"What am I supposed to do about prenatal visits?" I ask Jimin, annoyance seeping into my tone.

Despite my promise not to get an abortion, Jimin is still refusing to allow me to set up an appointment with an ob-gyn. I walk past Jimin, grabbing my phone regardless of his protests. If I'm going to have a baby, damnit, it's gonna be a healthy one.  No matter what Jimin says.

"You can't, " he tells me, pushing me against the wall and prying the cellphone from my grasp. "They'll know. They'll know that there's something different about the baby."

His beautiful irises are blown wide with anxiety.

"Different how?" I screech.

Despite still being early into the pregnancy my hormones have already begun to increase, and all of the secrecy and complexity of the situation at hand frightens me. Not to mention that my baby bump has already begun to make an appearance, cheating me out of the ability to wear any of my favorite clothes.

I'm stressed, and frightened. And now I'm angry. Why can't this man just give me some straight answers for once?

"She's not human, " he tells me softly. "And she's also a first really. It's not very common for a Fae and a human to procreate. There's no telling how much she'll differ from either of our species."

"First of all, she?" I ask in confusion. "And secondly, I can't exactly stay healthy or keep baby healthy if I'm not getting prenatal care. And Jimin, what will we do about delivery? There's not a chance in hell that either you or Joonie are going to deliver this child."

"I know love, that's why Joonie's been working on waking our eldest brother, Jin." He tells me confidently. "Jin will be more than capable of taking care of you, I promise."

I sigh in frusteration. Great. Just great.  What's one more fairy prince when there's already two here? No big deal right? Except that, in my moodiness, it feels like a big deal.

"Jimin, " I utter "you really need to start asking me before bringing people into my house."

For a moment Jimin looks at me in surprise, before a particularly contrite expression breaks out upon his face.

"I'm so sorry, " he apologizes. "I really have the best intentions though. I just want my wife and child to be healthy, whole, and safe."

He attempts to wrap his arms around me, but I push him away.

"Jimin, we still need to talk." I tell him softly. "I never agreed to being your wife. How could I? Our worlds are so far apart, so very different."

I sigh dejectedly. Suddenly I'm not quite so angry, in fact I'd say that I feel rather deflated.

"I'll never be welcomed in your world, and you will always belong to your people. Namjoon's explained a little bit to me. Jimin, I'm not under any obligation to be your wife. I'm human."

He looks as if I've torn the heart straight from his chest. With wide, terrified eyes he stares at me before busting into a frenetic flurry of activity.

He grabs my face, cradling it in his hands as if it were made of the most precious china.

"Please don't say that, " he begs me brokenly. His whispered voice becomes even quieter as he continued. "I can't live with out you now, I don't even want to."

"Why do you have to make this so hard?" I whine.

No matter how much my brain tells me that all of this is wrong, my body doesn't seem to get the memo. No matter how many times I push Jimin away, in the end I only want him to hold me even more tightly.

It's addicting, the love that this man gives me. My own feelings only complicate the matter even further.

"Nothing has to be difficult, " Jimin pleads. "Why do we have to be difficult at at all? Let's run away. Or just stay here, forever. Just me, you, and our children. Just us, love. Just us isn't difficult at all. I know you feel that."

They sound like the words of a maniac, and yet, its the truth. Being with Jimin is so easy, in the moment. But when time begins to catch up all I can do is think about all the ways in which we could never work.

Speaking of time, add one more reason to the ever growing list. Jimin will live for a much longer time than I. And in all likelihood, by the time I am old and wrinkled Jimin will not be. He'll still be young, and beautiful.

"Evie, listen to me." He whispers softly, cruel unshed tears glistening softly just behind his eyelids. "None of the problems that you are cooking up matter, cuz you love me and I love you. We don't need anything else. I never wanted to become King, and I certainly don't care about my father's rules. I can keep you safe. If you'll trust me."

I am tempted to remind him of the incident with the creature from the winter court, but I don't. But I think that, at this point, Jimin has developed the ability to read my mind.

He begins to panic, tears now flowing freely. Just like that night.

"Please Evie, you'd be condemning me to a fate worse than death. I'll never love another." He tells me tearfully. "It's only you, for the rest of eternity."

I cave, ever so slightly. How can I not when he is gazing at me with those crystalline eyes, devoid of all hope?

"Jimin, " I sigh, grabbing his hand as I speak. "I want to try, but-"

"That's enough for me!" He exclaims, throwing himself upon me in joy.