She had felt sick today. Her body was going to give up with exhaustion. It was kind of weird and unexplained because usually she could work more hours than she had today.

She felt scalding. Sweat was brewing on her forehead and the make up artists were getting a little pissed by dusting powder on her face and giving retouches to her makeup again and again.

The first time, her skin had crawled when she inhaled the setting powder being patted on her face, immediately coughed up but didn't give it too much thought. She couldn't stand the smell of the fucking powder, grimacing and judging whatever brand they were using.

It left a bitter taste in her mouth which started going down her throat. But she didn't complain because she had come to shoot after ditching them thrice on her own scenes.

It was the third time that she smelled the disgusting powder that the bitter feeling shot down her stomach and it churned badly. She couldn't hold it now, puking in the basin of the first washroom she could run into.

After she had thrown up, tears threatening at her eyes because of a goddamn powder, she washed up. A scowl on her face as she stomped out. Her dear assistant was standing out, holding a towel in her hand.

Lorraine snatched it away from her, wiping her hands and face before throwing a huge tantrum.

"What kind of a shit-fuck brand are they're using for that fucking setting powder?! It smells like a million rotting fishes marinating in the sun!" She shrieked, real pissed. "Who's the one who chose it?! The person shall be out of the crew right now!"

"You threw up because of a setting powder?"

"Yes!"

And that's what led the whole staff to smell it one by one. Lorraine's anger was steaming out of her ears when everyone said it smelled normal. Nothing disgusting.

"Yeah so I puked because of what?! Thin air?!"

"Babe, we think you're just sick. Maybe the powder just made you cough and everything came out."

"Oh really?"

"Are you not feeling sick?"

At that Lorraine stopped. She felt all hot and clammy and she needed to be under an air conditioner. No she needed her bed, and the air conditioner.

"I'm going home," she muttered lowly and walked away, her assistant following after.

She curled up into a ball in her vanity, gripping her sweaty forehead because it was going to burst any moment now. When she heard her assistant walk in and the door closing behind her, she could feel the tears rimming her eyes.

Why? She didn't know. She didn't know at all.

"I swear it was the powder," she mumbled lowly, her head buried between her legs which were folded up on the seat.

"Hey, we'll change the brand. It's not that of a big deal, Lorraine. Don't cry..."

"I'm not crying because of that!" She argued, tears already slipped down her eyes. "I feel sick. Really sick."

"Shall we go to the doctor?"

"Afterwards," her voice was low, merely above a whisper. She'd rather go to the doctor with Jimin who was not home right now. So she decided to go to home and rest up and wait until he came.

The moment she stepped in, the urge to take a shower took over her so she did so. The cold water did, to some extent, relax her tensed muscles but she couldn't bring herself completely relaxed because she had a suspicion.

She got out of the shower stall, taking out a pregnancy test from one of the cabinets and peeing on it. She waited two minutes, her anxiety level growing as each second passed by.

When she picked up the test the next time, her heart stopped dead on it's pace. She stared at the two lines in shock. She threw the test away from her, "stupid fucking thing!" she cursed, her eyes flicking down to her belly. That's when the overwhelm completely settled in and tears burst out of Lorraine like a river from a broken dam.

She was going to be a mother.

*

Jimin rushed through the hallways of their mansion. Cursing and regretting buying such a big house because sometimes it was hard to find Lorraine when there were only two people living in the house. Yes, houseworkers running everywhere but not literally everywhere.

"Lorraine?!" He shouted, voice echoing throughout the hallway but there was no response.

He cursed again, stopping a house lady to ask where was his wife. She told him that Lorraine was in the living room so he sprinted there.

Lorraine had messaged him to come home. Like...come home right now. He had asked if something was wrong and was left with a reply saying, 'yes, please come home'. So yeah, the panic in him was at it's peak. Because Lorraine was never the one to text like that.

And his panic had been proven right when he saw her all curled up in a ball on the sofa, tears embracing her cheeks as she continued looking down. She had felt his presence, but couldn't look up and meet his gaze.

A sniffle erupted from her as he knelt in front of her on the floor, cupping her face and running his thumb over her cheek bones.

His eyebrows dipped down in concern, analyzing her as she refused to look up and face him, wiping her tears from the back of her hand.

"What- what happened?" He stammered out, heart starting to beat erratically now. His assumptions of what had exactly happened going a little out of control.

"Lorraine?" He tried again. "What's wrong?"

At that Lorraine let out a sarcastic chuckle, sniffing after.

"I'm sorry I'm ruining it. I know you would have wanted me to jump into your arms so you could have spinned me around and be so happy...but I'm scared and can't think straight. " Her voice broke. "I'm so terrified,"

"What are you talking about? You're scared of what?"

"I'm pregnant." She announced, and it was like Jimin's entire world stopped spinning. He could feel a bittersweet feeling filling up his entire body. He didn't wanna point out whether he was happy or scared. He couldn't point it out. So he let Lorraine continue.

Lorraine broke into fresh tears. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry it was supposed to be a happy moment and I ruined it all. I scared you too, I-I'm sorry–"

"No, no, God, why're you apologizing?"

He hushed and finally sat on the bed, pulling her closer. She rested her cheek on his shoulder, tears blurring her surroundings.

"Jimin." She whispered, looking at him. "I think I want to do this. I've never been so sure of something in my entire life."

Jimin let out a breathless laugh, eyes welling up with tears. He gulped.

"Lorraine." He sniffled. "I'd love to start a family with you."

Jimin cradled the back of her head, pressing her again his chest as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"We're going to be parents, Lorraine. We're going to be parents." 

*

Camera recording.

"Alright..." Lorraine said, looking in front of the camera she was holding, her face looking all sweaty and flustered. She inhaled deeply, saying the next sentence, biting her lip.

"My water broke."

She turned the camera, her heart beating a mile a minute as she showed the wet sheets. Beside that, Jimin was sleeping peacefully.

She turned the camera on her side again.

"I don't know, until yesterday I was so confident about this and literally crying because I just wanted this baby so bad and I cried to sleep with Jimin by my side and I woke up mid-night to realise my water broke. And now I'm panicking...I should be packing for hospital but I wanna record everything and I haven't even woken Jimin up."

She completed the video, her eyes welling up with tears as she kept the camera on the beside table before crawling over to Jimin, nearly hyperventilating as she shook him slightly.

Jimin squinted his eyes, adjusting with the lights of the room as he stared at Lorraine, confused.

She pressed her lips in a thin line, trying not to freak out, a storm of emotions taking place inside of her. She didn't even know whether to cry or to laugh.

"My water broke."

Jimin's eyes widened in an instant, quickly sitting up, his mouth open as he looked at the side to see the sheets wet. He looked at Lorraine, cupping her cheeks.

"Are you alright? Are you hurting?"

She straightened up.

"Yeah, sure. I was just filming a video because I wanna shoot this moment."

Jimin was still half asleep to contemplate whatever she was saying, he just knew her water broke which meant they had to go to the hospital and he had to hurry.

"I'll get ready, alright?"

She smiled and nodded, picking up her camera again and going to the bathroom to have a good shower to soothe her contractions. It was normal for it to not her during water breaks, but they still needed to rush to the hospital.

As the shower ended, she started her camera again while applying makeup.

Whereas Jimin was trying hard not to panic, he was getting dressed while calling Taehyung who happened to be in LA for one reason or the other.

Lorraine faced the camera.

"So I burnt my neck with the hair straightener–"

"Lorraine are you seriously vlogging?"

She turned behind to see Jimin standing there completely bewildered.

"Yeah." she stated in an obvious tone.

Jimin exhaled in bewilderment, here he was panicking and running around the house and she was straightening her hair and recording her video.

"Please, Please stab me." He deadpanned.

She started laughing hard, a few minutes of laughing and then stopped, going back to her work, bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Forty years from now and I'm so gonna laugh at this ridiculousness." She stated. "But I gotta record it. All my life I have been surrounded with a camera, I can't help but keep it by my side."

"I said, hurry up!"

"Plus, I ain't looking any less glamourous while giving birth." She joked, stopping for a second as she felt another contraction. But it wasn't long.

*

Jimin was driving the car, looking out for the speed breakers on the road as Lorraine sat by her side, holding the camera in front of her.

"I won't be pregnant anymore, the first thing I'm gonna do is drink wine.

"Lorraine, I'm losing my shit!" Jimin shouted and Lorraine laughed loudly, turning the camera to his restless face.

"And I called Ivey." She continued. "And Jimin called Taehyung."

*

"This bitch looks a hundred year old pregnant." Ivey exclaimed, filming the whole hospital room and Lorraine sitting on the bed.

"We have a nice bed here for the baby," she showed the room around. "And here we have Jimin about to shit his pants."

"I'm pretty cool." Jimin rasped, sitting beside Lorraine and resting his chin on her stretcher.

"How are you feeling?" Ivey interviewed Lorraine who was casually scrolling through her phone, although she was in labor. She was six centimeters dilated and it needed to be ten.

"I'm pumped full of drugs...I'm literally dozing off." Lorraine grunted, her eyes hooded.

Ivey chuckled.

"What are you gonna name the baby? Have you thought of that?" Ivey asked and Jimin opened one of his eyes, still sleepy as he toyed with Lorraine's fingers.

"Baby's name? It's 'The proof that I had sex with Lorraine Acker.'"

Lorraine laughed, followed by Ivey.

Although Jimin was trying to joke he was panicking from inside, his heartbeat denying to cease any bit as he looked at Lorraine, squeezing her hand, offering silent comfort.

Every moment was being recorded.

"Am I late?" Taehyung exclaimed from the door, catching everyone's attention.

"Just on time." Ivey said, shooting him as well.

Taehyung sighed, making his way towards Lorraine and dipping down to hug her comfortably.

"How're you feeling?" He asked.

"Just... questioning why I wished for a child in the first place." She tried to joke. "It's all jittery. My body is shaking and let's just not talk about my vagina."

Taehyung caressed her head before drawing back to hug his best friend who really needed his hug right now. Jimin didn't want to let go of the hug and so they ended up swaying on the spot.

"She woke me up and she was like: my water broke." Jimin started, looking at the camera. "And I hurried so much, I called mom, Taehyungie, I didn't even brush my teeth thinking she was in pain and she's there, taking a nice shower, applying makeup and straightening her hair!" He complained.

"I gotta look pretty." She whined, making the lot laugh.

"I'm eight centimeters dilated and this is the weirdest feeling I've ever had. I can literally feel the baby's head pushing down my vagina." She said in a tired voice. "I'll be pushing soon, fuck."

"Jimin, remember how we had a blast every morning during school days?" Taehyung mumbled in Jimin's year who was still glued to him.

Jimin nodded, already feeling emotional.

"I never thought I'll be there next to you when you'll be having your child." He completed his sentence, leaving a knot in Jimin's throat.

"I think the both of them should have a kid together instead of me." Lorraine scoffed at them.

*

Jimin's lips parted, his doe eyes dilating as a glassy layer covered them.

He looked at the pale and small figure in Lorraine's arms, covered in blood, crying.

Lorraine was breathing hard, looking at the small baby girl so tenderly.

A tear fell down Jimin's eye as he looked at the little life in Lorraine's arms, a flow of foreign emotions bursting through him as Lorraine smiled ever so beautifully.

He went still, the camera still recording him and Lorraine. His thoughts being snapped by a nurse who had wrapped his little girl into a blanket.

"Do you wanna hold her?" She asked, smiling at him.

He opened his mouth to say something, looking at the child in her arms. He couldn't describe the feeling.

"No...wait." He said, looking at Lorraine. She was exhausted, her eyes closed and her chest heaving, yet the most breathtaking thing Jimin had ever laid his eyes upon.

He caressed her cheek lightly, dipping down to rest his forehead on hers and cupping her face.

Ivey was crying behind them but still filming the moment, because she knew how much it would mean to them later on in their lives.

Jimin's tears were flowing down like a river, a few whimpers escaping his mouth. He couldn't help it now, he wrapped his arms around Lorraine's shoulders, burying his face in her neck and bursting into a crying mess. Her hands weakly wrapped around him as she smiled at the camera filming them.

"I'm so proud of you." He whispered. "I love you so much. I'm so, so proud of you."

Jimin kissed her forehead before kissing her lips.

"I'll be back. Okay?" He said, moving towards the nurse now, who held out their baby girl for him.

"What if I...what if I drop her?" He whispered, his hands shaking.

"Of course you wouldn't." The nurse said, handing him the baby.

He secured his hands around her, a second tear dropping down his eye. There was no way, in any state would Jimin hurt this life. He refused to let her go from his arms. He could pause the world forever. Just his girl in his arms and Lorraine by his side. He suddenly understood the vow of protecting this child forever. There was nothing that could matter more to him. He'd die for her. He'd kill for her.

The nurse took the little baby out of Jimin's hold, taking her to the nursery. They told him that they will shift Lorraine to the ward now. Jimin nodded at them when they told him to wait outside.

With one last glance at Lorraine, they went out of the room, diving into a sprint to go to Taehyung, Ivey running behind him with the camera. There was no way they were missing this part.

Jimin stopped in front of Taehyung who quickly stood up from the seat. His expressions filled with hopes.

A few tears dropped down Jimin's eyes, lower lip trembling.

"I-I'm a father..."

Jimin was yanked into a tight hug by Taehyung, burying his face into his shoulders and crying like anything. Seeing his best friend like this, Taehyung couldn't help but cry as well.

He patted Jimin's back.

"Yes, you are. You're a father. And you'll be the best one out there."