(Y/N) POV:

I sigh in relief when I finally get to sit down, the short trek from the car to the living room had made me more winded than the past few weeks, next to me Hobi oppa squeezes my hand reassuringly- an influx of energy entering my body.

But that energy can't push away and abate the persistent backaches, that sharp throb of pain at my lower back which twinges every time I shift, that refuses to let me sit in comfort, or lean against one of my soulmate's without needing to move constantly or help them get me into a seating position that doesn't make my body protest.

I glare at my feet, swollen and aching, and try to bite back the groan of discomfort when I can feel our baby shifting restlessly inside- perhaps just as eager as the rest of us for them to come out, finally into the world. There's a slight shift and Joon oppa is looking down at me sorrowfully from where he's perched on the edge of the couch.

"Is there anything we can do?" he asks, feeling a bit helpless.

And his voice mirrors exactly how I feel, that there's nothing that can be done to abate this heavy weighed down feeling, as my body struggles to manage with an additional weight inside me, pushing and straining my body to help accommodate it as much as possible.

Today had been the last check-up, the next time I'd be going to the hospital would be to deliver our baby, the little bean who had become so active inside me, constantly shifting, and moving- nudging against the walls of my womb.

I craved to eat so many things but now were foods I had to avoid- I missed caffeine, I missed fried food, spicy food and above all I missed chocolate. I had had meltdowns already- one triggered by an unassuming Tae who had come home only last week bearing fried chicken and I had taken one look at the delectable forbidden food he bore and burst into tears. He'd been stricken, quick to rush out to the kitchen and remove it from sight, guiltily re-entering and scooping me into a hug, feet hastening. But it was just bothering me. It was something I couldn't have.

We couldn't even fit into the large shared bed anymore as seven, my grown stomach had made it difficult for us to fit together, all of us bunched up uncomfortably until I'd just sighed and asked Kookie to help me out of bed, sorrowfully trailing out of the room and heading to Kookie's bed instead where he'd wrapped me up in a backhug and soothed me to sleep with his soft melodic voice- singing a lullaby to both me and our baby inside.

There was also a soreness and heaviness across my entire body, my chest had grown- and now sat heavy, filled with milk, and became extremely sensitive. Whilst all of the guys had been quick to reassure me, whisper to me that my curvier frame was something they adored; it didn't make the self-depreciation and insecurity vanish instantly. Dealing with the changes happening to my body took a lot of time and even now I didn't know if I was truly happy with the thicker, curved version of me; developed into a body suited for motherhood.

But the guys adored me. Showered me with their love as much as possible. Doted on me. And slowly wore away at those doubts and fears.

And Jinnie oppa brings forward a tray of food but also someone else with him. A face that makes the dam break and tears to wrack my body, the others shifting to me in alarm- turning from where they're all situated around the living room.

JB oppa rushes forward, hugging my shaking body towards him, cradling my head into his stomach, letting me soak through his shirt with tears without complaint and just holding me. Cradling and rocking me towards him, and even if my back twinges in pain- there's no way I want to move from the security and comfort of his hold. 

When the tears finally quieten, he kneels down in front of me, looking up at me with eyes that have never lessened in how understanding and knowing they are.

And I know he's reading all the unspoken thoughts in my head, all my worries and fears and doubts about becoming a mother, about having the responsibility for another life. And my inner rants for the small things I miss, and how much it hurts but nothing can really alleviate the discomfort until the baby is born.

And then he smiles softly at me and leans forward to press a soft kiss to my temple.

"I know kitten. But I can promise that it'll all be fine, because you're our strong brave kit, you can get through this. You're not alone. You have your seven soulmates and you have me and the others. You really think we're going to let you feel alone and unsupported for even a single second?" he asks gently, and I shake my head through blurry eyes, hiccupping slightly at how ridiculous it sounds now that it's been voiced aloud.

"Never jagi, we're here for you now and forever. We're going to help in every way." Tae says, and I don't know when he and Hobi oppa switched spaces but he gently tugs me towards him, turning my body so it's cradled in between his legs- a solid presence of heat and warmth behind me.

I lean desperately into him, resting my hand on his leg and allowing myself to bask in that moment and forget those worries- to push them away.

"It's only a matter of a few days." Minnie says from where's planted himself on the ground next to me, head resting against where Tae's thigh is.

A few days...a few days and everything will change again.

Where the worries and fears directed to the baby growing inside will become reality- I don't know how to be a mother, I don't know how to deal with a precious life and hold it dear and keep it safe.

I realise my thoughts begin to spiral just as Jinnie oppa makes a wounded noise and moves forward and JB oppa speaks.

"You'll be a wonderful mother. We all know it." He says firmly.

And the others agree- voicing that I'll be a better mother than they could be fathers.

That they should be worried more about whether our baby will bond or scream whenever they hold them.

It makes me laugh watery chuckles when I see Kookie exaggeratedly waving his hands as he gesticulates the amount of worries he has, hands spinning further out in massive circles until they bash with both Namjoon oppa and Yoongi oppa- the two giving him glares before tugging him into their laps by turn to silence his apologies with giggling kisses.

I turn my lips to Tae, silently pleading for them to land on mine and he does so without hesitation, second thought or preamble- as if he'd been waiting for me to turn.

His lips land on mine, soft and gentle- the kiss tasting slightly like the salt of my tears which had trailed down my face and onto the corner of my mouth. But he kisses away the sadness, a gentle but constant pressure of his lips moulding mine to his, slowly exploring them in a promise of forever. He groans lowly into my mouth, my mouth parting in a gasp when the cradle his legs form tighten around me, pulling me into him. His tongue plunges in at the opportunity and controls my tongue and engaging it into entangling it with his, dominantly controlling the movements, roving over and through my mouth with a searing intensity that belies the gentle way his hand cradles my face, tilting it up for him to have deeper, unrestrained access to. And it's not willingly we part but after the first whimper slips out, there's a teasing loud cough. And we separate, lips swollen and glistening and cheeks flushed but when I catch sight of JB oppa's knowing teasing smile, I duck my head into Tae's chest- not wanting to resurface but Tae chuckles as his arms tighten reassuringly around me.

"What? We weren't doing anything wrong." He retorts proudly, evoking laughs all around even as I hear some mutters from Jinnie oppa for someone to save him from potential heart failure and for JB oppa to mutter that perhaps he should've come along with the others.

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The bag for the hospital is packed, sitting ready in the storage cupboard- items picked by my soulmates and approved by me. There's some things for the baby too, and seeing it makes me overwhelmed with the knowledge that the new addition to our family is days away.

There's a new tension in the house, sometimes lingering silently, sometimes coating our words as we lie together, knees touching and hearts lying there between us- open and vulnerable in those last few moments together, undisturbed with the cries of a baby.

They all seek me out at some point, one by one, each with their hearts on their sleeves as they confide their fears too- maybe so I feel assured, maybe because they don't want to seem like they're panicking when the others don't seem to be. But it's the same, and I tell them all that they'll make wonderful fathers, ones who'll raise their child beautifully.

There's no definitive way of telling who the father is, not that it mattered to any of us, but the date of conception went back to when Kookie came home announcing that his company GCF had taken on a huge contract and Yoongi's music had made it into a film, the others also sharing their joys and the only way we'd been able to celebrate together and beyond sentiments and words had been by sharing our bodies, and laying ourselves bare as we lost ourselves in each other over and over again that long night.

But the next day when I come down the stairs, aided mostly by Minnie's firm strength as he helped me down each step slowly and carefully- him having been the most recent visitor to my room with his fears, I step into the kitchen fully intending to talk to all of them and tell them that fear won't make them seem less to each other, we all have the same fears and it's normal.

But when I step around the kitchen table, heading over to greet Yoongi oppa who shoots me a gummy smile when I press a kiss to his neck- I help him bring the plates of food to the table, albeit slowly and waddling.

But when the final plate is set down by me, there's a sudden shift that makes me clutch tightly at the chair in front of me, right where Kookie sits. A shift that changes that moment and transforms it from it's light ambience.

There's a slight sensation as if something has popped and then I feel the beginning of a trickle down my thighs, increasing slightly and when I look down a small puddle is beginning to form.

The sight of it spurs me into a mixture of panic, excitement, and worry.

And as calmly as I can manage, without trying to freak everyone out- especially Kookie who had twisted to shoot me a good morning, looking at me so brightly.

"My waters just broke." I mutter.

But the sudden silence that descends tells me everyone has heard.

And then.

Chaos.

(THERE YOU GO! PART 1 OF THE LABOUR FINALLY HAPPENING- JUST A LOOOONG BUILD-UP TO IT THAT'S ALL! HOW WAS IT? LET ME KNOW! OBVIOUSLY- I HAVE NOT YET EXPERIENCED PREGNANCY, SO I CANNOT BE SURE THAT MY DETAILS ARE COMING ACROSS AS ACCURATE OR EVEN REALISTIC- THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH THAT GOOGLING CAN TAKE YOU, AND I'M SURE GOOGLE IS JUDGING MY SEARCH HISTORY NOW, THE SACRIFICES I MAKE FOR YOU ALL. PART 2 WILL BE THE LABOUR AND ACTUAL BIRTH OF THE BLESSING WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! NOW- GOT TO DASH! THE GUYS ARE PANICKING! HEHE...STAY SAFE AND TAKE CARE LOVES!)

QUESTION....maximum age-gap you'd be happy with in a relationship?

Mine is...max age gap...5 years I'd say.

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3