(I know you all wanted a House POV but it's not a living entity and I didn't want to do something that could lessen or dampen its own quirkiness so! Bringing home birth by a complete unanimous decision but with house interactions in large doses instead! Enjoy!)

YOONGI POV:

My hands are already pulsing out calm, knowing that I have to get the coven under control, have to keep everyone level even if my own feelings spike when (Y/N)'s confusion and fear settles in.

Contractions before her waters broke.

So she wasn't in labour yet. Or fully beginning to be.

But her body was trying to prepare itself to be.

My hands stabilise her, steadying her when she leans against me, shuddering breaths against the side of my neck, arm holding her protectively.

Around us the house rumbles, jitters as the frames shake, the floor steady despite the reverberations. Just as panicked and worried.

Concerned for her.

And the look Hobi shoots is wary too. Unsure as to how to progress from here, it was clear he hadn't wanted to alarm anyone but the way her voice wavers and trembles, uncertainty pitching it, it already has the others stirring and shifting close. It has Jiminie rushing to be close to her, physically aching to lessen the distance between the two of them, ready and desperate to have strength and concern to wind around her instead of the panic that was beginning to roll off her.

"It's okay sweetheart. This can happen too." Hobi is soothing her, Jin hyung's face struck with shock and a sudden lost helplessness that makes my heart twist.

He looks for the first time in centuries...uncertain. Looks just as panicked and confused and unknowing as us.

Just as fretting when he approaches, hand on the low of her back as he presses a kiss to her head, holds her when she shudders and leans into him, breath still heavy and eyes flashing with pain as the contraction occurs still.

"Sweetheart where exactly is most of the pain?" Joon asks, frown marring his usually dimpled lips as he steps forward, hands hovering and fretting.

Trying to get her to sit down, to calm her down. Hands hovering uncertainly.

But then she gives a weak shuddery laugh, a deep exhale.

"It's fine. It's gone..." she wheezes out, hands reaching to squeeze Jin hyung's hand that rests on her hip, slowly straightening up from against me as I keep a hold on her.

But because her contractions have started. Because her body's started to shift into getting ready for birth, I know that we have to do something.

Keep her as relaxed as we can. 

But Jiminie has other plans, tugging at Hobi and murmuring urgently, voice shaky and hurting.

"Hyung please...please let me be next to her." voice so so needy and wanting.

Hobi slips away from her other side and Jiminie plasters it. Brushing his lips across the top of her cheek, lips moving to press to Jin hyung's cheek, hand settling over mine as he whispers to her.

As she slowly relaxes further against Jin hyung, smile more natural and breaths calming.

Turning less harried.

"Let's get you sitting down. We need to wait for your waters to break and contractions to grow frequent." Hobi says, ushering her towards the stairs.

Knowing it would be better to get her comfortable from earlier on.

In agreement to his words the house lowers the steps as we move to the stairs, turning them into close steps, lowered with every step she takes and rising up to lessen the distance she has to walk, lessening the distance she has to take in every careful step of her feet.

"Where are we going?" she asks, voice much calmer, hand holding tightly to Kookie who'd shot me wide pleading eyes to take my place, sidling close to his fellow baby mate and supporting her.

There's also another deep instinctual calmness that emanates from the two curved close, a natural ease that slips into her posture when he'd bounded over beside her. Soothed by his presence.

The stairs had widened to accommodate us all, to allow for three bodies to fit with ease beside each other, Jiminie flanking her other side.

And Tae clings to me, chasing that comfort, that tactile need that I know is bursting out of him, rolling out heavily. Disturbed and nervous by that sudden plunge into something uncertain, hands wound around my arm and body a line of slight warmth that I could feel against mine.

"The house adjusted and expanded to create a space for you little one." Jin hyung speaks up.

Hand intertwined with Joon where he walked.

Voice soft and tender.

Level as he received comfort from our shared bond, I was constantly pulsing it out, seeping it out towards the others.

A space that had seemingly unfolded out of a pocket in time, a pocket dimension or whatever deep ancient, warded magic that the house had been created with.

Created with the intention of providing perfectly for the inhabitants, with merging with their lives and anticipating their needs.

And when (Y/N) had become pregnant it had slowly started forming a space of its own. Slowly expanding and creating a new space on one of the emptier floors.

And now it was complete.

It was the room where (Y/N) would give birth. At home so she'd feel comfort, she'd feel at ease. Lacking any of that clinical feel of a hospital but just as equipped.

Everyone had taken great care and time in preparing.

Fresh lines, clothes and towels piled high.

A comfortable bed. Medical equipment and medicines.

Everything.

And when she would get close to birth, the small team of healers that Jin hyung and Hobi had poured over deciding and narrowing down would be here too.

Because this pregnancy had been far from easy. Because this pregnancy was something we couldn't take lightly. Not with how straining and exhausting it had been for her. For the coven.

I also knew not a single one of us would've been soothed or settled at the thought of taking her away from the house during her labour, knew we all felt inexplicably reassured when she'd told us she wanted a home birth.

And when we step into the room, Jimin and Kookie are careful to ease her down onto the edge of the large bed, Kookie kneels in front of her. voice soft as he talks to her.

"We should get you comfortable. It's not going to be an easy waiting game." Hobi speaks.

She looks up.

Eyes worried but trusting in him, in us as she nods.

So when I step close, stepping to stand in front of their figures leaning towards each other, stomach distended and curved forward, it's to reach forward to cup her cheek.

"Can I?"

The question hanging between us.

A nod.

Easily given assent.

Allows me to help draw to lie against the bed, her arms going tight and fierce as she grips at me, shaking slightly but leaning into the shared space as she leans against me.

"We'll be okay." She murmurs against my ear.

Promising me.

Reassuring me.

Telling me what she feels with a certainty.

We'll be okay. Her own emotions reach out to calm my own.

Promise my own.

Our foreheads touch, a chaste kiss as she leans into me. Promises me with the soothing touch too.

Okay.

Okay.

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Far from okay.

Far from okay when every contraction had her shuddering and sobbing, body caving and trying to fold in on itself.

When each contraction seemed to grow in intensity, pain searing through the bond as she trembled, hands fisting into the clothes of the mates on either side of her, tears sparkling and trickling down her cheeks, lips parted with each wet exhale.

And her waters still hadn't broken.

But her body kept contracting.

Hobi had carefully drawn her clothes off her, stepping in as a healer.

Voice tight and controlled as he told the room at large that she was already beginning to dilate. Body shifting to push our baby out. But why her body was at war with itself none of us knew.

So the healers came. The Ims were waiting in the living room. Eunwoo was there too.

MJ and Jinyoung were here.

Soothing and calm forces amongst the tides of concern and panic as they got (Y/N) stabilised, a pain-reducing tonic gently brought to her lips and tipped down her throat. A protective healing charm around her before MJ turned to tell us to get (Y/N) changed, to get changed into scrubs if we were staying.

And when the time comes. When (Y/N)'s hand uncurls from the sheets to reach out imploringly for the nearest mate, Tae, who squeezes her hand and draws himself close, bent over her, he sees the way her eyes flash red, crimson with panic.

Face shuttering when hers crumples with pain, breathing heavily through another contraction. Grip tight and unyielding on him.

"Can we get our baby out now? I...it p." Voice plaintive and pleading.

Imploring.

Tae nods vehemently. Quickly, only the barest of grimaces on his face with how tightly she squeezes. His own eyes mirroring her distress.

Tactile touch that was bringing hurt.

Was making him worried.

And there's an assertive knock on the door before it opens, a tall, graceful figure stepping in.

Eyes soft but assessing the situation, crossing the distance to curve towards (Y/N)'s other side.

"Sweet child let's take care of you."

Joon's eomma.

The strongest healer.

Her presence alone emitting large rolling waves of reassurance as she brushes (Y/N)'s hair away from her face.

MJ steps back in too.

Lines of his face creased with worry but determination shining his eyes.

"Please eomma." Is (Y/N)'s weak wavery plea.

And if my heart wasn't being battered by the constant flood of emotions pouring out from everyone, it crumbled now.

Desperate to do everything and anything for her.

To get rid of the sheer unbridled fear seeping out of every inch of her.

And as if responding to her very fear, the house shudders. Rumbles. And warms for her.

Warms for the human soul within the immortal body.

But the click as the door shuts. Keeping away noise and disturbance from this room sounds foreboding, echoes in the silence. 

Because the next time we step out. The labour will be over.

And we'll have the fruit of our patience and love swaddled in a bundle.

HOBI POV:

I watch as Joon's eomma steps close, eyes tight as she runs a scan over (Y/N)'s body, red focused gaze on our mate. (Y/N)'s face is clammy, sweat beading at her temples and quietly Joon steps close with a damp towel, sweet and light fragrance coming from it as he dabs at her skin, murmurs to her.

And I know without asking the towel has been soaked in a natural blend. That it'll help soothe her.

"I'll have to induce her waters to break. Hoseokie have a towel ready. I don't want her to be discomforted even more." Eomma says, hand carefully raising the gown to slip under and rest her hand against the lower curve of (Y/N)'s stomach.

I nod, stepping into place, the others scattered around the bed, tense and waiting, ready to step in, bodies close to give comfort.

There's a small hum as she murmurs a charm, eyes fluttering and narrowing to her stomach, fingers rubbing circles against (Y/N)'s skin.

And there's the barest slightest sound of a small pop.

And a shuddered gasp from above, wetness pooling on the towel we'd lowered her hips onto. And as Yoongi hyung quickly draws it away, I'm moving to clean her legs, careful as my hands brush against her thighs.

"She's dilating a lot. I think she's almost ready to push." I say, straightening up.

Before I can turn, there are hands reaching for the towels.

"Focus on her hyung." Jiminie. Hand briefly encasing my wrist.

Strong reassurance. Faith. Love. Strength. Weaving around me.

And when the next set of contractions hit. Sharper, more frequent and intense, her hands curl into Jin hyung's and Tae's. Not letting go, face ducking to hide the tears, a keening sound of pain tearing out her throat.

"You're almost there sweetheart." MJ soothes. At the head of the bed, at hand to administer charms to soothe and settle.

As much as we wanted to we couldn't numb the contractions. Couldn't numb them because then we wouldn't know how close she was to giving birth.

But we could dull the pain. And yet despite that she was hurting.

It feels like a long stretch of time before eomma steps forward, eyes clinical as she examines (Y/N).

"She's ready. Sweet one whenever you're ready to start pushing." She encourages.

Her gaze is glassy and unfocused with pain, shiny red eyes that look around the room, trying to take count of all of us. Making sure we're all here.

And her eyes settle on MJ.

Something so inexplicably tender about his gaze as it settles on her.

"I've got you mallow. We've gone through a lot together, we'll get through this together too." He promises. Leaning to press a tender kiss to her head when it moves instinctively towards him. Towards where he stands beside Tae.

A look of determination filters through the tears and distress.

"Together." I echo.

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And it's an hour after her waters have broken, already so dilated that (Y/N)'s able to push with, mercifully, considerably less pain than she had been before.

Hands curled in the hands of two mates, eyes burning with fire as she pushed. Joon, Yoongi hyung, Kookie and Jiminie at the foot of the bed. Jiminie's hands constantly curled around her leg, stabilising her, Kookie's on the other- maintaining her energy. The two of them working together to help her to keep pushing through.

Yoongi hyung looks drained. Shadowed face that's set with resolve as he keeps the emotions from fluctuating and spiking, dragging down emotional spurts to stop everyone from being overwhelmed, to stop us from being pushed into worry. He takes it all into himself. And looks to steadily worsen. Eyes burning a flickering red, as if the energy was spluttering out of him.

Silently Kookie reaches back for him, pulsing out energy two ways.

Joon's eomma is a constant wave of support. Whether it's silently brushing hands across the back of Kookie and Jiminie's heads. Whether it's to help me as (Y/N) shakes and trembles, writhing as if to get away from the pain, crying out and face strained. Pushing and pushing.

Or whether it's to draw another tonic to her lips, gaze fond and tender as she helps her only daughter.

But finally. Finally an hour later (Y/N) slumps. Sagging into the mattress and eomma reaches forward with a pair of surgical scissors to cut the umbilical cord, hands careful as she dabs the small bundle clean and brings it to (Y/N).

Jin hyung moves to undo the lacing of the gown she'd been changed into, drawing away the fabric to leave her torso bare.

His eyes brimming with tears as eomma sets down a bare figure onto her chest. (Y/N)'s hand wavers as it rises, disentangling from both mates to reach towards her chest.

Her own tears trickling down afresh when her hands touch red skin.

Bloodied but uncaring.

"My dear loves...congratulations. You finally got your baby girl." Eomma whispers.

But her voice carries. Hushed and reverent and so warm.

Baby girl.

Our baby girl.

"My baby. We've waited so long for you." (Y/N) whispers, lips damp with her tears as she cradles our baby on her chest.

My eyes burn, stinging when a fitful wailing begins, weak and new.

Foreign but yet it feels so intimately known. As if we'd always know what our baby's cry would sound like.

And I cry. Cry as Tae helps (Y/N), sliding an arm around her as she cries cradling our baby, hands settling on bare skin to soothe, eyes unable to tear away from the sight.

And when Joon wraps me up in an embrace, hands looped around my waist from behind, the sight blurs but I don't look away.

Don't look away as she carefully scoops our baby up, lips pressing to her temple and looks at Jin hyung.

Looks at Jin hyung who she hands our girl over to.

Jin hyung who cries with abandon, should shaking and hands so gentle as he scoops up our baby.

"You finally got your wish Jinnie." (Y/N) sighs.

Body slumped against Tae who presses kiss after kiss to her skin.

Skin damp with sweat, eyes flickering back and forth from red to her own, cheeks wet with tears.

But I've never seen a more radiant and beautiful sight.

Body exhausted.

And leaning gratefully into our mate.

And the sweet gentle air that brushes across (Y/N), a gentle curl of wind that winds around (Y/N) is soft too. The house soothing her now that it's all over.

"Our girl. Our girl." Joon whispers to me.

A secret. Giddy whispers.

Our girl.

And it's then I realise that only we remain. MJ and eomma long gone. Vanished to leave us be.

In the circle, in this shared space of just family. Just each other.

And our newest addition.

Our baby girl.

Our little miracle.

(SORRY FOR THE DELAY WITH THIS CHAPTER BUT I TOOK A DAY AWAY FROM WRITING TO CELEBRATE MY BIRTHDAY SO TO MAKE UP FOR IT I BRING THIS! I COME BEARING A GIFT. WHOO! BABY GIRL IS HERE AND I. AM. READY. IT'S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I WROTE A BIRTH CHAPTER SO I THINK I LOST MY TOUCH THERE BUT LET ME KNOW IF THE FEELS GOT THROUGH!! JOON'S MUM AS ONE OF THE STRONGEST HEALERS, MJ BECAUSE HE AND BABY MATE GO WAAAAAY BACK AND OF COURSE HOBI HOBI!! THE BABY IS HERE! I REPEAT THE BABY IS HERE! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! AND HOUSE DIDN'T FEATURE AS MUCH BUT!! IT'S TOO SHOCKED...GIDDY TOO SO PLEASE PARDON IT! I HOPE I DID THIS LOOOOONG WAIT JUSTICE! SO MANY BABY MOMENTS TO COME!! ANY NAME IDEAS~ MAYHAPS ONE OF THEM WILL BE CHOSEN!! LET'S SEE WHAT THE NEXT UPDATE BRINGS! TAKE CARE AND STAY SAFE AND ENJOY!!)

Each year is a blessing, each day is a gift, take time to relish and truly enjoy the present before it's gone and we remain with regrets. Treat each day as the first and last and live with an appetite for more, for the new, for adventures. Live and live fully!

Borahae! 💜💜💜

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