"This sucks," Jungkook said as Y/N walked out of the back of the restaurant that night. she helped Taehyung plan the following week's menus. It had been four weeks since she found out she was pregnant.

There were no obvious signs on her body that she was expecting. Her nipples were a little tender, and she still suffered from morning sickness. Jungkook was always there to hold her hair out of the way and rub her back.

"What does?" Y/N asked, taking a seat beside him. She toed off her shoes and rubbed her heels. The only downfall of working as a waitress was being on her feet for hours at a time.

"Taehyung. He gave me another warning, refusing to listen to reason. You're going to have to talk with him."

She raised a brow, looking at him. "You're crazy, right? Taehyung is my savior right now. He's the only one who can stand up to you."

Jungkook pulled away from the restaurant and glanced at her. "You're seriously not bothered by all the male attention?"

Resting her head on the back of the seat, she chuckled. "I've only ever been interested in one man, and he's proving to be a little difficult." She put her foot back on the floor, rubbing it.

"I'll massage your feet tonight," Jungkook offered.

"Aw, really?" she asked, a soft smile on her lips.

"Yeah. I'll pamper you."

"It's late. Don't you have work tomorrow?" She smiled as she watched him. If she reached out to touch him, he'd turn toward her, allowing her to. The whole experience was surreal to her.

"The good thing about being the boss, Y/N, is that I can take whatever day off I want. We'll take some time together, and you're going to be treated, whether you like it or not."

"I'm not going to argue with you." She rested her hand on her stomach, a habit she'd developed more and more recently.

"Is everything okay?" Jungkook asked, his hand landing on her stomach, covering hers.

"Yeah, everything's perfect."

"Then why are you touching your stomach? Are you in pain?"

She shook her head. "You need to stop reading all those pregnancy books about what could go wrong."

"And you need to start reading them. There are always complications with giving birth."

"I'm not going to read something that will freak me out." She removed her hand from under his, but Jungkook kept his hand on her stomach, slowly moving it down to her thigh.

Her heart raced at the smallest touch of his hands.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

They'd been intimate, but they hadn't had sex since finding out about her pregnancy. Jungkook refused to touch her until he was sure everything was okay.

No matter how much she reassured him that sex was fine, he didn't believe her. He wanted to wait until the doctor confirmed they could.

He glided his hand underneath her uniform.

"The doctor you wanted to use isn't free until next week, but they've put me on folic acid," Y/N said. "I spoke to the doctor on the phone. He asked if I was spotting and explained what to watch out for."

Jungkook moved her panties out of the way, touching her slit.

She gasped, closing her eyes as he stroked from her clit down. "Open your legs. I want to get as much cream as I can."

"You shouldn't be doing this. You're driving."

"And I'm being very careful," Jungkook said, plunging two fingers inside her. She moaned as she watched him suck the cream from his fingers, the sight making her core tighten.

"Beautiful."

He couldn't get them home fast enough. Within twenty minutes, they were entering his apartment. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting him to touch her like he had in the car.

"No, I don't think so, Y/N. You're going to take a bath, and then I'm going to give you that foot massage I promised." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Go on."

"What? You're seriously turning down sex?" she teased, surprised.

"Not turning it down, just postponing it." He kissed her lips before guiding her toward the bathroom. "Now, do as I ask. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Y/N went into the bathroom and took her time running a bath. She relaxed into the warm water, staring up at the ceiling as her thoughts wandered to Jungkook. He had been attentive, the perfect gentleman, and she truly loved him. But the image of Anaya flashed in her mind. The guilt returned, and she sat up, touching her chest.

Anaya tried to kill you. You don't owe her anything.