JIMIN

We had been at the hospital for about nine hours, and I was feeling incredibly useless. Bee was in a lot of pain, and I couldn't do anything to help her; or so I thought.

"Babe! Babe my hand- ow, please it hurts!" I cried, trying to yank my hand free from my wifes, as what was obviously a powerful contraction hit her.

"Oh poor baby!" She yelled back, "You're in pain, boohoo! Why don't you try pushing a watermelon out of your- ahh!"

Whatever she was going to say was cut off by a gasp of pain, but I was momentarily stunned, as she had never spoken like this to me before. However, when she spoke again, once again squeezing my hand and crushing my bones, I was snapped back to reality.

"You fucking did this to me, Park Jimin! You can fucking share the pain!"

I could hear the midwife snigger behind her mask and looked over at her in annoyance, once Bee had relaxed her grip on my now deformed hand.

"Believe it or not, shouting and squeezing the husbands hand actually helps the mother," She assured me. I just glared at her, yelping as Bee began to squeeze again.

"You're doing great, Bee," The midwife said, "It's just about time for you to begin pushing,"

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I couldn't control my tears as the midwife placed what we were told was a healthy baby girl into Bees tired arms, and she immediately cuddled the tiny thing up against her chest, the most wonderful smile I had ever seen on her face.

I knew that I would remember this moment for the rest of my life, and without even thinking, I lifted my phone to take a picture of the two most important girls in my life.

A few moments later, the midwife came to clean our baby girl up and then she smiled, "Congratulations. I'll leave you to rest for a little,"

She closed the door behind her as she left, and I sank to my knees next to the bed, my trembly hands reaching out; one to take my brave Bees hand, the other to touch our daughters little head.

"I'm so proud of you," I said to her softly as she smiled down at our baby, "You did so well,"

She beamed up at me, "You want to hold her?"

I wasn't sure I trusted myself to hold her. I was trembling all over, and I was an emotional wreck, but I reached out as Bee lifted the tiny body, placing her in my arms.

I smiled down at the little face, my heart swelling with so much joy that I couldn't even begin to describe the feeling. I wanted to speak to her; to tell her how loved she was, and how I was going to do everything in my power to give her a good and happy life; but I could find no words. Instead, I just smiled in wonder, at the little girl that I had helped to create.

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"It's a girl!" I cried, my tears once again present, as I came out of the ward and into the waiting area, where both our fathers and my brother-in-law were waiting.

They weren't allowed into the delivery area, and Bee had told them that if they stepped foot in the delivery suite when she was in there that she would disown them, anyway.

All three of them jumped on me, hugging me tightly as they exclaimed their congratulations. I showed them the picture I had taken on my phone, and was almost deafened by their responses of "She's beautiful," and "aww".

"How is Noona?" Jungkook asked, "Is she okay?"

"She's tired," I answered, "But she's doing well. She was feeding our little girl when I left, so I'm going to go back in there now. I just wanted to tell you,"

"What have you named her?" My father asked as I started to head back into the maternity unit.

"I'm not telling you," I smiled, "Until Bee is with me,"

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BEE

Jimin had made sure that there was no paparazzi as we left the hospital. My brother, Dad and father-in-law had yet to meet their new family member, but had agreed to wait for us at home, so I had a chance to get a quick breather before being bombarded.

Jimin had our little girl, wrapped up in her car seat in one hand, and over his other shoulder was my hospital bag. His free hand was gripping mine tightly as we slowly made our way down to where his car had been parked the day before.

The hour long journey home was quiet and peaceful, and I took the chance to doze in the front seat, as I knew that as soon as we got home, my chances of sleeping was going to decrease.

When we arrived, Jimin woke me gently.

"Baby, sorry to wake you," He said, "But we're home,"

I groaned softly and rubbed my eyes, climbing out of the car. Jimin reached into the back, unclipping our daughters car seat and lifting it free. She had slept the entire way home, and was still asleep. She looked so peaceful and so beautiful, that despite my exhaustion, I smiled as Jimin led me to the lift to our apartment.

We had already looked at some new places to live, but had decided to stay where we were until we were ready to move; after all, a baby should sleep in the same room as it's mother for a few months, at least.

When I opened the door, I was almost thrown backwards by the force of a large, muscular body hitting me, and only his arms around me kept me from falling.

"Jungkook, easy!" I heard my Dad scold, "She's been through a lot, let her breathe,"

"Sorry, Noona," My brother said, giving me one last squeeze before backing up, "I was just worried,"

"I'm alright," I smiled up at him, patting his arm, "But let's get in, it's cold out here,"

Although it was obvious that all three of the guests were itching to get their hands on my baby, they all kept a respectful distance, waiting for Jimin to get me sat down before they peered into the carrier.

"She's beautiful," Jimins dad gasped.

"She looks just like you, Noona,"

"I'm so proud of you, Bee,"

I smiled, reaching down to unbuckle the straps, and gently lifted my baby out of the seat, pulling the extra blankets off her body as she stirred.

"Dad, Jungkook, Father," I addressed the three of them as Jimin stood proudly by my side, "I'd like to introduce you to Park Mina,"

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AN: Just in case you hadn't noticed, Series three will mostly be Jimin POV.

I hope you could understand this chapter, it's really hard to describe the feeling of having a baby, because it really is the most wonderful feeling, and I hope that came across in my writing.

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