"That's not why," I whispered, looking into her eyes, "it's because from now on, every time it rains, I'm going to think of the very last time I got to kiss you, and it makes me sad that I won't get to kiss you again, but I won't, because I don't want to break my promise to you."

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The sun had come out after that rain shower, but we were so wet that we decided to go home and get dried off and changed into dry clothes.

Taehyung waved down a taxi, and apologized to the driver for the fact that we were both soaked, but he shrugged it off, telling us not to worry about it.

Once we arrived home, we got our wet shoes and socks off, and he helped me up the stairs to our room. He then helped me peel my wet clothes off, drying me with a fluffy towel and helping me into my favorite nightgown. We wouldn't be going out again today, so he told me I may as well get comfortable.

Once I was warm and dry, I sat on my side of the bed to wait for him so we could go back downstairs. I watched him as he grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, then disappeared for 10 seconds, coming back with another towel for himself.

I watched with baited breath as he peeled his shirt off over his head, dropping it with my wet stuff. I gulped as he unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down past his hips along with his boxers and kicking them off his feet, dropping them on top of the rest, leaving him naked for my hungry gaze.

I may be 9 months pregnant, but I still wanted him. I knew it wasn't going to happen, it had become pretty awkward, and he was so afraid of hurting me, so we agreed that the last time was, in fact, the last time we would make love.

I felt the tears building in my eyes as I watched him dry himself off, my eyes roaming his body. He was beautiful, so tall and lean, with just enough muscle in all the right places. I watched his body move, his muscles flexing, the veins popping in his hands and arms as he slid the towel along his skin, and my eyes were drawn to the corded muscles running down the sides of his neck when he finally turned to look at me.

He sighed, his eyes drifting closed for a second or two before they opened to look into mine.

"Don't look at me like that Soo Ah, it's already hard enough not to lay you down and make love to you. That look in your eyes isn't helping at all."

"I can't help it," I whispered, "I want you so much."

He wrapped the towel around his waist, tucking the edge in to secure it and moving around to the side of the bed to stand next to me.

"I want you too, but we both know it's not a good idea. Besides, I can't kiss you anymore. I don't want to break my promise."

I couldn't stop the tear that rolled down my cheek, and I reached up to catch it, wiping it away.

"Maybe I don't care about the promise. I got to kiss you in the rain, and it doesn't matter if it's the first kiss, or the last kiss, just the fact that I got to kiss you like that is enough. It's bad enough that you can't love me anymore, I can't stand the thought of not kissing you again."

His face softened, and he reached to touch my cheek.

"I will never not love you."

"You know what I mean," I pouted, leaning into his hand.

"I do know what you mean," he whispered, "and I want to touch you, more than anything.

"Then touch me. I need you to touch me, I need to feel your hands on me, I need that contact. Please, touch me...love me."

He closed his eyes, and I knew he was torn, because he was so worried. He was worried about hurting me, and he was worried what it would do to my heart, to be brought to that point that he was so good at bringing me to. He was afraid it would be too much, and it would be what caused my heart to stop beating.

I didn't think it would, but if it did, it would be the most amazing way to go. I would never want to do that to him, and I didn't think he needed to be worrying, but I understood why he was.

"Soo Ah, are you sure," he whispered, leaning down to kiss my forehead, his hands coming to rest on my thighs.

I nodded lightly, his lips still against my forehead.

"Just touch me, please, Taehyung. I want to feel what only you can make me feel."

He helped me lie back, and he stretched out beside me, kissing my cheek, his hand on my belly. I heard him inhale, and I knew he was worrying.

I turned my head, brushing my lips against his, licking his bottom lip, wanting to feel his tongue against mine, swirling around it as he kissed me eagerly. I put my hand over his, moving it from my belly to my breast, and he squeezed it gently, rubbing his thumb over my hardened nipple then rolling it between his thumb and index finger, causing me to suck a breath in through clenched teeth.

He leaned down, not caring that I was still wearing my nightgown, and his mouth closed over my nipple, his teeth grazing it as he sucked it hard into his mouth, then pulled away.

I moaned, my hand reaching for his head, my fingers sliding into his hair as he continued to move his tongue over the material, the texture of it against my nipple making me feel things I hadn't felt before.

I felt his hand gliding down, moving gently over my stomach, then lower, pulling my nightgown up so he could slide his fingers between my legs, and I felt one long finger slip into my folds. I was already so aroused for him.

"Shit Soo Ah, you're so wet already, and I've barely touched you." He groaned, his voice husky.

I tilted my head back into the pillow as his finger rubbed a circle around my sensitive bud, my hips jerking in response.

"Don't stop Tae, oh God, please don't stop..."

He continued to tease me, his finger barely touching me, making me squirm as I tried to move my hips to create more pressure. But he kept moving away, his touch so light, and it was driving me crazy.

He suddenly slid a finger inside me, his thumb replacing the finger that had been teasing my clit, and he rubbed circles around it as he pumped his finger in and out, the noises it was making from how wet I was almost obscene. I moaned, feeling that knot of heat building low in my pelvis, my breathing getting choppy.

I cried out suddenly, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train, sudden and intense, my body clenching, and I could feel my heart trying to beat faster, but it could only go so fast, and it was slightly painful.

The pleasure took over, and I tried to relax as it seeped through me, every single nerve ending trembling along the surface of my skin.

The pain in my heart subsided and my breathing evened out, and I realized that Taehyung had his lips pressed to the side of my head, whispering to me.

"Soo Ah, please tell me you're okay...please answer me..."

I reached a hand to his cheek, caressing it lightly.

"I'm okay Tae, I'm okay."

He sighed in relief, his forehead resting against my head.

"You scared me. You weren't saying anything, I thought something happened."

I should tell him that it caused my heart to hurt a little. I knew that if I did, nothing like this would happen again, but I wouldn't feel right if I kept it from him.

I took a breath, then closed my eyes before speaking.

"It kinda hurt, my heart, right at the point when I, um, came."

"What? You were in pain, and you didn't tell me to stop?"

I smiled, and opened my eyes, turning my head to look at him.

"I kind of wasn't in a position to be able to say anything, much less tell you to stop. Besides, the pleasure far outweighed the pain. I'm okay now, Taehyung, I promise. It didn't last, it was only at that one point, probably because my heart was trying to beat faster, but it just can't anymore."

He closed his eyes, his lips pressed together, and I knew what was coming.

"Soo Ah," he whispered, "we can't do anything like this anymore. I won't take the chance of something happening to you because of me."

I gazed at him, his eyes opening and looking into mine.

"I kind of expected you to say that. I guess I should be glad for this afternoon then, huh?"

"I'm sorry, baby..." he mumbled, nuzzling his nose into my hair.

"Don't apologize. I know it's because you love me. I understand, even if I don't like it."

He wrapped his arms around me, staying silent, and at some point, he fell asleep, snoring softly.

I smiled, letting my fingers glide along his arm, down to his hand, lifting it and looking at each finger, stopping at his ring finger and staring at the wedding band resting there.

This was my husband. This sweet, caring, beautiful man was my husband. I'd have never imagined it last year when I'd first laid eyes on him, that we would one day be married.

I would have never imagined a lot of things. But I guess life is funny that way. Everything happens just how it's meant to. I didn't believe that before, but looking around me now, seeing where I am, where life has brought me, there has to be some truth to it.

I never would have chosen to have a baby, if that option had been one I even thought I had. That would have been irresponsible of me, in so many ways.

But here I was, about to give birth any day now.

I didn't know whether to be angry, or grateful. I was both, but that meant I was neither, because one cancelled the other out. Some days that's exactly how I felt, empty, nothing inside, because it was easier than feeling what I really felt. It all ended up hurting in the end anyway.

I was angry, because I was going to die, because I wouldn't get to continue on this path that had become so beautiful in such a short time. I wouldn't get to watch my child grow, or see what an amazing father Taehyung would be. I wouldn't get to hear my child speak his first words, or see her take her first steps. I wouldn't be there for the first hair cut, or the first tooth lost. The first day of school, or the day of graduation. I wouldn't be there for any of it, and that made me angry.

But I was grateful, so very grateful. This child was going to save Taehyung, I knew that without a doubt. He needed this child more than he even realized. It wasn't an ideal situation, absolutely not. No parent wants to raise a child alone. But maybe Tae needs to have that responsibility on his shoulders. He needs a reason to get up every day and function, to be a part of the world, to live. He needs a reason to smile.

I couldn't be those reasons, I couldn't save him, my fate had been decided before we ever met. But something had to save him. Something had to pull him from the deep well of sadness he'd let himself fall into. Maybe I pulled him out, but without me, he'd surely fall right back in, possibly deeper than before.

I held onto his hand, my fingers curling through his, and at the moment, I was grateful. My other hand rested on my belly, and I prayed, with everything I had inside me, that I could give birth to this baby, and last long enough to see Taehyung make the transition from husband, to father. I wanted to see the look on his face the first time he saw our baby, because I'd bet my last breath that it would be so full of love and wonder, that he would find it impossible to take his eyes off the miracle he'd helped create.