Staring down at the little pink cross on the white stick that was about to change your life forever, a content smile broadened your lips. You and your husband Jimin had spent almost eight months trying to conceive, at times the two of you had thought it was never going to happen; but here you were, sat in the bathroom with the beginnings of a new life growing inside you.

Jimin was due to arrive home from work within the next thirty minutes so you decided to order your usual pizza for dinner, and a couple of brownies, oh and some cookies, maybe a couple of milkshakes would be good too… Come to think of it, you should’ve seen the signs long before the taking the test.

Your last period was around two months ago, giving that you’d recently bought a new property you put your lack of menstrual cycle down to the stress of the move; but when you missed your second period you found yourself down the feminine hygiene aisle in your local store, a peculiar excitement brewing inside you. Little did you know you were around eight weeks pregnant. That was almost five hours ago, you promised yourself you would wait for your husband to return from the office before doing the test but you were just so indescribably excited, it was finally happening.

A loud knock on the front door startled your figure, earning you to jump in surprise before chuckling at how skittish you’d become. After paying for the pizza you went straight into the cute cottage-like kitchen and started assembling two plates of food; impeccable timing really as Jimin called out your name merely seconds after you’d finished plating up.

“Y/N? Are you home?” He shouted, kicking off his shoes before finding you setting the table.“Smells good, I didn’t know we were ordering tonight?”

“It was a spur of the moment decision.” You admitted with a grin brighter than the sun; despite seeing him every day you never tired of his muscular physique in his crisp navy suit.

“Someone’s in a good mood… Did you see that dog again?” Jimin took his seat next to you at the dining table before biting into his first slice of spicy meatball pizza.

Rolling your eyes you chuckled lowly, nudging him with your elbow. He was talking about the next door neighbour’s new puppy you’d fallen completely in love with, it had been just about the only thing you’d talked about for the past week.“No no, not today. How was work?”

“It was okay even though I had to save Taehyung’s ass, he’s still hungover from his three day stag party last weekend. What about you? Get any writing done today?” He asked before taking another mouthful of pizza.

“Mhm, I killed off the love interest before I went to the store, I’ll probably finish the chapter tonight.” You smiled, being a best-selling romantic novelist you worked entirely from home; it still warmed your heart how supportive Jimin was of your passion, being the first person to read anything you’d ever written.“When’s the wedding again?”

“Two weeks tomorrow, hopefully his hangover’s passed by then.” He sniggered, frowning in confusion as he watched you eat three cookies and a brownie in less than a minute.“You okay?” He asked carefully, pouring himself a glass of red wine you’d set on the table, his features mystified as he realised there was only one glass.

“Babe…” You took his hands in yours, unable to wipe the smile off your face. “I did a pregnancy test.”

“What? Oh my god-, Are you…?” His eyes widened with a loveable mixture of surprise and excitement as he too couldn’t stop smiling, his white teeth almost blinding you. The idea of having a baby who looked just like him made your head spin, you were so so lucky.

“Yes! Around 8 weeks!” You shrieked as your husband picked you up from the dining room chair, squeezing your middle tightly in the most affectionate embrace you’d ever shared. As he gently placed you down his palms wandered to your stomach, his thumbs tracing small patterns over your clothes.

“We’ll have to check with the doctor though, I might’ve worked out the date wrong.”

“I can’t believe it… We’re going to have a family! Ah Y/N… I love you so much.” His eyes were watery as he pulled you in for a kiss, leaving one hand on your stomach and using the other to cup your face.

“I can’t believe it either… Are you happy?” You asked between stolen kisses, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you watched your husband cry for the first time in front of you.

“Happy? I’m so much more than happy. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Just under seven months later you gave birth to a healthy baby girl named Park Min Hee, she had her father’s smiling eyes and rosy plump lips; and she was the centre of yours and Jimin’s world.