up with in bed the night before, sometimes it's between two. And sometimes it's from the nesting room that she tears out, scrabbling frantically to untangle herself from sheets and intertwined legs, the house moving to help by harshly yanking off sheets, unforgiving and uncaring of how cold it suddenly made us, door flying open to help ease the way for her.

And this time it had been tucked close and in my arms that (Y/N) pulled away this morning, eyes flashing red with warning and alarm, hand clamping over her mouth as she twists away from me, scrabbling to get out of bed, sheets moving away and door being flung open as the house moves to help her.

It's barely an instant after she's moving that I'm already hurrying behind her, rushing to her and managing to hold her just as her head bends over the sink, a small sound of distress right before she's sick.

And like always it wrenches at my heart to simply be there to hold her as she's sick, stomach emptying itself out from the night before, her body curling in as she trembles, my hand rubbing up and down her back, murmuring to her and brushing her hair away from her face.

"I'm sorry little one. Sorry you're hurting." I mumble, pressing kisses to the back of her head, feeling her hand go to clutch at me, moving from the sink to press at my arm on her waist, silently squeezing and seeking comfort.

And though her morning sickness has become frequent enough to be habit, this time it seems to be worse, her breath shuddery and weak and back bowed forward, curling over the sink. There's distress that seeps through the mating bond, heavy and hurting, distress and a bit of fear. Fear from her as she's sick, fear because this time her sickness seems to have worsened and her body trembles, weak and exhausted.

This time, there's something that's changed because her sickness lasts for longer and when her head rises, there's tears trickling down her cheeks, lined with redness from fatigue and worry but also crimson flickering in and out of her eyes as she meets my gaze in the mirror.

"Jinnie..." a soft fearing mumble of my name.

I feel my own concern spike at the uncertainty in her voice, at the way she peers down at her stomach and her hand, shaky and trembly, goes to cup her stomach over her nightgown.

"Something feels off sweetheart. I'll feel better if we get you checked up." I say softly, watching as she nods, eyes not drifting away from where she's looking down.

And her own nervousness shows through with the way she easily and very quickly agrees. With the way her hand tightens around my arm, clutching me closer and not willing to move away.

"We'll get Hobi to check and then we'll visit your doctor too." I say. Hand moving from her back to cup her stomach, rubbing circles directly onto her skin as hers falls away, as she reaches for the tap and begins to clean out her mouth.

My fingers stretch out, feeling as if that warmth of her body, light and gentle and feel as if I'm not only touching her, holding her but that this way I'm feeling close to our baby, gently cradling them close too.

It's something that never fails to amaze me. Never fails to make me stop, to stare at the unmarked, unchanged skin of her body and yet everything's changed. Everything inside is shifting and altering to make space for our baby that grows day by day, bit by bit.

"Jinnie oppa...they're okay aren't they? Our baby?" she asks, voice soft and tentative, uncertain too. Hand setting down the towel.

Everything is uncertain with this pregnancy, everything is new and foreign and frightening for her but also for all of us. We didn't know how much her pregnancy would differ from a human pregnancy, didn't know what it meant for a turned vampire to be pregnant. Didn't know whether it would be easier or harder on her body.

Didn't know anything as concrete or written in stone.

And that made me blood run cold, made me bolt upright in the middle of the night with body feeling chilled and sweating. Made me cry out, eyes full of snippets of visions, merging with worries and concerns, making for a dangerous confusing mix.

It made me feel helpless and out of my depth in a way I hadn't felt in centuries. It made me feel the same level of nervousness and uncertainty that I'd felt when I'd met Yoongi and he'd walked away, when I'd had known I had to stand aside and let my mate walk away, with the worry I'd never see him again even is my visions told me otherwise.

And it felt the same now. That the sweet, bright snippets of visions promised that there were good, happy memories to come. But the way her fear transmitted through the bond made me feel lost. Made me frantic with the building, bubbling need to do something, anything to help her.

But despite it all.

I knew that our baby would be okay. They had to be okay.

I wasn't taking any other answer.

"They are and they will remain okay baby mate. How are you feeling now?" I promise and reassure, turning her around so she's facing me directly, eyes slowly examining her, red with concern as I make sure myself that she's fine.

"Sick. And exhausted." She mumbles.

I nod.

"Not feeling dizzy are you?" I ask carefully.

She shakes her head.

"No why?" but before I answer I'm scooping her up, bending to slide my hand around the back of her thighs, my other hand curving around her back as I cradle her close.

I smile when (Y/N) yelps, hands going to clutch at my shirt with the suddenness of it, before her fingers relax, uncurling and hands sliding around my neck, shifting closer to rest her head against my shoulder.

"You're a big romantic Jinnie oppa." She murmurs.

I bend my head to press my lips to her head.

"Just for my mates little one." I whisper.

And with her safely cocooned against me I take her back to bed, carefully clambering in with her still holding on.

But even as I settle against the bed she doesn't clamber off, instead (Y/N) turns to curl against me more properly, body reclined against mine. Her legs lace together with mine, half seated against me as she curls to rest her head against my chest, fingers moving to lightly grip my hand.

Giving a small squeeze.

"You know there's nothing that terrifies me more than this pregnancy." She confesses, voice soft. Almost inaudible with how lightly she says it.

"Me too. It's the most daunting thing ever. And no number of centuries could prepare me for this." I answer, watching as she softens against me, feel the way she relaxes rather than tenses at my admission.

"We're heading into this blind. No number of books and research will prepare us properly." She adds.

I nod.

Squeeze her fingers lightly.

"It's our first time. We won't be perfect, we won't be masters at parenting the moment our baby is born. But...we'll learn together. And I'll stick by you in every way. We all will." I promise.

Then she turns.

Faces me.

Winds her hand around my neck to coax me to lower my head, to bend it towards her.

As if her touch would've ever made me turn away, would've had any other effect than drawing me closer to her, drawing me time and time again to a part of my soul.

And the kiss we share is sweet and unhurried. Slow and gentle, something both intimately familiar about the shape, feel and taste of them against me; having memorised her touch, memorised the way her mouth felt pressed to mine. But there's also something new and thrilling in this kiss, something that's made from shared worries, from sparks of that attraction, that heady tug that'll never dampen, never lessen for each other. There's also this equal sense of nervousness but relief, comfort and solace found within each other, her lips languid as she kisses me, head tilted up to me, pressing into me as she leans more and more into my body, into my hold.

The kiss is new and exciting just as it is familiar and safe.

It's a kiss that silently says we'll be there for each other. We'll help each other through parenting, we'll learn together. It's something that says that it doesn't matter that we're the eldest or youngest of the coven, we're both on equal footing in this, both equals as mates. And equals as we learn to navigate the unknown together.

It's a kiss that's rather disappointingly disturbed when the door gets flung open and Hobi's panicked eyes scan the room, settle on us and his posture loosens, sags from where he'd been gripping the door handle.

A kiss that's disturbed when (Y/N) tugs away with a gasp, lips kiss swollen and reddened, breath trembly and shaky. But this time because of me, because of her mate. And even as she gasps for breath, twisting to see who's entered, she relaxes, breathing light and uneven- still attuned to that habit of breathing, of inhaling and exhaling regularly. It made for the sweetest yet sensual sight.

Of her looking so rumpled, so affected, cheeks pink, eyes dilating and flashing red and lips parting with ragged exhales.

"Seokie...?" name a soft confused murmur.

His eyes soften.

"You're not hurt then. But Yoongi hyung..." he muses aloud.

I stretch out a hand towards him.

"Good timing Hobi...(Y/N)'s morning sickness seems to have gotten worse. She's been feeling a little out of sorts." I explain, watch as he immediately walks forward, palm sliding into mine as he moves close. Even if it was slightly... inconvenient timing.

His eyes flash as he looks at her, lips curled teasingly even if simmering worry fills his eyes.

"And doctor's orders was to kiss it away? Kiss her so she forgets she's ill?" he asks, fingers light as they brush over her temple and down the curve of her cheek, gently cupping her face.

"No. They were the pregnant mate's wish."    (Y/N) murmurs, head curving into his touch as she looks at him, maintaining eye contact as she presses a kiss to the inside of his palm, soft lips lingering against his hand before turning away.

Sweetly blinking up at him.

I'm a sucker for my mates. And having our youngest mate all soft and wide-eyed, lips swollen with kisses and scent heavy and enticing?

A goner.

Hobi was too.

Because his eyes glaze vermilion before he's lightly turning her chin up.

"Well who are we to deny?" he murmurs, before murmuring a charm, eyes fluttering as he zeroes in on where she's hurt, where she's feeling sick.

His frown is sympathetic and concerned when they focus on her.

"You might be one of those in the small percentage who's morning sickness turns really bad. But we can get you some medicine to help with that. I'll call Jinyoung-ah and ask if there's any tonics he has to help keep your poorly tummy settled."  Hand moving to rub at her stomach.

She bats at it good-naturedly.

"It's not a poorly tummy. It's baby deciding to be fussy with what I'm eating." She says lightly, as if she hadn't been sobbing, curled up as she was sick not too long ago, body weak and trembling.

"And you know Jinyoung oppa gets extra fussy. Even more now that I'm pregnant." She adds.

And whilst it's a complaint, it comes with such a soft giddy smile and eyes lighting up with fondness for him, that we can tell she doesn't mind. Not really.

Not when the Ims had been so overwhelmed and consumed with their joy for their youngest nestling. For their unbonded baby when she'd announced the news to them.

We hadn't been there but her face lit up with radiance and exhilaration had been telling enough.

As had the details when she'd told us.

How the coven was thrumming with this constant giddiness, always scooping her into massive hugs that were meant to be squeezing and tight but lightly cradling her, eyes fond and red whenever they turned towards her stomach.

It was telling enough when Yugyeomie constantly checks up on her, a multitude of messages, calls, random visits bearing one form of gift or the other. It reminded me endearingly enough of a courting stage, except he came bearing cuddles and swooping down to rub his hand over her stomach before tugging her into hugs. His were always the same. Tight, squeezing twirls as he encased his bloodmate into his large frame.

"You'll just have to grin and bear it sweetheart. But we're not taking risks or chances when it comes to you and the baby." Hobi says, voice firm and concrete, even if his eyes are filled with amusement and tenderness.

Knowing that our baby mate being babied by her coven was a sight the rest of us went giddy and soft over.

"How's the nausea now?" he adds.

She squirms and fidgets a bit.

"Still there. Not...not as bad as when I woke but it feels like my stomach's in knots." She confesses.

He hums, a low smooth murmur of words, of ancient languages melded together, words of healing, of strength and of love. Wounding around her, pushing the remaining nausea away, fighting her illness, her sickness and repelling it.

"That should help. But healing can't get rid of something natural...something that's a response to your body changing. So Jinyoung-ah should help with that." Hobi says.

My eyes flash with a snippet of a vision. Of two bodies curled around a steaming teapot. Of a familiar pair of hands lifting a tray up. Slips away just as quickly.

"That and two more." I say, lips quirking as my gaze drifts to the door. Waiting for the two of them to arrive.

And soon enough there's a light knock on the ajar door, Jiminie; clothes all rumpled with sleep but wide-eyed brightening up more when he sees the three of us. And behind him, Joon bearing the tray with the teapot that was quickly making its self known as (Y/N)'s favourite. With bearing the sweet unique blend of tea that helped her like nothing else quite did.

"Morning lovely mates. I was expecting one on one cuddles with baby mate, but I guess a cuddle pile works just as much." He remarks as he bounds forward, diving into the vacant side of bed and curling himself around me and     (Y/N), pressing greeting kisses to cheeks and stretching upward for Hobi, who bends his head forward, to land a kiss on his cheek too.

"What's with being early risers today? Morning sickness?" Jiminie asks, hand going to rub sympathetically at her back before teasing to tickle at her stomach.

Her eyes are brighter at his teasing and light heartedness, knowing full well that his optimism and giddiness is winding around her, pulses out to make us all lighter.

"And tea for my petal." Joon says with a flourish, hands careful as he pours a cup for her, sitting on my other side as her fingers curl around it.

There's something so delicately careful and precious about the way Joon's clumsiness melts away when it comes to making her tea, when it comes to making sure she's okay as he hands her the cup.

Something so new and yet Joon in the very nature of the caring act.

I press a kiss to his jaw, watch as his eyes flash with surprise before melting.

"No tea for me my flower?" I teasingly ask.

"You have...particular taste hyung. I don't forget." He replies easily, gently touching the bottom of the cup to urge (Y/N) to begin drinking once he's assessed the temperature.

Her eyes flash with curiosity as she looks at the two of us.

Over her shoulder Jiminie's eyes burn with an equally bright, burning gaze.

And it's Hobi who smiles, laughs as he splays himself across the bed, propped up by his hand as he takes in the scene.

"He got you there hyung. Remember that phase Joon? When everything had to match, had to click. He drove Yoongi hyung mad with all the redecorating." He easily reveals, relinquishing the information to the eager babies.

Jiminie's eyes scrunch, forming half crescents as he throws his head back.

"I wish I could've seen that. Reckon it's worth a trip to a specialised vampire (Y/N)? We could take a trip to the past." He offers, voice smooth molten warmth, inviting and rich, tempting and enticing.

She seems to contemplate it.

Joon's dimples appear, deep groves on either side of those warm lips. Hobi's eyes flash and he beams.

Equally as invested.

"Say yes! Say yes! You'll never forget the memory afterwards!" Hobi urges, voice crowing with delight.

And though it's at my cost, she laughs. Delighted and enamoured and thrilled by what the memories would reveal, turning to wheedle details out of them, her hand loosening around her cup.

But even as she leans forward, Jiminie curled over her shoulder, his hand quietly slips in place to steady the cup from spilling tea over her, instinctual and an action he doesn't even realise he's done.

The atmosphere lightens. All the worries melting away for now as the others tease and prod at me, slip small titbits of information about the embarrassing phase. About a time when Yoongi had snapped when I'd asked him to coordinate his clothes to the flowers Joon had set on the dinner table. Remember him slamming down a trays of glasses and freshly made ice tea as he seethed. That he would not be putting on bright yellow to sit down to eat.

It made the very little warmth I had in my body, rush to my ears, turning them red and heated as Jiminie disappears, slipping away to fall onto the mattress as he laughs.

Pealing delighted laughter as he undoubtedly imagines the scene.

And (Y/N)'s no better. A stream of giggles as she tries to duck away from sight, to pretend that she wasn't so amused by it. Hands losing their grip on the now empty mug that I take, wriggling around and thrilled.

"Ryan oppa knows one!" (Y/N) says through a laugh as she stretches out for her phone.

I panic, hand darting to capture hers and spinning her curved figure over me to rest against the mattress instead, head pillowed on Jiminie's stomach as I peer down at her. Body hovering over hers and staring at her with wide eyes.

The closeness makes our bond pulse, heavy and warm.

The sound of a commotion near the door making us turn our heads.

Laughter bubbling past my throat when I catch sight of Tae, Kookie and Yoongi in the doorway, see the mixture of expressions and emotions flashing across their faces. See the way Tae's eyes widen and brows rise, incredulity in the red flickers of his eyes.

"You started a coven cuddle without us?" sounding betrayed.

But Kookie doesn't care for the wording, ducking down under Tae to make a beeline forward, diving for Hobi who makes a sound of protest but laughs when he latches on, clinging back much more fiercely to our other baby mate and pressing a smatter of greeting pecks to Kookie's skin.

"Not at all. Now we can. Now that everyone's here." I say easily, watching as Yoongi nudges Tae forward with a hand on his back, lips curled soft and eyes shining, so thoroughly satisfied and brimming with exuberance at the happiness pouring out of each and every one of us.

He's revelling in the positive strong feelings seeping out of everyone that when (Y/N) asks teasingly if he'd wear orange today to match the flowers on the table, he blinks, processes it and apart from a small pointed look at me doesn't begin huffing.

Lets himself be swept away in the giddiness of it all.

And though my bed is large, it isn't designed to fit all eight of us. Not like the bed in the nesting room. And yet we make it work. We all fit, limbs splayed and messily entangled, bodies draped and leaning against one another.

A jumbled mess.

But one that works and fits perfectly.

(THERE WE GO! A TALKY CHAPTER...HONESTLY I HAVE NO CLUE WHERE THESE PREGNANCY CHAPTERS ARE TAKING ME BUT I'M GOING WITH THE FLOW AND LET'S SEE WHERE IT ENDS UP!! ORIGINALLY...THERE WAS A DIFFERENT PLAN FOR THIS CHAPTER BUT...I WANTED TO KEEP IT A SURPRISE!! SO THAT ONE WILL BE COMING SOON~ IT'S QUITE DIFFERENT AND NEW TO THE SORTA STUFF I'VE PLAYED AROUND WITH AND TOUCHED ON SO SUPER, SUPER EXCITED FOR THAT AND FOR HOW EVERYONE WILL TAKE IT!! BUT IN THE MEANTIME...SOME EMOTIONAL HEART TO HEART AND COVEN CUDDLES AT THE END OF IT!! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS AND TELL ME IF YOU FOUND IT AS SOFT AS I DID WRITING IT AND INDULGING THEM!! THERE'S MORE TO COME, SO STAY TUNED! HOPEFULLY ENJOY AND TAKE CARE LOVES!)

They say when it's sunny it means happiness and when it rains it means sadness, but everything in life requires a sadness. Sometimes sun doesn't always mean bright and hopeful but can mean burning and scorching, merciless and trying. Sometimes rain doesn't mean sad and dismal but refreshing and a break, a cool relief from the heat. There's always two sides to a coin and both an up and a down for something. Life is about balance and we spend our entire lives chasing it and trying to look for it.

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3