"Hmph" Jimin sits down on his couch with absolutely no ease at all. To sum it up, he's uncomfortable. In his words, "Absolutely fucking uncomfortable."
Jimin's POV:
Pregnancy is a beautiful thing. Hearing the heartbeat of your baby and feeling to soft little kicks your baby sends you is the greatest feeling in the world.
But there's more to it. I'm in that stage of pregnancy where I absolutely want to die. Ok maybe not die, but I hate it. My feet are completely swollen and I can't even see them but I can feel it. My hips have widened out so much my wardrobe consists of dirty sweatpants that I refuse to watch because there the only thing that fit me right now and a sweatshirt that belonged to my ex boyfriend (we don't talk about that mother fucker) and my back aches like crazy because it has curved in order to hold my round 8 month belly in which two twin boys sit heavily and low in.
When I walk around I have one hand supporting my aching back and one hand under my belly to ease the pain. No matter how big I am these babies surely aren't coming out soon. My belly hasn't dropped and I'm not dilated one single inch. These boys are taking their current home for granted.
After being kicked and prodded for about an hour now I head over to my small kitchen to ease my cravings.
As I'm digging through my fridge to find that one string cheese I knew I had to have, a loud knock came from my door. Then some more knocks urgently came after. "Yah! I'm coming!" I yell as I waddle over to the door. I look through the peep hole. "You've got to be shitting me." There stands, the mother fucker we don't speak about.
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A/N: jsjsjs sorry if this one seems rushed I wrote it quickly before bed so I'm pretty I was half asleep writing this... sorry :(
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