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Her constant reminders were filled with hopes for a grandchild, making it clear that she was determined to see the Ives legacy continued through the birth of a little boy.

It was one such similar day when the telephone in the house rang up. Jungkook hesitated before answering his mother's call, sensing the inevitable turn in the conversation toward the persistent topic.

"Jungkook, sweetheart, have you and Y/n thought about expanding the family? It would be wonderful for the Ives empire.", she spoke in her sugar coated voice.

"Well, Mom, we're... you know, taking our time with it.", Jungkook blushed.

"That's sweet, dear. But in our family, we've always believed in building a legacy early. Your father and I had your elder brother by your age.", she further pressed on.

"Yeah, I get that, Mom. We just want to make sure everything's right before..."

"Before what, Jungkook? Sometimes, tradition provides the right path. A grandchild would mean so much for the future of the Ives name.", her persistence became too much at this point for Jungkook.

"I'll keep it in mind, Mom. We'll see how things go.", as the call ended, Jungkook couldn't shake off the irritation in his heart from building up.

As Y/n overheard Jungkook's conversation with his mother, a mix of emotions welled up within her. In her inner thoughts, she grappled with the dilemma of whether to reveal her secret. On one hand, the conservative expectations of Jungkook's family weighed heavily on her mind – they longed for a grandson, not a granddaughter.

The fear of disappointing them loomed large. However, a stronger sentiment tugged at her conscience. She reasoned that Jungkook, as the father, deserved to know about the life growing within her.

At night time, the dining table seemed to stretch between Jungkook and Y/n, as they both sat at the very opposite ends of the long table, emphasizing the emotional distance that had become a silent companion during their meals.

Jungkook, his eyes navigating the void, cautiously broached the customary dialogue. "How was your day?"

Y/n's response carried a fragility, her gaze momentarily lingering on Jungkook's face. "Fine. Yours?"

"Busy. The usual," he replied, the words a threadbare attempt at breaching the detachment.

A measured formality enveloped them, each word echoing a well-rehearsed dance of restraint. In the subtle pauses, Y/n clutched at the edges of her nerves, a hesitant breath betraying her anticipation. The room hung on the precipice of unspoken words, the tension building with each heartbeat.

Jungkook, aware of the uncharted territory they traversed, sought to maintain the decorum. "Anything new today?"

Y/n's fingers traced an invisible pattern on her napkin, a veil of nervousness cloaking her response. "Not really. The usual routine."

The vulnerability in her tone did not escape Jungkook's notice, yet the formality remained their refuge. "Good to hear."

As the meal progressed, Y/n grappled with the approaching revelation, her heart beating in sync with the unspoken anticipation. Finally, summoning a reservoir of courage, she spoke with a voice that trembled with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

"Actually, there's something I need to tell you, Jungkook."

His gaze sharpened, attentiveness etched across his features. "What is it?"

Y/n, her nerves laid bare, took a steadying breath. "Well, it's good news. I'm pregnant. We're going to have a baby."

Jungkook sat in stillness, his eyes fixed on Y/n, as the weight of her revelation settled around him. Numbness gripped him momentarily, the words hanging in the air, and time seemed to suspend in that moment.