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But on the other hand Jisung's
silence about the whole baby
topic scared Minho endlessly.

He really tried to tell himself that
he didn't have an opinion about it,
that he didn't care what his husband
would eventually decide.

But it was a lie, a big fat lie even
Minho could hardly believe.

He already loved their child.

"There you go, one tea for
my lovely husband."

A steaming cup was placed on
the dark wooden bedside drawer,
right beside their framed
wedding photo.

And before Jisung could say
anything, the ravenette also
placed a cool towel on his
husband's sweaty forehead.

"Cuddles?"

"I'm feeling extremely hot,
I'm sweaty and I probably stink
but I'd love some snuggles…"

"Sungie, I love you.
Even when you stink,
my love for you is stronger
than your smell"

Minho chuckled as he laid down
beside the younger male and
helped him get his shirt off.

If Jisung wanted snuggles,
he should at least not get too warm.

"My sweet boy.
If the sickness won't be any
better next week, we'll go to
the doctor's again."

"N-no.."

"But Sungie love..
.. Your health is important."

"Are you saying that because you
actually mean my health or are
you just worrying about the baby?"

There it was, the big fat truth.

Jisung wasn't excited about the baby.

"Jisungie.."

Minho sighed softly as he
caressed his husband's lower back,
even if the blonde was upset, he
still stayed in his position where
he was resting his head on the
older's chest.

"You've already lost so much weight,
this isn't about the baby anymore.
It's putting you in danger as well
if it keeps being like that. I don't
want you to faint again…"

A strange silence settled in the
couple's bedroom, only Soonie's
soft purring was audible from
where the cat had curled up
on Jisung's pink arm chair.

"Your health and your happiness
is all I care about, Sungie.
Everything else is up to you but
I won't just watch how you
destroy yourself, my love."

The blonde sighed heavily as he
rubbed his cheek on his husband's
chest and tightened his grip
around Minho's waist.

"Okay. If I don't feel any better
next week, I'll go to the doctor's.
I promise." 

Jisung somehow regretted his
promise, he just wanted to snuggle
back up under his blanket and
cuddle their cats but instead he was
sitting on one of those uncomfortable
plastic chairs in the waiting area
of the hospital, his hand tightly
intertwined with Minho's.

"I wanna go home.."

He whined softly as he rested his
head on his husband's shoulder.

"I know, love.
But the doctor will give
you something to make
you feel better, hm?"

Minho pouted since he couldn't
kiss the younger's head, both had
to wear masks and hats in
public after all.

If Jisung wasn't looking so tired,
sick and exhausted right now, the
ravenette would probably drool
over his husband.

He was wearing his black
puffer jacket, white baggy pants,
black combat boots and his dark
blue cap, hiding his disheveled
blonde hair.

"Mr Han-Lee?
Dr Kim is waiting for you,
please follow me."

A young nurse bowed at the
couple and guided them to the
examination room where the doctor
was already waiting for them.

"Mr Han-Lee, Mr Lee.
What brings you here today?
How can I help?"

"W-well.. I've been sick ever since
I was dismissed from the hospital,
I barely manage to keep a
piece of toast down."

"So the morning sickness is
still very extreme, huh?"

Jisung nodded softly.

"I'd prescribe you some medicine
that settles your tummy but that
should also work against the
general nausea.
Have you found a gynecologist yet
to keep track of your pregnancy?"

Minho frowned when his husband
suddenly pulled his hand away from
his hand just to cross his arms
over his lower chest as if
he was feeling cold.

Or really uncomfortable.

"N-not yet.."

Dr Kim noted something on a
little piece of paper before he
handed it over to Jisung with
a blue and a yellow flyer.

"Here's an address of a colleague
of mine, he's a specialist and I can
also promise you that he handles
your privacy very professionally.

And these two are just..

Options."

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:(((