Bonus: ABO Scenes - Chapter 69

Taehyung

Sleepily, my eyes blinked open, my vision was blurred and I tumbled over the edge of consciousness.

My eyes finally adjusted to the glaring sunlight a few seconds later.

Jungkook was still wrapped in my arms, his body anchored into mine.

My throat felt suddenly dry, I swallowed past the lump forming there. I pressed my hand more firmly into his body. The towel had fallen away and I was now skin to skin with his belly.

My eyes widened when I found my hand over his round stomach.

His stomach was stretched tight, the skin was still surprisingly soft.

I stayed frozen for a second, too scared to move.

I stared at the contrast of my hand over his skin.

While even bruised, he radiated beauty, my hand was big and rough, my palm taking about half of the fullness of his round stomach. I was still staring at Jungkook's abdomen and instinctively, I started to rub small circles.

When I realized what I was doing, I went to snatch my hand away but stopped dead.

My eyes widened, my breath left my lungs in a loud whoosh.

What the hell.

There.

It happened again.

The first time was so light that I barely felt it but this time, it was harder.

My hand had moved when I felt it.

Was that...?

I leaned closer, my face only inches away from Jungkook's stomach. I waited and counted the seconds in my head. When I started to give up, it happened again and then again.

Harder this time.

I flinched and pulled away quickly.

"Mommy, can I feel the baby?"

She took my hand and placed it on her round belly. As soon as my palm made contact with her stomach, I felt a hard kick.

"She kicks hard," I whispered.

"You used to kick harder."

"I was feeling Princess moving."

Swallowing hard against the unwelcome memories, I placed my hand over Jungkook's pregnant belly again.

I felt it again.

A kick.

Or was it a punch?

It - the baby - was moving and I was feeling him.

Without thinking, I caressed the spot where the baby just kicked.

"You have finally decided to make your presence known," I whispered.

There was another slight movement and I stared at Jungkook's stomach in awe.

Completely mesmerized.

I had come to a point where I didn't know how to feel - I didn't understand what I was feeling. One moment I hated the idea of the baby, while the next I was mesmerised by his movement. The way my chest tightened and my heart fluttered told me a different story.

I didn't hate the idea of the baby.

I hated the situation.

But the baby came with this situation.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the baby moved again.

Pulling my hand away, I shook my head and looked up.

My heart stuttered and I swore it stopped for a second.

Beautiful brown eyes stared back at me.

I stared back, trying to catch my breath.

For so long, I wanted to look into those eyes.

And now I was.

My lips wobbled into a small smile and I sat up, leaning forward into him. Jungkook's eyes were a glimmering colour of chocolate diamonds. They sparkled brighter in the light of the morning sun. His black hair was splayed across the pillows as he blinked sleepily at me.

So beautiful.

Jungkook looked like an Angel.

A real Angel.

My Jungkook was back.

I couldn't help but smile as I reached to palm his cheek.

"Jungkook," I croaked, rubbing my thumb over his velvety soft skin, his cherry lips.

"Y... you... ha... ve his eyes.