"No," I shook my head, "there is not a family out there that will be calling our baby their own. This is our baby, it's part of you, and me, and he or she is staying right here, and growing up in this house."

°•°♡°•°

That was exactly what I had hoped he would say. I didn't want Taehyung to keep this baby if he really didn't think he could handle being a father. But I believed he would be an amazing father.

He was scared, and all he was thinking of at the moment was how he would go on without me. But go on he would, because he wouldn't have any other choice. I believed, with all my heart, that this baby would be what held him together.

I only wish I had figured that out sooner. But I couldn't go back and change what had already been done. I couldn't bring back the months that I had taken from him, months that he could have spent with me, but because of my selfishness, he'd spent them alone and hurting.

Time was so precious, I realized that now. The time that I had left with him, it would't be nearly enough. A lifetime with him would't be enough. Someone like him comes along only once in a lifetime, and despite the fact that my lifetime is a fraction of what I wish it could be, I'm so very thankful that I met him, and that we became as close as we have.

I gave him a smile. We had talked enough, at least for now. I didn't want him to beat himself up with worry. Whatever happened from here on out was out of our hands, at least where I was concerned.

I watched him suddenly get up, and I noticed Yoshi dancing around in the doorway to the kitchen, clearly needing to go outside. I sat quietly while he took care of him, and thought about how much I had missed him.

He came back a few minutes later, sitting back down next to me, but not looking at me.

"I know it's still kinda early, but how do you feel about going to bed?"

I knew he planned to get up early again, extra early, so the earlier I could get him into bed, the better I would feel about that. But going up now wasn't about sleeping.

He looked at the time, his lips pressed together in a line.

"Really? You wanna go to bed? It's only 6:30."

I tilted my head, trying to look at him in a cute way.

"I didn't ask you if you wanted to go to sleep, I asked how you feel about going to bed?"

His eyes locked on mine, uncertainty flashing through them. I got up, taking his hand and urging him to stand. I turned and walked towards the stairs, and he followed behind me.

Once in his room, I released his hand, seeing my clothes that he had laid on the bed. They were all still on hangers, and just needed to be hung up.

"Are these going in the closet with yours, or is there someplace else you'd like me to put them?"

"Uh, no, yes...I mean, yes, they're going in the closet with mine. I'll do it."

He quickly stepped forward, grabbing half the hangers and taking them to the closet door. He opened it, and stepped inside, hanging them and coming back for the others. He hung everything, and closed the door, turning back to me.

I smiled at him, and held out my hand, but he hesitated for a second before stepping towards me.

"Taehyung, whats wrong?" I asked as his hand slid into mine.

He looked at the floor, and I heard him inhale a shaky breath.

"I'm just...worried."

I cocked a brow at him.

"Worried about what?"

I saw his chest rise and fall heavily as his eyes darted around, looking everywhere but at me.

"Taehyung, talk to me."

He swallowed, looking at me

"I've missed you so much, and you...you have no idea how much I want you. I'm worried that since your pregnant, I'll...hurt you."

My heart melted at the concern in his eyes, and I reached up to touch his cheek, gently caressing his skin. I shook my head, wanting to reassure him that he wouldn't.

"You're not going to hurt me Taehyung. I promise it'll be okay."

I pulled him closer to the bed, sitting on the edge while he stood in front of me. I put my arms around him, pulling him close to me, my cheek resting on his stomach, and I closed my eyes when I felt his hand slide into my hair, his fingers weaving through it.

It was so relaxing that I believed I could stay like this for hours. But I wanted him, I needed him, and I didn't know how much longer I could wait.

I turned my head, kissing his stomach through his shirt, my hands curling into the fabric covering his back. I wanted him to take me like he had the first time we'd had sex, but I knew that wasn't possible.

I released his shirt, my hands traveling underneath, sliding up his back, my fingertips gliding along his skin, and I felt him shiver in anticipation. His hands left my hair, and he curled his arms over his head, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head.

My lips brushed the skin of his stomach, my nose nuzzling against him, smelling the scent that was always him, only him. The combination of his lotion and the essence that was his alone enough to intoxicate me into a dizzy mass of flesh and bone.

God I'd missed him. I didn't know how many more moments like this we would get, but I hoped this wouldn't be the last one.

I didn't want to think about that, about the fact that at some point, every thing would happen for the last time. It made me sad to think about it.

"Taehyung, can I ask you for a favor?"

I leaned my head back, looking up at him.

"Anything."

I wasn't sure how to ask, without upsetting him. But it was important to me.

"I'm sorry if this upsets you, but I'm afraid if I don't say it now, I might forget to bring it up, and then I won't get to tell you at all, and it's important to me."

"It's okay Soo Ah, what is it?"

I sighed, realizing that it may upset him in more ways than one.

"You know how I...like the rain?"

He nodded, but I saw him swallow, and I knew he was already uncomfortable.

"Well, I've already had my first kiss, so I can't wish for something to make that special. It wasn't really that special anyway, but that's besides the point. But...if it's at all possible, I would like my last kiss to be in the rain."

His gaze left mine, then his eyes closed, and I felt so guilty for asking that of him, knowing how much he hated the rain.

"I'm so sorry Taehyung. Forget I-"

"No, Soo Ah, it's okay. It's important to you, so it's important to me too. I'll make sure..." he stopped momentarily, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, "I'll make sure your last kiss happens in the rain. I promise."

My eyes filled with tears, because I knew how hard that would be for him. But he'd promised, and that meant everything to me.

"Thank you, Taehyung." I whispered, pressing my cheek to his stomach.

"Just don't be surprised if I drag you outside so I can kiss you every time it rains, because I'm damn sure not gonna stop kissing you."

I giggled, and wrapped my arms around him tightly, wishing so hard that I never had to let go.

"You don't have to do that," I mumbled against him, "I know you hate the rain."

He was quiet for a moment, his hands on my shoulders.

"I do hate the rain, but I love you, and I don't want to take any chance of that not happening for you."

I hugged him tighter.

"Well, the rainy season won't start until July, and...I won't be here by then. My request might not even be possible, so I don't want you to feel bad if it can't happen."

He stayed silent, his hands playing in my hair, and I stayed right where I was, my cheek pressed to his stomach, his warm skin feeling perfect against mine.

I turned my head, my lips pressed to him, moving along his skin giving him small kisses. I heard him suck in a breath as I brought my hands to the button on his jeans, undoing it, then sliding the zipper down.

My fingers slid inside the waistband, catching his boxers as well and sliding everything down. My lips immediately moved lower, my tongue darting out to lick around the head of his cock before I took him in my mouth, hearing him groan in approval, his fingers curling into my hair none to gently.

But I liked the roughness, and this was probably all I could handle, so I welcomed it, humming as I bobbed my head, trying not to gag as I felt him hit the back of my throat over and over.

I loved everything about this. The little noises he was making, the way I knew he was watching me, the way his fingers would curl tighter into my hair, and then as if he realized he was being rough, they would loosen, the way he cursed and said my name right before he reached that release he was chasing.

My fingers dug into his hips, and I heard him grunt breathlessly as he came. I swallowed every last drop as it filled my mouth, and then I was licking him clean, hearing his low moan as his grip on my hair loosened.

I released him so he could remove his pants the rest of the way, and when he had, he pulled me up, staring into my eyes as he grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, lifting it so he could pull it off over my head.

My arms raised as he did, then fell back to my sides, and I stood staring into his eyes, waiting for him to continue. He moved closer, his arms going around me and finding the clasp of my bra, undoing it and pulling the ends around and letting it fall down my arms to the floor. He slid his thumbs into the edge of my waistband, and pushed my leggings down over the bump of my belly, catching my panties that were sitting below it, and sliding them down as well.

He pushed them down past my knees, then he knelt so I could hold his shoulder and not lose my balance while he lifted each foot and pulled them off.

When I was naked in front of him, instead of standing, he placed a hand on my belly, and pressed a kiss to it, his eyes closing as he did. I slid my fingers into his hair, smiling down at him, not a doubt in my mind that he would be a good father.

He stood, looking at me, and I knew the sadness I saw deep in his eyes wasn't going to leave.

He kissed me gently, one hand coming up to cup my cheek, the other going around my waist, flattening against my lower back and pulling me against him.

He pressed his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes.

"So how do we make this work?" He asked, looking a bit embarrassed.

I smiled, because I didn't know anymore about it than he did. But I knew he was worried about hurting me, and as long as he didn't lay on me, and put pressure on my stomach, I knew that wouldn't happen. I hadn't asked, but I'd learned at one of my appointments that it was perfectly fine to have sex during pregnancy, right up until the end, as long as I wasn't feeling any pain during it, and my partner and I found creative positions to keep any pressure off the baby.

I pursed my lips, thinking for a moment, then quickly pecked his and turned in his arms, so that my back was pressed to his chest. His hands were warm on my belly, and I tilted my head to the side as I felt his lips connect with the curve of my neck.

I leaned forward, and he released me so that I could grab the pillows from the bed, then I climbed onto my knees, resting my head and chest on the pillows, my ass in the air.

I heard him take a breath, and I looked over my shoulder, seeing the surprised look on his face.

"Taehyung."

His eyes met mine.

"I need you, please love me."