1 Year Later

Dr.Park sits silently, regarding Namjoon with amusement as he fidgeted in his seat on the couch.

The clock ticked loudly, the silence almost deafening as the two men sat in on their weekly session.

Jimin adjusted the rims of his glasses to sit higher on his face, his eyes falling to focus on Namjoons knee as it bounced anxiously.

The large hand eases over to the next notch, the single minute having just passed felt more like several to them.

Time seemed to be still and even Jimin let out a sigh, puffing a tendril of hair off from his forehead and glancing at his watch.

"This is ridiculous.." Namjoon breaks the silence as his eyes kept flitting to the clock and Jimin chuckles.

"Doctors orders. "He shrugs, checking the home screen of the device before looking back up at Namjoons agitated face.

"Yea but that was before...ugh! I can't believe I signed that stupid agreement. It's not even legally binding.." he slumped back into the cushions childishly, cursing under his breath when the time hadn't changed since the last time he checked the clock.

"No, but you gave her your word that you wouldn't miss any more sessions. No matter what. " Jimin relaxes in his chair as well, not giving into Namjoons childish pouts.

"But come on Jimin seriously? We stopped talking 22 minutes ago. We've just been sitting here." Namjoon huffs and Jimin laughs.

"And we're going to sit here until that hand hits the six. Look I think this is just ridiculous as you do but...your previous therapist is very shrewd. And I for one have found her to be quite intimidating over these past several months. So...to avoid having both of our heads chewed off..."

Jimin pauses when a notification pops up on his watch.

Namjoons pocket vibrates at the same time and he hurriedly pulls it out to check it.

Both of them stare at their screens with wide eyes.

Jimin glances up at Namjoon as he reads the text message that was also forwarded to him.

❤️🎶: it's time.

Namjoon jumps up from the couch with his phone in hand, Jimin beating him to the door to pull it open.

He nods and tilts his head towards to doorway and Namjoon doesn't hesitate to rush towards it.

On his way out, Jimin pats him on the back as he passes, beaming with pride for his patient and friend.

"Congratulations!" He yells as Namjoon all but ran towards the elevator, chuckling as he tapped at the buttons vigorously.

30 minutes later...

Namjoon rushes through the large double doors and stumbles into the waiting room.

The older woman at the nurse's station jumps in surprise at his sudden entrance.

"Sir?" She says.

Namjoon turns to her and doubles over as he panted and tried to speak before catching his breath.

Too impatient to wait for elevators, he opted to take the stairs.

"My.........she........text.........I hope I'm not too late" Namjoon exhales heavily.

The Nurse regards him with amused eyes and chuckles softly.

"Last name? Sir?" She asks, typing at her keyboard.

"Of course. K...Kim. Last name Kim" Namjoon stands upright after a few deep breaths, but his hands were still shaking horribly from excitement.

She nods and squints at her computer, clicking around and then looking over the screen.

Namjoon swipes his damp palms against the sides of his jeans and reaches up to wipe the bead of perspiration from his brow as he waited. He is drenched in sweat, as he had run the entire way from Dr. Park's office to his car to the hospital and the current floor.

"Your first huh?" The nurse asks, eyes gleaming with more amusement at his anxious and flustered demeanor.

Namjoon nods, finally catching his breath but barely containing the adrenaline still running through him.

"Ok, Mr.Kim. She's in room 43B. Here! You'll need this" the nurse stands to slap a visitor's sticker on his chest. He bows thankfully and heads down the hall in search of the room briskly.

"Congratulations," the nurse says after him, but not loud enough for him to hear. She shakes her head and plops back down in her chair, continuing to file her nails.

"Baby...baby I'm so sorry. I got here as fast as I could" Namjoon apologizes as he bursts into the dim and quiet room, moving quickly to be at her side.

"It's ok....you're here now..." she sighs, smiling weakly. She's pale and clammy, her hair pulled up into a bun with dozens of strands falling on her face. They stick to her forehead due to the sweat.

She was exhausted.

Namjoon clasps her hand in his and plants a few kisses on her forehead.

The heart monitors and other gadgets beeped and printed off readings, distracting Namjoon for a moment before she looks back down at the swollen woman in the hospital bed.

"I would have been here sooner if you didn't make me sign that stupid agreement." He remarks sarcastically.

"Yeah well...If you hadn't skipped so many sessions there wouldn't need to be any agreement, now would there?" She smirks and Namjoon rolls his eyes.

She laughs at his expression but is cut off when the reoccurring sharp pain takes the wind from her chest.

She whimpers and attempts to breathe through it, Namjoon massaging her exposed lower back as she did.

"That's it baby just breathe. You got this..." Namjoon praises her gently.

A few nurses buzzed around them, moving furniture and setting up.

But all Namjoon can focus on now is being there for her as the time drew nearer and nearer.

The door opens and she sighs with relief at the friendly face walking through it.

"Mrs.Kim! I thought we agreed to meet here in 3 more weeks?" An older male in dark green scrubs walks in, his kind smile instantly calming her and Namjoon.

"I tried. But baby Kim has other plans" she says. Another contraction interrupts her, causing her to wince and lean into Namjoons arm and tightening her grip on his hand.

"Breathe baby.." Namjoon says soothingly into her hair.

The doctor turns to get gloved, bowing to let a nurse slip a mask over his face.

He sits on a wheeled stool and slides up to the foot of the bed as other nurses assist in putting her feet up in stirrups.

Her eyes widen with fear when the reality finally starts to hit her and she looks to Namjoon for strength.

He was terrified himself, but he didn't show it, only smiling wide and leaning down to kiss her lips and forehead.

"Ok Mrs.Kim...one more big push for me," the doctor says.

Namjoon tries not to buckle at the pain of his hand crumbling under his wife's grip.

She inhales and groans as she bears down to push as hard as she can.

"Push push push push.." a nurse at her other side says in encouragement.

Seconds later, the tiniest cry emerges from between her legs.

Namjoon stares in awe as the doctor lifts the tiny being as a nurse rushes in to place a blanket underneath.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Kim! It's a girl!" The doctor exclaims, still holding the wriggling blood-covered infant in his hands.

Namjoon looks to his wife, who is flushed and red with tears running down her face.
Every moment he looked at her and thought she was at her most beautiful flashed through his mind. But none of them did this moment any justice. This. Right here. Right now. He had never seen her more beautiful than at this exact moment.

She stirs in the bed, her eyes fluttering open in the dim-lit postpartum suite. She looks to her left side to discover the transparent baby bed empty.

Just as she's about to panic, a soft familiar voice pulls her attention to the far corner of the room.

Namjoon was standing, his back facing her and swaying slowly from side to side.

His low smooth voice hummed and sang softly while their daughter whined and whimpered.

"Wind, wind, wind blowing by
People, people, people that will pass by
My mood is blue, blue, blue
How much I love you
How much, much, much"

His wife just stares at him for a moment in adoration before moving to sit up.

Namjoon looks back when he hears her stirring and flashes his dimpled smile.

"Hi.." he mouths.

"Hi.." she whispers.

"How long have I been asleep?" She rasps, rubbing at the corner of her eye.

"A few hours. You can rest some more. I've got here.." Namjoon says quietly, continuing to rock the tiny bundle of blankets cradled in his large arms.

"And miss this? No thank you."
She says, smiling wide at her husband. He rolls his eyes but doesn't stop swaying.

"That melody was pretty...is that from the new album?" She asks, leaning back against the pillows.

Namjoon shakes his head.
"...just something I just made up."
He responds.

"Is she asleep?" She asks.

He shakes his head again.

"Wide awake..." he makes his way towards her, so she scoots over a bit so he can climb onto the bed next to her. Namjoon lifts his free arm to wrap around his wife's waist and gently pulls her to him.

She rests her head on his chest and reaches to tug the blanket down from her daughter's face.

Large round brown eyes blinked slowly, from the large tanned skin of her father's face to the tired and softer features of her mother's.

She coos and melts both of their hearts at the adorable sound.

"Thank you" Namjoon sighs, after a moment of silence. His wife looks up at his face.

"For what?" She says.

"Everything. Giving me everything I never thought id have. You are my person. My wind. My pride. My truest love. Thank you, Song."

Namjoons voice cracks slightly as his own words begin to affect him.

You blink back your tears and reach up to swipe one away from rolling down his cheek.

"You're welcome..." you say and Namjoon leans down to kiss your lips tenderly.

"You do know that's not my name anymore...." you say smugly.

Namjoon hushes you effectively, making you giggle but obey.

"You'll always be my Song..." he murmurs.

"...and you are my Lyric" he whispers to his daughter lovingly.

They both stare at their daughter, whose eyes were slowly beginning to drift shut as the fullest moon either of them had ever seen shined its luminous glow over them through the window.

The End.