As you got bigger, it became harder to cuddle at night. Yoongi would usually pull you close to his chest as you faced each other, but it was no longer physically possible.

You'd resorted to hugging the special pillow he got you and, in turn, he curled up around you and back-hugged you.

Since he kept up with his habit of rubbing your stomach, you took advantage of those moments to apply cream and keep your skin healthy and stretchy. It was oddly comforting and it felt like sweet bonding time for Yoongi as he could feel the baby kicking.

Your hyperemesis got better as months went by, but thanks to Yoongi you were used to drinking lots of ginger tea to simultaneously help with the nausea and stay hydrated.

The weight gain wasn't a lot even when you weren't as sick, but you seemed to get huge all of a sudden.

When Yoongi's oversized clothes started stretching over your stomach, he made sure to get you larger sizes so you'd always be comfortable.

You were still as adorable as ever in his eyes, wearing loose clothes, but now the sleeves and legs were ridiculously long as the sizes got bigger.

"I can do it" you protested as he rolled up the legs of a pair of sweats and sewed the cuffs so you wouldn't trip and hurt yourself walking around.

"Can you really?" he glanced over at you briefly, raising and eyebrow. You'd probably stab your belly or not even be able to bend over the piece of clothing.

"No" you muttered feeling defeated and laid back on the armrest of the couch. Yoongi sitting next to you focused on doing his job right.

"Thank you" you said with a small smile and he smiled to himself without raising his eyes.

"It's okay, jagi" he said as he neatly folded the pants and grabbed another pair to repeat the process.

"For making sure I'm comfortable and getting me things to make it all easier for me. For cooking my meals so I don't get an upset stomach and follow the doctor's diet; for making sure I fit in my clothes no matter how big I am" you choked and started crying.

Yoongi looked at you with knitted eyebrows and put everything down on the coffee table.

"Jagi, it's alright" he said motioning with his hands for you to come closer and you sat in between his legs so he could back-hug you. It was just awkward from the front these days.

"I'm sorry I ruined your clothes" you sniffled. "I don't fit in them anymore, but I still wanted you close" you lamented.

"You didn't, I didn't mind. I got you bigger clothes so they wouldn't be tight and uncomfortable."

"What size are they?" you hadn't ever really felt uncomfortable with your appearance before. But you'd always needed his reassurance that he liked what he saw.

"You're pregnant, jagi. It doesn't matter, it means nothing."

"Do you like the way I look?" you asked softly and his heart sank in his chest. "I don't look tiny in your clothes anymore" you added knowing he found that endearing.

"You still look tiny with the new clothes I got you" he pointed out and kissed your cheek with a little smirk.

"And it's cute when you tell me not to shorten the sleeves so much you can't curl your cuffs into sweater paws" Yoongi pressed another kiss on your cheek hoping that made you feel better.

"Just cute?" you pouted pitifully and he laughed softly at the sight.

"Do you mean if I find you attractive? I do" he guessed knowing what sorts of questions you usually asked when you were feeling insecure.

"Really?" you questioned him not seeing how he could.

"You still provoke me and challenge me all the same, that's all I need" he said amused at your disbelief.

"And you don't care what I look like?"

"No. I'm not going to change my mind about how I feel because you are carrying my kid, I wanted this too. I love you, jagi"

"I love you too" you said with a sweet smile and he smiled satisfied. "You know, usually men don't see it that way when their wife is pregnant" you pointed out and he raised an eyebrow.

"So I'm not man enough? I think you mean douchebags. Getting their girls pregnant and not expecting them to gain weight and look...well, pregnant?" Yoongi scoffed. He wasn't offended, he was playing with you. But he was so reassuring without even trying.

"So you said you miss me when I'm at work?" he teased you changing topics suddenly, "you need me close?"

He slid out from behind you and stood up to pull down his pants. He chuckled when your eyes widened.

"W-what are you doing? I believe you" you hurried to say as he took off his hoodie and then his t-shirt. Was he trying to prove something?

"Getting ready for bed" he said flatly as if it was obvious. He grabbed a pair of your sweats and put them on, then replaced his t-shirt for one of your new ones and finally put on one of your hoodies.

"You're going to sleep in my clothes?" he chuckled at the question.

"What, you can wear my clothes, but I can't wear yours?" he retorted pretending to be offended once more, as if you didn't want to share.

"It's fine, it's just..." you started not knowing what to say, he smirked amused.

"Come on, let's go to bed. I'll give them back to you in the morning" Yoongi said extending his hand for you to take it.

It was such a small gesture, but it warmed your heart. All because you said his clothes made you feel close to him. Now these would have his scent and warmth too to comfort you when he leaves for work in the morning.

"Yoongi" you whispered now curled up in bed, clinging onto your pillow as he spooned you. He hummed to let you know he was only half asleep and listening.

"I'm scared" you said and he was caught off guard. You'd been a champ all along, putting up with everything and reassuring him. He held you tighter.

"It's okay. I'm scared too" he shared and you felt the same kind of shock. He'd kept a cool head and diligently taken care of you all throughout your pregnancy.

Yoongi had been your shoulder to lean on when you didn't feel like you could get through this when things got hard. He hadn't said a single word when you were too emotional or irrationally angry at him.

He was the calm and collected one as usual and you were the impulsive and excitable one he knew so well. At no point did he hold it against you or lose his patience.

"You are?" you asked feeling bad that he was only sharing this now, but then so were you.

"Yes, I don't want to lose you, jagi" he mumbled pressing his forehead to your shoulder as he felt himself blush.

"Are you afraid I'm going to die giving birth? It's going to be fine!" you reassured him and he swallowed hard. He hadn't even considered that, he went in a little internal panic.

"Oh god, no. I meant I don't want to be your number two. Why did you have to say that??" he complained about your having planted this idea in his head.

"Why would you be number two?"

"You...would you-" he tried to get the words out despite feeling like his thoughts were hurtful and disappointing.

"Finding you was the best thing that happened to me. I don't want to be second best to our baby. I'll love you just as much. I'll love her too, I'm sorry" he muttered hurriedly feeling ashamed.

You slowly turned on your side and looked at him in the eye. He didn't like what he was feeling, he didn't like himself right now and you could tell.

"Jagi, I could never love you any less. It's different with us and with her. I'll be her mom and you'll be her dad, our relationships are going to be one of a kind with our daughter. What if she's a daddy's girl?"

Yoongi blinked confused, you were scared of being replaced or not being loved too? He thought he was being ridiculous, but it didn't sound like it when you expressed the same concerns.

"I really don't think I'll be that great, I don't know anything about little girls" he shared.

"You can do more than I can. If I tried to bake cookies with her I'd end with burnt lumps" you said seriously and he chuckled.

"I've done ponytails for the maknaes, that's my best. Impressive, right?" he deadpanned joking about his lack of skills.

"She'll be bald, Yoongi" you said giggling at how far ahead he was thinking.

"She won't be able to eat your lumps either, she'll be a newborn" he countered not understanding why his statement was any less valid than yours.

You both burst out laughing, feeling a little lighter. A little less alone and afraid, you had each other, you'd be okay. You could figure it out together as you always had with every new challenge life presented you.