ADDT’L ABO SCENES: Hospital Birthing Scene

Jungkook

I woke up with an uncomfortable feeling in my lower region.

My stomach's stiff and tightened for a moment, moving around, trying to get rid of the awful feeling. My stomach and back muscles contract and my eyes snapped open when I felt a gush between my legs.

Oh.

Oh.

Not again.

I pinched my eyes closed in embarrassment.

This would be the second time I peed the bed this week.

It's mortifying.

Thank God Taehyung was downstairs.

Last time, he was unlucky.

My cheeks heated as I struggled in a sitting position.

It was the middle of the night, we were both sleeping and I had the urge to pee badly. I was too late, though, by the time I was able to get up, I had already peed.

Right there on the bed.

I cried in embarrassment and Taehyung woke up.

The tears just kept flowing at how shameful it was.

Damn hormones, it's amplifying every emotion I had.

Taehyung never complained, being the gentleman he was. He kissed me softly on my forehead and got up from the bed. After helping me stand up, he walked us to the bathroom and pulled me into the shower.

While I stood there crying, he took care of me, showering me with care and then drying me with a soft towel. Taehyung had dressed me again in a clean nightgown. He had even removed the wet sheet and had a clean blanket on, then he held me in his arms until I had fallen asleep again.

This time I was on my own, I was slightly grateful for that.

I got off the bed and looked down at the wet blanket.

My eyebrows furrowed when the fluid kept leaking out.

I was still peeing!

Wasn't that too much?

I stomped my foot in frustration but then paused.

The fluid trickled down my legs as I stared at the bed.

This wasn't normal.

The fluid was clear... I touched the wet spot with two fingers and brought it to my nose.

It didn't smell.

When realization dawned, my mouth fell open.

OH!

Ignoring the wet trail I was leaving behind, I waddled to the bathroom as quickly as I could, which wasn't too quick.

My belly was huge.

Even Dr Solar said I was really big for my body size.

Taehyung loved it, though.

He showered my pregnant belly with so much love, he mentioned a couple of times that he loved me pregnant.

Because it showed everyone that I was his.

Such an Alpha response, I could understand his Alpha traits and his possessive tendencies.

My back was aching as I stripped off and took a quick shower. After changing into clean clothes and walked out.

I glanced at the bed one final time and left the room.

The pack's servants would have to clean it.

Slowly, I walked down the stairs.

I came to a stop on the final step when I noticed the men in the living room. Jimin and his mom, Hae-sook, were there too, they were both sewing baby booties for Princess.

Perfect.

I had everyone in one place.

When Taehyung noticed me, he immediately stood up, "Jungkook! Why are you walking down the stairs alone?" he bellowed, making his way to me.

He looked really mad and I almost flinched at his loud tone.

Taehyung held me by the waist and half-carried me to the sofa. I planted my feet on the floor before he could push me into a sitting position.

"Wait," I muttered.

He paused.

I swallowed hard and felt suddenly nervous.

He took my silence in a bad way and started panicking.

"What is it, Jungkook? Is something wrong? Is it the baby? Are you hurt? Are you in pain?"

"No. I'm okay. Everyone, stay calm. It's all good and okay."

He raised an eyebrow and waited for me to continue, my gaze went to everyone before meeting Taehyung's again.

"My water broke." I could hear the excitement in my voice as I waited for their reaction.

There were about five seconds of shock and silence before, "What?!," everyone exploded in chaos.

"Shit!" I heard Hoseok exclaimed by the door, he was practically ready to make a run for it.

"We're not fvcking ready!" Namjoon was shouting at the others.

"Oh dear," Hae-sook said on the sofa placing the knit she was doing in a small basket.

"Oh my God! You're not due for another two days!" Jimin screams at my side. Namjoon was already taking a few steps back.

Seokjin looked like he was about to faint.

That last one was Taehyung.

For the first time, he appeared almost speechless.

He looked at me like I had grown two heads.

All the men had the same expression on their faces.

"You're not ready. We're not ready. The baby isn't supposed to come out now. Solar said... another two days! We have another two days, Jungkook!" Taehyung rambled.

His eyes were filled with fear when he palmed my very pregnant belly. There was a hard kick, one that I felt in my lower stomach and my back contracted painfully.

"Oww..," I muttered, rubbing the sore spot.

"What's wrong?"

Taehyung's eyes went even wider with panic, pulling me closer, protectively and pointedly nodded at Seokjin.

"Get the car," he demanded.

Seokjin stared at me, not moving an inch.

"I think he's in shock," I whispered to Taehyung.

"Seokjin!" Taehyung bellowed this time.

I winced and sighed at the catastrophe in front of me. Seokjin snapped back to the present, tripped over his own feet, broke Hae-sook's favourite vase and went down in a heap. He laid there for a second before quickly getting back up and running out of the door.

"Namjoon, go get Jungkook's bag. Princess's bag is in the piano room," Jimin ordered as he came to stand by Taehyung's side.

"Hoseok, can you make sure Seokjin doesn't crash into something with the car? I don't think he can drive at the moment," I told him.

Hoseok looked the calmest.

Well, as calm as he could be in this situation. If it was his choice, he would have been out of the door by now.

At my suggestion, he nodded and quickly ran out to check on Seokjin.

"Are you having any contractions?" Hae-sook gently asked, coming to my side.

Taehyung glowered before coming to stand in front of me.

"No. Nothing yet. My water broke about twenty minutes ago. Or a little less," I explained.

"Hmm... you'll probably start your contractions before you reach the hospital," she continued.

I nodded in understanding.

"How bad will it be?"

While speaking, my gaze stayed on Taehyung.

"It's different for everyone, dear. I can't say for sure."

I hummed in response, watching my man silently freak out at the thought of his omega mate giving birth. He was already sweating heavily, I noticed his hands shaking at his side.

Placing a handout, I waited for Taehyung to take it.

When he did, I pulled him to me, my round belly was cradled against Taehyung's lower abdomen as I hugged him.

"I'm going to be fine. You need to breathe or you're going to pass out and I can't have you passing out on me, Taehyung," I said softly against his chest.

I could feel Hae-sook and Jimin at my side.

They were practically plastered against me, not that I was complaining. I was glad for their support. I needed it more than I would admit. Taehyung's arms went around me, hugging me tightly. I felt him relax as he breathed out, my ear over his chest, I could hear and feel his pounding heart.

It matched my own.

I was a nervous wreck inside - panicking and trying to act as calm as I could. If everyone else was freaking out, they needed someone to be calm. It appeared that the pregnant omega himself was going to be the peacemaker.

"Are you hurting?" he asked quietly.

I could hear the hint of fear in his deep voice.

I shook my head before pulling away.

"I'm okay. For now, we just need to get to the hospital."

"I got the bag!"

Namjoon practically screamed from the top of the stairs.

"The car is here. It's parked."

Hoseok came rushing in, screaming too.

"Where the fvck is the baby's bag?" Taehyung snapped.

"Huh?" Namjoon looked at the bag he was holding stupidly, "I got Jungkook's bag."

"You are useless," he grunted, taking off himself. I watched him run up the stairs as I felt another pain shoot up my spine.

I winced, my hand going to rub at my back.

"What's wrong?" Jimin asked nervously.

"My back is hurting," I finally admitted.

Just then I felt my stomach cramp, it wasn't too painful but it was enough to make me gasp in shock. It felt like my skin was stretching, my lower belly felt heavy, it was an uncomfortable feeling.

"The contractions have started, haven't they?" Hae-sook said with a knowing look.

I nodded.

"Will you be coming with us?" I asked Hae-sook, with a pout.

She shook her head, "Jimin will be there for you. I'll stay home and get everything ready for the big homecoming. There is so much to do," Hae-sook sighed but with a happy, serene look on her face.

Hae-sook pressed her palm dramatically to her forehead and sighed. I rolled my eyes because it was such a Jimin move, "While Mom is busy, we'll pop the cutie out. It's a fair plan," Jimin added.

More like I would be doing the popping, I shuddered at the thought just as another intense ache went through my back and lower belly.

That hurt!

I need my Alpha.

It was only the beginning.

I felt a slight tremor of fear and the panic continued to rise.

"Jimin, you can't leave my side, okay?" I asked for reassurance.

He soothingly patted my arm, "I'm not gonna leave. Even if Taehyung threatens to snap my neck."

"Okay, good. Thank you!"

When I was finally reassured, we made our way out of the house. I was slow, much slower as each step felt too uncomfortable.

It felt like my stomach would drop any second now.

I heard a shout.

I furrowed my forehead in confusion.

Taehyung?

"I got the bag," he bellowed.

Jimin and I were just walking into the living room when we saw him practically beeline toward the door without even a glance our way.

Huh?

I waddled to the entrance with Jimin at my side. Just when we reached outside, we saw the two cars rushing out of the driveway as if some kind of demon was chasing them.

Wait, what?

WHAT?

"Did they just drive off without us?" Jimin growled at the empty parking spot, "Who's going to pop out the baby? Taehyung? Or Seokjin? Freaking stupid assholes."

I rubbed my temple tiredly.

This was a mess... a total mess.

When another pain coursed through my lower belly and I doubled over, the cars rushed back in.

Taehyung and Seokjin jumped out, almost falling in their haste.

"What the fvck? Why aren't you in the car?" Seokjin snapped.

Taehyung silently made his way to me and I gave a deadly glare.

There was a sheepish look on his face and mouthed a quick sorry.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Seung-won and Hae-jin coming from the courtyard. They looked at everyone gathered and their steps hastened to me.

"What's wrong?" Seung-won asked quickly.

"It's time. The baby is coming and he's two days early. That's not good. Not normal, right?"

Taehyung rattled back, his hand moulding over my stomach protectively. Hae-jin's and Seung-won's eyes widened, they paused with their mouths hanging open.

Great.

Just what I needed.

Two more panicking alphas.

"Taehyung, two days early is nothing. I'm sure everything is good," I tried to reason.

Hae-jin's and Seung-won's mouths snapped shut.

"It's time," Hae-jin muttered. "Fvck."

"It's okay. We got this. It's cool. Everyone stay calm. Stay calm. Hae-jin, we have done this before. We're good," Seung-won muttered back.

He was surprisingly calm.

Huh?

Hae-jin nodded.

"Yeah."

"Where the fvck is the car?" Seung-won suddenly bellowed.

Or not.

He was not calm.

These pack elders.

"The car is right behind you," Jimin returned, a look of exasperation on his pixy face.

"Right. Right. Let's getJungkook in the car. Get going, boys," Seung-won ordered harshly.

He sounded out of breath.

Taehyung swept me off my feet and cradled me to this chest.

"I got you, Angel."

I locked my arms behind his neck and held on. He carried us to the car. After placing me on the seat, he climbed in beside me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and held me to him before barking out his order.

"Let's go."

Jimin was half-sitting, his legs still out when the car tore out of the driveway.

"Fvcker!"

"Pull your tiny fvcking legs inside," Seokjin snapped.

"If you can give me the time, asshole," Jimin snapped back fiercely.

I pressed my forehead in the crook of Taehyung's neck and breathed in his manly smell.

Taehyung's smell, he tried to emit calming pheromones. The scent of his touched my nose and I sighed as my shoulders slowly relaxed.

He was tense underneath me, his legs felt like a rock. One of his hands was fisted at my hip while the other was gently rubbing my pregnant belly. From my position, I could feel his wild heart and the throbbing vein in his neck.

Placing a kiss there, I closed my eyes.

"It's going to be okay, my love," My voice was quiet, only for him to hear.

Taehyung's hand paused on my stomach. I felt him take several deep breaths and didn't say anything. The rest of the ride went quickly and silently as nobody spoke a word.

The tense air was suffocating.

When Taehyung helped me out of the car, it felt like I could finally breathe normally. He cradled me again in his arms and carried us into the hospital.

"Where is Dr Nam?" he shouted inside the entrance.

There were doctors, nurses and patients all around, everyone paused at his shout.

"You aren't supposed to shout," I muttered.

My cheeks heated under everyone's scrutinizing stares. Taehyung was completely oblivious to the attention he brought upon himself.

"Are you Kim Taehyung?" an elderly nurse asked.

"Yes," he growled, giving the woman a mean look, though she didn't look at all scared.

The elderly nurse just looked pissed that Taehyung was causing a commotion, "Dr Nam has already prepared a room for your mate. I'll lead the way," she continued before turning around without a second glance.

We followed her to the elevator, upon entering the elevator car, Taehyung didn't relinquish his hold on me. Not even when I tried to wiggle free.

"You can let me down now, I'm too heavy."

He glared at me and I stared back, waiting for him to calm down.

"No," he snapped.

Okay, now he sounded like a caveman.

"I can carry you," he continued, sounding much calmer now.

With a sigh, I shut up.

There was no point arguing.

He's in his alpha mode.

He would win in the end.

When we stepped out of the elevator, the nurse steered us to a room at the corner.

"You will be the only one on this floor. Your husband has it reserved for you."

My eyes widened when I realized she was speaking to me.

Reserved?

The whole floor?

I stared at Taehyung but he was concentrating in front of him as he led us to my room. The room looked nothing like I expected. It was a huge room with couches in the corner with a coffee table, a proper living room. The bed wasn't small either, it was most likely a king-size bed. Even the pillows looked too soft. The machines looked dainty next to the bed in the large room.

I guess Taehyung is prepared for this.

He settled me on the bed and pushed me back against the propped up pillows.

"Where is Solar?" Taehyung asked again.

His blue eyes stayed on mine, though.

"She's doing surgery right now," the nurse calmly replied as she fussed over me.

"What? She's supposed to be here. With Jungkook. Who's going to deliver the baby?" Taehyung shouted.

I rubbed my forehead as I watched him lose control yet again.

From the corner of my eye, I saw her checking the machines, then she came back to my side with a syringe.

"This won't hurt," she murmured, pushing the needle into my arm. I closed my eyes, refusing to watch what she was doing.

I winced but she was right.

It didn't hurt.

Just a tiny prickling sensation.

But Taehyung being Taehyung saw me wince and went crazy on the nurse.

"What did you do to my omega? What are you doing?"

If Seokjin didn't pull him back, Taehyung wouldn't have probably leap over the nurse.

Oh God.

Someone do something.

This was about to turn ugly.

"Sir, please calm down. I am just doing my job. With that said, your mate has just started his contractions. He won't give birth for many hours but then again, that just depends on his body and the baby. I have had a few omegas whose labour went as long as eighteen hours," the nurse

explained as kindly as she could.

But it was obvious she was losing patience.

And quickly.

"Your mate is not the first omega to give birth. He'll be fine," she muttered before walking out of the room.

"Well, he is my omega and he's giving birth for the first time," Taehyung retorted back, "There is a big difference!"

I closed my eyes, my head sinking into the pillow.

This was going to be a long ride.

A long, tiring ride with six overbearing, gun-carrying, ruthless alphas...

Who promptly panics at the idea of an omega giving birth.

~~~

When the contractions hit me again, it was impossible to hold my scream.

Letting out a bellowed shout, I tightened my fingers around Taehyung's hand.

Maybe I was crushing them impossibly tight.

Too tight.

I even caught him wincing a few times.

I didn't have the time to care when I felt another pain in my lower belly. It felt like my stomach was going to burst open any second now.

"Ouch. Ahhhh..." I cried out as another contraction hit. This time, I was full-on sobbing, "It hurts..."

I moaned, trying to find Taehyung's face through my blurry vision.

When something cold touched my forehead, I sighed.

So soothing.

Jimin had been doing this for a while now.

I was sweating, it was too warm and it hurt.

After wrapping some ice in a towel, he pressed it over my forehead and dragged it softly over my face.

Only Taehyung and Jimin were with me in the room.

Not that it stopped the others from bursting into the room whenever I screamed.

Like now.

"Shit. Is it time?" Seokjin practically broke the door in his haste.

"No. Jungkook still isn't fully dilated," Jimin replied, sounding tired.

"Oh, okay," he muttered, closing the door again.

"Taehyung, it hurts... too much..." I huffed as I felt another contraction coming.

"It's okay. Breathe. Breathe. Solar said breathe," he said stiffly.

I could hear the fear and panic in his voice.

His voice was too low... too soft for my liking.

The pain hit me harder than before and I screamed yet again, bearing down at the pain.

His voice was next to my ear, "Breathe, Jungkook. Breathe."

"I am breathing!" I screamed at him.

Anger suddenly swelled inside of me, I gripped his hand harder.

He hissed painfully.

That hurt?

Huh?

Huh?

I was pushing his baby out of my ass and he was complaining about his hand?

I tightened my fingers even more, maybe too much.

"Taehyung!" I hissed angrily.

Weren't my contractions coming too hard and too fast?

Taehyung was saying something incorrigible and I heard Jimin arguing with him.

My ears couldn't make out the words.

The pain was too much.

When Taehyung let go of my hand, I wanted to cry.

Why did he let my hand go?

Was I too mean?

No.

Come back!

Opening my eyes, I saw Taehyung pacing the length of the room.

He gripped his hair tight in frustration, I suddenly felt bad for taking my anger out on him.

For the first time, I noticed that his suit jacket was no longer on. His tie hung loosely around his neck, the first two buttons of his shirt were open. His hair lay on his forehead and sweat masked his skin, he looked as tired as I felt.

Like he was feeling my pain.

"Where is Solar?" he growled for the hundredth time.

Solar came and went a few times, as I wasn't ready and our Princess wasn't ready to make her appearance yet, she went to check up on her other patients.

"Taehyung, can you help me up?" I croaked out.

My throat felt dry from hours of screaming out my pain. His head snapped to me, his eyes met mine. Those intense blue eyes never failed to get all my

attention, even when I was in impossible pain. He hurried to my side again and pushed a hand behind my back, helping me in a sitting position.

Solar said I could walk around, it might make the labour go faster.

And that was exactly what I was going to do.

The little smart princess was coming out of me soon, whether she liked it or not.

"Are you sure?" Taehyung asked quietly.

He appeared almost scared to talk to me. I nodded silently as he helped me off the bed with Jimin always at my side. They helped me around the room toward the huge blue bouncy ball.

Taehyung in front of me, he helped me sit on it. He knelt between my legs, his hands on either side of my hips, holding me securely. I could see the lines of stress on his forehead. He looked like he'd aged by five years in just hours.

I held Taehyung's cheeks while softly bouncing on the ball.

"I'm going to be okay. Princess is going to be okay too. Have a little faith in me, would you? I can do this. We can do this."

"I can't see you in pain like this, Angel," he muttered hoarsely.

Just then, another pain ripped through me.

My nails bit into his cheeks before I quickly moved my hand away.

It felt like I was being ripped apart from down there.

My breathing was laboured, my chest heaving with exertion.

"Oh...oh..." I breathed through the pain as another contraction hit right after the other.

Again and again.

My stomach rippled in pain, travelling to my back. It felt like the whole lower half of my body was being contracted in pain.

Taehyung's hand went to my stomach and I saw a flash of pain on his face.

"I'm... fine!"

It was meant to be soothing but it ended with a shout as another contraction ripped through my lower belly.

My princess wasn't happy there any longer, it looked like she was ready to come out even if it meant ripping through my body.

"Help... me...up," I huffed through my harsh breathing, "It hurts..."

Taehyung sprang into action, in mere seconds I found myself reclined in the soft bed. My fingers found their way around his wrist, refusing to let him go.

I had a killer grip on Taehyung as the contractions kept coming, right after the other. I had no break or chance to breathe through the agony.

A sudden urge to push ripped through me.

My legs fell open with Taehyung helping me sitting up halfway, I bore down on the pain.

Finally, Solar made her entrance.

I sighed and then shouted.

Her eyes widened, she hurried to me, peeking under my gown, "Oh. I see the head. A full head of black hair," she sang happily.

"At least she isn't bald," Jimin mused with a wink.

"My daughter isn't bald," Taehyung replied, looking quite affronted that Jimin would even think such a thing.

I was pretty affronted too but there was no time to think through it when I was hit with another agonized contraction.

"Aaahh..."

My scream was probably heard all over the floor.

I panted, still, my princess didn't make her way out into the world.

Stubborn.

She was going to be stubborn like her father.

Just what I needed... another Taehyung.

I felt Taehyung's warm breath next to my ear as he whispered soothing and supportive words. He was gentle, kind and so loving.

I fell more in love with him at that moment.

Then hated him the next.

When another pain came, he tried to encourage me with, "Breathe, Angel. Push. Just breathe. It's okay."

Breathe?

Just breathe?

I crushed his hand in mine just when Jimin yelled, "Shut up!"

"Okay. Sorry. Don't breathe. It's not okay. Don't breathe."

WHAT?

WHAT?

That earned him another hand crushing.

Maybe I also bellowed that I hated him and never wanted him to touch me again.

"Taehyung, just shut up," Jimin growled when I started crying through the pain.

Solar, from her position between my legs, threw supportive words at me, telling me to push on every contraction. She had been repeating this for too long now.

I had been pushing!

Still no baby yet.

I sobbed with each push.

I even pushed Taehyung away.

I saw the look of panic on his face.

He looked hurt.

And the fear... it was all over his expression.

He was slightly shaking with it too.

My emotions were a mess.

One minute I hated Taehyung and couldn't bear for him to touch me, while the next minute I cried because he was a few steps away.

"I'm sorry," I screamed through another contraction.

"I am such... a bad... mate. I-I'm... sorry... come back here, alpha."

Taehyung was at my side in a second flat.

He gripped my hand again, his lips were on my forehead. He placed kisses over my sweaty face, gentle sweet kisses as I pushed and screamed through each contraction.

Taehyung whispered against my skin.

How much he loved me.

How strong I was.

He was in awe of me and loved me more every minute.

It made my heart soar, I even smiled once.

"I love you, Angel," he whispered against my lips.

Such a sweet kiss.

Sweet words.

Everything I needed.

"You amaze me every day. Every time. You are my strong Angel. I know you can do this. I know you can bring our daughter into this world like a true warrior Angel. Push. Just one more push," he said against my forehead.

His arm held me up as I screamed with a push. I felt something wiggle out but not enough for my baby to slip out.

"Ahhhhhrggg," I gasped and then bellowed.

I was dying. Was it possible to die?

Nope.

I couldn't die.

I still had to meet our Princess.

I still had to walk down the aisle in a wedding dress to my husband.

"What are you doing? Can't you see she's in pain? Do something!" Taehyung finally screamed, losing his patience.

He poured his fear and anger on Solar, who just shook her head.

"Taehyung, stop screaming! They're going to kick you out!" Jimin snapped, his hands holding mine firmly.

"They can't kick me out! I own the fvcking hospital!"

Huh?

What?

That was news.

Since when?

I looked at him, confused, as another pain crashed through me. This time I bit my lips and tried the hardest to breathe through my nose.

"Taehyung bought the hospital a few weeks ago. To make sure it was safe and all for you and Princess. He was quite obsessive about it," Jimin explained in my ear.

Wow.

Just wow.

I didn't have a chance to be thoroughly wowed because Taehyung was still screaming at Solar. He looked like he wanted to shoot the woman.

Or maybe he was plotting her discreet murder in many different ways.

Oh dear.

Not good.

"Natural birth is like this, Mr Kim. Please be patient. One more push and your daughter will be here," she said calmly.

His gaze turned to mine.

"You should have accepted the drugs for the pain, Angel."

His eyes were begging me.

Just like they did when a nurse came and asked if I wanted the drugs.

I screamed a no and they scurried out of the room.

Taehyung was hot on their tails, trying to bring them back to put the drugs in me. He almost forced them and dragged one of the nurses inside.

I refused yet again.

I regretted my decisions some hours later but it was too late by then.

Another contraction was making its way to my belly.

At the same time, Solar yelled for me to push.

With Taehyung's lips next to my temple, the words I love you ringing through my ears, I pushed with a shout.

We kept going back and forth like this.

An urge to push, a wail of agony, another push.

Finally, I felt a hard pressure, then something - someone = slid out. It felt weird, I didn't have a chance to think through the pain.

The pressure finally alleviated and then... silence.

For about three seconds because when my screaming ended, my daughter's wails were heard.

"It's a girl!"

Solar announced proudly, holding my baby in her arms.

A daughter.

A princess.

A tiny baby girl to call our own.

Someone who we would shower with so much love and care.

"Mr Kim, do you want to cut the cord?" Solar asked.

She moved closer and brought our daughter next to Taehyung. He looked completely in shock and lost as he followed the doctor's instructions and cut our baby's cord, while still holding my hand in one of his.

Solar placed Princess on my bare chest while she continued to wail.

A mighty loud wail.

One that everyone heard because I heard a shout of victory coming from outside my room. My baby girl was still wet with blood and white goo, I didn't mind. Having her against my skin, actually holding her, made my eyes blur with tears as I cried.

I was holding my daughter.

Months ago, I thought I would never get a chance

Now, she was here.

I pressed my palm against her bloody back as her cries slowly started to calm.

Faintly, I noticed Taehyung kissing my face.

Peppering my face with kisses, his lips never left my skin.

"I love you," he whispered over and over again. With each kiss, those words were whispered against my skin, "Angel."

He trembled against me as I cried softly.

My daughter was taken out of my grasp and watched them clean her as she started crying again.

So grumpy.

So loud.

So lovely.

"Taehyung..." I whispered, my voice hoarse and soft.

"You were so strong," he said against my forehead.

"Thank you, my love."

"I love you."

"I know."

I heard quiet sniffling beside me and saw Jimin crying softly.

"She's here," I nodded toward the baby.

Jimin nodded, "I'm so proud of you, babe."

"Thank you for being here with me. I needed you," I replied, holding his hand tight.

When my baby was cleaned and her crying had stopped again, I smiled at Jimin.

"Why don't you go see her?"

The little princess was placed in her crib, Jimin scrambled from my side and made his way to my daughter. He peeked at the princess and beamed happily.

"Aww... she is the cutest!"

Did my heart just accelerate a little bit?

Of course, she was the cutest!

After all, she was mine and Taehyung's baby.

I turned my head to the side and faced Taehyung. "You have to go see her, Taehyung," I muttered against his lips.

He kissed me soundly, breaking my words.

He kissed me until I was breathless.

Taehyung still hadn't seen our daughter yet.

What was he waiting for?

"I'm scared, Angel," he murmured.

"Of what? The man I know is not scared of anything."

"I don't know. It's just that my chest feels a little weird and too tight," he replied.

His gaze was still on mine.

Blue eyes bored into my green ones. Both stared intently, showing the same love.

"She needs you."

Taehyung swallowed hard and nodded, standing up straight just in time for Solar to bring our daughter to him.

One second his hands were empty, the next he was holding our princess.

Well, kind of holding.

He panicked and held the baby out, away from him.

"I don't... know... what...you..." he stuttered.

"Here," Solar explained patiently.

She helped him wrap his arms securely around our baby, showing him how to hold her properly.

Taehyung instinctively brought Princess closer to his chest, he cradled her there.

His eyes were no longer on mine.

No, his eyes were on our precious daughter.

He didn't blink.

He didn't utter a single word.

Solar came to me and cleaned then finished the last stage of delivery.

When I was washed and cleaned, I sunk against the pillow and watched my alpha, my mate holds our daughter.

I watched him watch our princess.

He was completely lost in her.

Mesmerized by the tiny baby in his arms.

I saw his arms tighten the slightest bit.

Was it a protective hold?

Or a possessive one?

Such a sweet sight.

My eyes drooped a little as tiredness took over.

Taehyung's chin trembled and I blinked.

A tear slid down his cheek.

I blinked again.

Another tear.

He was crying.

"My princess. Our princess. She is so beautiful, Jungkook. So, so... beautiful," he whispered gruffly.

He paused and then frowned, his gaze came back on mine.

"And too small. Is that normal? Why is she so small?"

Jimin snorted.

Solar laughed.

I smiled... my heart is full of so much love.

Taehyung was right.

Princess was a small baby.

She was dainty in her father's arms.

Was Taehyung's arm bigger than her tiny body?

Yes, probably.

She was practically hidden against his chest.

I placed my hands out.

"I want to hold her."

Solar left the room quietly, followed by Jimin after planting a kiss on my forehead, both quietly left the room.

Taehyung came to my side and settled on the bed beside me.

He placed Princess into the crook of my arm.

I cradled her lovingly to my chest.

She shifted around and mewled softly.

Her forehead was scrunched up like she was about to cry.

Her eyes were closed.

I wondered what colour they would be?

My baby girl was wrapped tightly in a soft blanket.

She barely had any place to move.

Her head was covered with a pink cotton hat, just as soft as the blanket. I moved the hat and my

eyes found black hair.

"She has black hair," I muttered.

Leaning down, I placed a sweet kiss on her head. With the help of Taehyung, we moved the blanket around.

Ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes.

Perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

She was so small, it made my heart ache.

I imagined her in pain and my heart broke.

No, my daughter would never be in pain.

Not like me.

She had an army to protect her.

A vicious army at that.

Her alpha father and pack leader had made sure of it.

Her tiny arms flailed a little, her leg kicked out.

Her little cute pink, heart-shaped lips burst in a pout.

So adorable.

And then she started crying.

"Aww... no crying, Princess," I said softly.

Taehyung quickly wrapped the blanket around her again.

"I think she's hungry."

I nodded.

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Taehyung's arm wrapped me as he buried his nose into my neck.

He placed a kiss there, letting his head lay on my shoulder, "I love you, Angel."

His other hand came up and rested against our baby's fat butt.

We held our daughter, cradling her in our embrace. She made a small noise... maybe it was of contentment.

It sounded sleepy too.

Then she slowly blinked her eyes open.

Oh.

A tiny gasp escaped past my lips.

Then I smiled.

So beautiful.

Our gazes locked and I fell in love for a second time.

Blue to brown.

Tears blurred my vision.

"She has your eyes, Taehyung."

The same eyes as her alpha father.

Her crying and moving halted.

Giant blue eyes blinked up at me, framed with thick long lashes.

Her little mouth moved and I thought she sighed.

Wait... did she smile?

Was that a smile?

"She smiled," Taehyung said, completely enamoured at the sight of our daughter.

I knew someone would argue and tell us it was caused by gas or that newborn babies didn't smile... but she smiled.

At me.

And then at her father when her eyes met his.

My heart constricted as father and daughter watch each other.

My breath caught, I sniffled back tears.

"She is your daughter," I muttered, holding her even tighter.

"She is... she is ours," Taehyung replied, rubbing a finger gently over Princess's plump rosy cheek.

"She is so perfect," he continued.

I agree.

Perfect.

That's what she was.

When it was clear she'd had her fill and was almost asleep, Taehyung helped me tie my bodice again. Princess blinked her eyes sleepily, then they closed, she was asleep in mere seconds.

I pulled her up and buried my nose in her tiny neck.

Breathing in her sweet baby smell, I smiled and then whispered ever so gently,

"I love you, my sweet baby."

I held her for as long as I could but sleep and tiredness took over me, there was no helping it.

I was going under faster than I wanted.

Taehyung quietly took her out of my arms and I dreamily saw him carrying her to her crib.

After placing her down, he came back to my side.

"Go to sleep, Angel. I will be watching over both of you," he muttered softly to my ear.

He kissed me on my lips.

I savoured his taste before closing my eyes and succumbing to my sleep.

I had no fear.

No panic.

Only love.

I felt fulfilled.

I felt safe under my mate's protective gaze.

I knew he would protect me and Princess.

We were both safe and loved by this ruthless alpha.