Its been a few months and Jimin has been saying he wanted a kid. He says that ALOT. But, I dunno. I mean, I do want twins too, but Jimin...he's...kinda like a kid....Sooooo

"Shall we try tonight?" Jimin asks. "Thats alright with me. As long as you won't be rough. Please, Jimin, the first time, my were sore and walking felt lime running with 100 pounds on my thighs. Promise me that, and we'll do 'it'. Ok?" He nods. Wish me luck

8:36 pm

"Ready?" He asks, unbuttoning his shirt. "Yeah...." I say, scared for my life. He isn't childish anymore.
*Smut skip*
"Ow, Jimin~" I pout "my legs are sore..."

"Its ok, thats normal...I guess" unless I'm pregnant, I dont want to do that again. He sure is different sometimes.
"Try to go to sleep, Hany."

*Dream*
"Mommy! Miss. Learly called me 'brave' today!"

"Mommy! I got a hundred on my spelling test today!"

"Mom, I flunked 4th grade."

"Mom, I'm starting to get b's again"

"Ma! I'm getting scollarship! I worked so hard!"

"Ma! I decided that my major will be poetry!"

"Ma! I'm going to be an author!"

"Ma, I have cancer."

"Ma, Doctors are saying I won't be able to survive."

"Ma, I love you."

"Hany, Hany? Wake up! Why are you crying?"

Eh?

"Hany?"

*end of dream*