Stay With Me

Epilogue Part 3

Baekhyun was asleep on the couch, his hair was a mess, his limbs splayed everywhere on the furniture. I smiled slightly and went to attend to our dog.

"Hello Jobih," I greeted the dog, who barked his delight and padded out of the living room with me. I glanced down at my slightly visible stomach and let a smile spread across my face. The smile soon faded when the telephone rang and jogged over to it so it wouldn't wake Baekhyun.

"Yeboseyo?" I answered. There was nothing but breathing on the other side of the line as I waited for  an answer. I sat patiently until Baekhyun walked into the kitchen area. His hair as in all different directions as I quickly hung up the phone. His eyesbrows knit themselves together as he stepped closer to me.

"Who as on the phone Mel?" He asked with a slight smile on his lips. I just shook my head in reply and made my way to the bathroom. I walked inside and shut the door. My eyes traveled to the clean mirror that reflected my messy bun and my pale skin. Thoughts raced through my head as I thought of who could have possibly called my home and not have even said hello back to me. I frowned at my reflection and opened the mirror, taking out the pills that are supposed to help me with my mood swings. My hands were trembling as I fumbled with the bottle that refused to open. Tears soon filled my eyes, threatening to spill over my bottom lid and land on the cold white tiles that decorated the bottom of the bathroom. I bit my lips and continued to struggle to open the bottle. I let out frustrated cry and slid down the wall, my butt connected with the tiles and the tears fell. Some hit my hand and the others hit the floor with a small plop. The orange bottle was in my grasp as I quietly sobbed. Memories of the struggles I went through just to be with Baekhyun flooded my mind as I sat on the floor, helplessly emptying my tear ducts. I pushed loose strands of hair away from my eyes as I continued my emotional session on the bathroom floor, until Baekhyun opened the door and looked down at me. I couldn't meet his eyes, even when he bent down and pushed more hair out of my face. His thumbs wiped away tears from my face but he soon stopped when new tears replaced the one he just wiped.

"What's the matter?" He asked with a gentle voice. Another sob escaped my lips as I lifted the bottle with weak arms.

"I couldn't get it open," I whimpered, earning a soft chuckle from him as he took the bottle from me. The bracelet on his wrist fell down as he pushed the cover of the bottle and twisted it. The bottle opened with a soft pop and he dumped two out before closing the bottle. He disappeared out of the bathroom, returning with a glass of water a few seconds later. He crouched down and gave me the glass and the pills. I murmured a 'thank you' before taking the pills. Baekhyun sat down across from me with a smile on his face. "Sorry," I muttered, looking down at the tiles, my finger tracing the corners. He shook his head and leaned forward so his face was inches away from mine.

"Ani," He chuckled. "Gwenchana," He said while resting his hand on my stomach.

"Are you angry at me? Should I abort the baby? That's what we will do," I decided as I stood up. Baekhyun's eyes widened and he grabbed my hands as I rambled on about setting an appointment immediately. "Baekhyun, we more than likely are not ready for a baby and we don't need to be. This baby will always have a place in my heart but we have to give it up," I concluded and Baekhyun just shook his head.

"No," He said calmly. I would have listened if I wasn't so engrossed in the long discussion with myself.

"Yes," I said as I made my way to the phone. "We will abort it. I love you so much and I don't want a divorce but this baby might tear up our marriage. You already hate the mood swings and I don't want to break up. I can see it now," I said and paused halfway to the phone to look at the ceiling. My face screwed up into a 'I am thinking about something very interesting' face. "'Meliana, it's you not me. You and I both know this can't work with baby and I don't have the patience. I am so not sorry,' And then you just walk out the door." I concluded once again. Jobih's barks fill the room as I grab my phone and dial my doctor's number. It rings once before the phone is snatched out of my hand, a small cry escapes my lips as Baekhyun hangs up the phone and puts the phone on the far side of the counter, sadly, where I can't reach it.

"Listen to me," Baekhyun says, his eyes burning into my soul. "I am very happy that you and I will be having a baby. I don't care about the mood swings because at the end of the day we were supposed to be together. I won't lie, getting up to help your unusual cravings for things like celery or raisins is sometimes unbearably irritating but, I love coming home and seeing you on the couch curled into a ball watching T.V. Or you sitting on the floor waiting for me to come home so we can keep playing the game we were playing before I left. Singing and dancing is stressful as well but I come back home and guess who I see? The one person I can think about. All the time. So no we won't abort the baby. We will keep it for the 6 more months that we need to keep it for until it comes out. Then we will have the actually baby in our arms and we will take care of it until the day we die." He said sternly and I nodded my understanding. He took my phone and put it on the refrigerator, causing my mouth to open. "Just in case you get any ideas." He said, then walked back over to me. I was forced to sit in the chair across from him and we sat in silence.

"I am sorry," I mumbled.

"Gwenchana," Was his short reply. When the phone rang, he stood and walked to the house phone. "Yeboseyo?" He answered. He poked his head in the kitchen and looked directly at me. I stared back before he disappeared again. I heard the phone connected with its base once again before he padded back into the kitchen with a blank look on his face.

"Who was on the phone Baek?" I asked and looked up with a startled expression on his face. I raised my eyebrows waiting for a reply but I got none. "Baekhyun?" I asked again and his eyes met mine.

"No one," He said and I almost slapped him.

"Why are you lying to me?" I questioned, making him stand and walk away, leaving me in the kitchen. Baekhyun returned with a box and rested it on the table. The box was just regular cardboard but when he opened it and reached in, he pulled out a class case with two white pieces of paper in it. I immediately recognized it. 

"Is that..?" I whispered and he nodded. He took a paper out and unfolded it revealing the heading of the document. He grabbed a lighter and flicked it. Fire burst from it and immediately jumped up. "Baekhyun, what are you doing?" I asked as I slowly walked over to him.

"So many headaches and I honestly just realized how much I don't need this," He replied, not meeting my soft gaze.

"You know you love to sing. Don't destroy your dream. That copy is your whole world. Singing is your dream and destroying that document will do nothing." I reasoned.

"You are my world," He answered and I shook my head, reaching for the paper. He didn't fight, he just let me take it. I folded it neatly and set it next to the other paper.

"Now will you tell me who was on the phone?" I asked as I pushed him so he was sitting down.

"Chanyeol," He muttered and I gave a sign for him to continue, which he did. "He said that he was in love with me and that he has always wanted to be with me but was disappointed when I told them I was dating you."

"That is adorable." I smiled. He looked up at me with eyes full of horror.

"No!" He exclaimed. "It is so weird. I have nothing against gay people but he is one of my closest friends. He let me rant to him when the other members made us break up. He is like my brother and this is to weird for me."

"So you were going to destroy your dream to save your friendship from being the whole 'That Awkward Moment' movie?" I asked and he slowly nodded. I chuckled, getting up and making my way to him. I stood behind him, wrapping my arms around him and resting my hands on chest. My chin sat comfortably on his shoulder and he leaned back slightly.

"I love you," I whispered and he turned to press his lips against mine. When we came apart, he smiled and nodded.

"I love you too," He replied before standing me and taking me into the bedroom. We climbed into bed and laid down facing each other. I stared into his eyes until he drifted off into dream land. Me following after him.