Bee was beyond irritable.

She felt heavy, she felt tired, she felt sick. She couldn't shave her legs or put her shoes on. She couldn't walk up the stairs without having to take a break at the top. She couldn't hug Jimin because her stomach was in the way, and her feet hurt. She was sore from all the abuse from her stomach and couldn't get comfortable no matter what she did.

Her baby was a week and a half late already and she couldn't take anymore.

"I've had enough!" She finally screamed when Jimin offered her a hot drink, "I can do it myself, I'm  not an invalid I'm just fucking pregnant!"

"Ah, sorry baby," Jimin said, stepping back. He very quickly learned not to take offence at her sudden outbursts, as she never really meant them.

"Just help me up," Bee muttered, holding her hands out. Jimin smiled and took them, tugging her to her feet, "What's funny?" She snapped, and his smile grew to a grin.

"You're so cute, babe," He said, nuzzling into her neck and kissing her gently, "When you hold your hands out to me like that. I love it,"

Bee sighed and waddled to the kitchen, "Where's the pineapple? I need pineapple,"

"Still having cravings?" Jimin asked, following her in.

"No. It's supposed to start labour,"

"But it's eleven at night. Maybe you should have it in the morning?" Jimin said carefully.

"Then why were you offering me a hot drink?"

"I thought it might help you sleep," He smiled, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest.

His girlfriend sighed again, "Alright, hint taken, I'll go to bed,"

"That's my girl," Jimin grinned and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, guiding her towards the stairs. He held onto her waist as she made her way up and helped her undress to climb into bed. He pushed a pillow between her thighs so that she would be more comfortable and climbed in behind her, cuddling into her back with his hand rubbing her tummy softly.

Bee winced when the baby kicked his hand almost violently and Jimin laughed, "Takes after me, no?"

"Hopefully not as bad tempered," Bee murmured, closing her eyes.

"Says you," Jimin replied, kissing the back of her neck. Bee reached back and slapped his thigh, making him laugh before they both settled down to sleep.

Jimin was woken up by what sounded like grunts of pain and noticed that Bee was sitting up with her legs off the bed.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked, reaching out to touch her. She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Just some contractions. I'm fine,"

"Contractions?!" Jimin jumped up, "We need to get to the hospital!"

"No, it's fine," Bee insisted, "They aren't close enough together, yet, they'd just send me home,"

"Are you sure?" He reached out, rubbing her back.

"Positive. Go back to sleep, Chim,"

Jimin smiled and leaned over, kissing her shoulder, "Don't call me Chim when I can't throw you on y our back and have my way with you,"

Bee laughed and batted him off, "Go to sleep, Jimin,"

They settled back down to sleep again, but Jimin was once again woken by his girlfriend. This time, however, she was just standing next to the bed.

"J-Jimin?"

Jimin hummed, "More contractions, baby? Do you need anything?" He sat up and threw his legs off the bed, looking down when he stood up, "The floor is wet,"

"My water just broke," Bee muttered, "I need dry underwear but I can't get to the drawer,"

"Dry underwear?!" Jimin cried, switching the light on, "You need the hospital!"

"I know that," Bee snapped, "But I want to go in clean, dry underwear! This is not a nice feeling, Jimin!"

"Right, sorry... Right... Sorry,"

Bee rolled her eyes, "Pass me your phone," She took his phone once he had regained enough senses to pick it up, and rang his younger sister.

"Hey, sorry to wake you, Daisy, but-... Yeah... Okay, thanks," She hung up and looked over to Jimin, "Daisy is on her way, can you get my bags ready please?"

***

Jimin yelped in pain as Bee squeezed down on his hand with all her might as she was hit by an intense contraction.

"O-Ow, babe, that hurts!" He whined.

"That hurts?!" She screeched at him, "Well poor fucking baby! Your hand hurts, poor you, it must hurt sooo much more than my-" Bee was cut off by another contraction.

"Woman up," Daisy snapped at her brother, wiping Bee's forehead with a tissue, "She's clearly in a hell of a lot more pain than you,"

"Ah, fuck!" Jimin cried again as Bee crushed his hand.

"You fucking did this to me, Park Jimin!" Bee swore at him, "You can share the pain!"

***

Jungkook paced nervously around Jimin's living room. Deanna and Alexis were sat on the sofa, checking their phones, and Taehyung was leaning up against the doorframe, tapping his foot. Yoongi had just brought more coffee into the living room when Jungkook's phone rang and everyone jumped.

"Hyung?" He put it on speaker and the sound of Jimin's voice floated into the room.

"I'm a dad!" He wailed in a broken voice, and the girls cheered with joy, clutching at each other.

"Congratulations, Jimin!" Yoongi called loudly, "How did it go?"

"Girl or boy?" Alexis asked, "What's the weight? Hair colour? Eye colour?"

"How's Bee?" Deanna added as they all crowded around the phone.

"Boy," Jimin answered, "It's a boy and... He's beautiful!"

They heard another voice in the background, "Jimin, give me your phone and get back to your girlfriend," The voice suddenly grew louder, "Hey, guys,"

"Daisy, how is she?"

"Bee is as good as she can be after pushing out a baby. He weighed eight pounds two ounces and he has black hair like his daddy, but he has grey eyes, just like Bee!"

Once they had finally ended the call, Taehyung and Jungkook shocked the entire room, by bursting into tears.

"We're uncles!" Their girlfriends smiled and hugged them and Yoongi wiped a tear from his own eye. Jimin and Bee deserved happiness like nobody else, and he was so proud that they had gotten this far.

"Who's next then, guys?" he asked with a big gummy smile. Both girls struggled as they were grabbed by their boyfriends.

"Me! I'm older!"

"But I'm better looking!"

"Get your hands off me, I don't want a baby yet,"

"Jungkook, if you don't let go of me right now, you'll never even get the chance to try!"

Yoongi laughed as he sat down on the sofa, picking up his coffee. He had never felt more proud of his best friend and his girlfriend, but he also felt a small twang of jealousy.

"Maybe Daisy would be up for it," He mused quietly, taking a sip of the hot liquid, "I think I'd make a good dad,"