December 22nd. Trimester three. One week and five days to go.

It was impossible; one minute you were opening all the windows and contemplating jumping head first into the kitchen freezer, the next you were shuffling around the house wearing Jungkook’s oversized hoodie with chattering teeth. Your breasts were tender, your back was aching, your head was pounding and to top it all off you felt like a fat, hideous pig.

The silence throughout the cabin was the only thing keeping you from sobbing, today was by far the worst day of your pregnancy so far and all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and sleep. But of course when you tried to nap earlier that day the bed was too cold without Jungkook’s presence, and the sofa was too warm next to the open fire.

Jungkook, who was now officially your boyfriend, had suggested the two of you get out of the stressful city for holidays and spend Christmas in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. Granted, the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful, and it was nice catch a break, especially with your due date round the corner, but neither one of you were prepared for how uncomfortable you would be during the trip.

“Babe?” Jungkook called out as he quietly closed the front door behind him, ridding himself of his winter coat before his gaze landed on your stressed physique, your head in your hands and your stomach looking as though it was about to burst.

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything.” Your voice cracked as the first tear rolled down your cheek, you were past caring when you angrily threw off Jungkook’s black hoodie, leaving you in high waisted yoga pants and a sports bra, your face red and teary.

“Are you too hot? Should I open the window?” Your boyfriend panicked, dropping the shopping bags he held in his hands to rush to your side, his ice cold palm pressing against your forehead to take your temperature.

“Oh my god, yes-, stay there.” You gripped his wrist, basking in the glory of his freezing fingertips. He chuckled lowly, flashing a bright white smile before placing his other hand on the back of your neck; cooling you down immediately.

“Ugh. You’re the best.” You sighed, melting into his touch.

“I know, I’m the one who keeps telling you.” He winked as you threw your legs over one of his muscular thighs, dropping your head on his shoulder.“You’re dripping with sweat Y/N, what the fuck—“

“I’m sorry.” You burst into tears, sobbing into his white shirt as you tried to catch your breath, still contemplating jumping into the kitchen freezer.

“Whoa, please don’t cry, shh.” Jungkook shifted his hands to your waist so he could pull you onto his lap properly before wrapping one round your back and resting the other on your big round bump.“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t fucking know anymore…” You wailed, desperately wiping away the tears that kept cascading down your face, “I’m just so uncomfortable, I’m too hot and then I’m too cold, I’m hungry and then I’m throwing up what I ate… I feel so ugly Kook.”

“Hey listen to me, you are the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Fuck, I can’t stand seeing you like this babe.” His voice trailed off into a small whisper and before long you were being pulled off his lap and being brought to your feet, “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Oh my god, would you?” You sobbed, the ache in your lower back becoming too much.

Jungkook laughed in response, shaking his head softly as though he was in disbelief over your words. He shifted your bodies so you were sat upright on the grey fabric sofa, his legs either side of yours and his chest flush to your back as he began kneading the area between your shoulders.

“This okay?” He asked, applying more pressure.

“Mhm, fuck Jungkook, you’re so good at this.” You breathed, the aches and pains beginning to dissolve beneath his skilled fingertips.

“So you’ve told me before.” He sniggered and you couldn’t help roll your eyes at his comment.

Eventually you were laid back on Jungkook’s chest, slowly falling to sleep as he traced feather light patterns on your bare arms, humming a soft melody. It was times like this you knew that what you had was real; he was really here with you, and you were really doing this. You were really going to have a baby with the man you were falling hopelessly in love with.

“What did you buy earlier anyway?” You whispered, referring to the forgotten shopping bags by the sofa.

“Your Christmas presents.” He whispered back, his hands finding their way to your exposed bump, his large palms resting either side.

“But-“ You tilted your head back to face him, “We said no presents? We said we’d just buy things for the baby instead.”

From this angle you could make out the sharpness of his jawline, the curve of his nose and how he raised a thick eyebrow at your comment; his deep brown gaze fixed with yours and he smiled, “Trust me, you’re worth every penny.”

“You’d better not have spent a fortune Kook!” You scolded, even though your smile was the brightest thing he’d ever seen. Suddenly a familiar fluttering followed by a harsh kick caught you off guard, earning you to gasp.“Oh my god, did you feel that one?” You gripped his hands tightly and pressed them to the left of your stomach, watching his reaction with adoration in your eyes.

“Whoa, he’s a strong little guy!” Jungkook exclaimed, staring at your stomach in amazement, “He must get that from me because you’re definitely not this strong.”

“What makes you think he’s a he?” You chuckled, deciding to ignore his statement.

“It’s just a feeling.”

December 25th. Trimester three. One week and two days to go.

“When did you even get the time to buy these?” Jungkook frowned, unamused by your surprise presents. He was sat next to the Christmas tree, wearing nothing more than plaid pyjama pants, messy bed hair and a small curious smile.

“I ordered them online after that massage you gave me.” You grinned, gesturing for him to open the first parcel.

“You know you didn’t have to buy me anything, right? I would’ve been fine with a cuddle and a blow j-“

“Jungkook!” You had to bite back your laughter, “Just open them, please.”

“Fine, fine.”

After almost forty minutes of exchanging gifts you realised in that moment that Jeon Jungkook was the love of your life. He’d spoiled you thoroughly with your favourite perfume, some makeup he’d seen you ogling in the store almost two months ago, comfy post-baby clothes, and a designer handbag you’d mentioned you liked one time around six months ago. With Christmas songs playing softly in the background, the smell of turkey flooding your senses and your tummy fluttering with the familiar presence of your baby, there was no doubt in your mind that this was the happiest day of your life.

“Y/N?” Jungkook scratched the back of his neck nervously, a coy smile broadening his lips.

“What? Don’t you like your presents?” You frowned, your gut beginning to sink with worry and disappointment.

“No, I love them actually.” He reassured you, “There’s just something I want to tell you…”

“If you’re breaking up with me on Christmas Day I swear I’ll kill you.” You joked, internally panicking that you were right, and this would be the end of your happiness.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not breaking up with you.” He snorted, smiling before taking your hands in his, “…I love you.”

Without hesitating you smiled back, unsure if the strong butterflies in your abdomen were caused by his words or the baby moving much more forcefully than normal.

“I love you too.”

“Good, cause I already impregnated you so it’d be awkward if you didn’t feel—“

“Jungkook.” Your voice was stern as you gripped his hand impossibly tight, your eyes as wide as saucers as the realisation dawned over you.

“You can’t take it back you’ve already said it—“

“Jungkook! How close is the nearest hospital?!” You squeezed your eyes shut tight as an overwhelming punch of pain shot straight to between your legs, trying your best not to scream.

As Mariah Carey’s ‘All I Want For Christmas’ filled the air of the cabin, your boyfriend rushed into the master bedroom to grab your hospital bag, insisting on carrying you to the car so you didn’t slip on the ice. You called all your friends and family on the hour long drive to the hospital, nerves, excitement and a pain growing stronger than the man driving the car rushed through your tummy. Jungkook squeezed your hand in his before pressing a kiss to your palm.

“Babe you’ve got this, I promise.”

As expected of Jeon Jungkook, he was right, your son Jeon Jeongsan was born 9:01PM on December 25th, weighing a healthy 7lbs and 6oz.