His Child

Chapter 8

~Y/n's Pov~

We arrived at a park. I didn't know what park it was, because i had never been here. 

Namjoon took a blanket out, and spread it on the ground, right next to the peaceful lake in front of us, with a view of the city behind it. No one was really here, but that made it more peaceful.

we ate and talked, and had fun. I forgot about all of the worries, just happy that i could spend more time with them.    

I missed times like these. When I had first met his mom, I was really shy. It was about 3 years ago. she was incredibly nice, and i also met his father that day. His sister, I knew since high school, shes my best friend. I should probably tell her about the baby, but she might tell Namjoon, or his parents, and I dont know how they would react to me getting pregnant before marriage.

"Umm, Namjoon, is there a restroom around here somewhere?" I asked, suddenly having to pee.

"Yeah, there one over there, halfway across the lake. It isnt far. Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, its okay joon, continue talking to eomma, I'll be back." He smiled, and then i left.

~Namjoon's Pov~

Y/n has been acting weird. She hasn't been her normal happy self. It's kind of scaring me. And why has she been crying Lately? She thinks that i don't notice, but I do. She was crying when I came home yesterday, and this morning. Did something happen at the hospital, and she just didn't tell me? I might ask her when we get home.

"Namjoon-ahh, when are you two getting married, and giving me grandchildren?" Mom asked, as soon as y/n left.

"Eomma, I'm not sure is y/n's ready for that. I don't want to rush her into something she might not want." I told her, smiling a litte. "You should ask her what she thinks about starting  family then. I know you're an idol, but surely you care about her more that being an idol." She said, turning her head to where y/n left.

"Of course i do, eomma. She stuck with me, and didn't give up on me when almost everyone did. So of course i care about her more than being an idol. I love my fans, and they love me, so i'm kind of sure they also would love it if i have a family." I told her.

She looked back at me, and pursed her lips. "Don't you know about those other idols that did the same thing? I told you that there would be consequences that come with being an idol, that's why I didn't want you to be one honey. But I knew that it was what you wanted, so i didn't say anything else about it. Namjoon-ahh, you can barely go places without someone recognising you, and I don't like that. I love you Namjoon, I want you to have a life, honey."

''I know eomma, but it'll be okay. I know that my fans would love it, but I also know that some of them also wouldn't, but I wouldn't care. I love my fans, but if they won't accept me and my family, then that's their choice." I smiled. But a little worried about whether Army would accept it.

She sighed and pulled me into a hug. "Okay honey. Whatever your choice is, I will be right here with you." I hugged her back, and kissed her head. Thank you, eomma, for believing in me.

~Y/n's pov~

After using the restroom and washing my hands, I went back to where joon and his mother were. They were sitting and talking, both of them having smiles on their faces. "Oh, y/n, you're back, come sit." His mom said, patting the spot between her and namjoon. I sat down. 

After a while, the sun started to set, so we gathered our things and put them in the car. Time seems to fly fast when you're having fun.  

AFter we dropped his mom off and said our goodbyes, we headed back home. I was kind of tired. My eyes were a little droopy as i looked out the window, seeing cars and busses pass by. "Someone's sleepy." Namjoon looked over at me, smiling, then put his eyes back on the road. "Don't worry baby, we're almost home."

We stopped at a red light, and joon leaned over, brushing my hair away from my face, and kissing my forehead. I smiled a little, closing my eyes, and intertwined our hands. 

When the light turned green again, looked back at the road, and i just closed my eyes, listening to all of cars honking and beeping.                                                                                                                                                  ___________________________________________

"Y/n, baby. Wake up, we're home." Mumbling incoherent words, I snuggle back, on the seat. Joon giggled, then wrapped his arms around my waist and under my knees, and picked me up, bridal style. Not wanting to let go, I just wrapped my arms around his neck, snuggling up to him now.  He's warm.

We got up to our apartment, and Joon opened the door, with ease might I add. He walked into our room, and sat me down on the bed. "Now, you have to get into your pajamas baby. After that you can sleep, okay?"

Nodding my head slowly, I get up, and head to the closet, with Joon following closely behind me. 

I tugged my shirt and skirt off in a haste, wanting to feel the comfort of the bed again. I pulled my pajamas on, and joon does the same. Taking all of my jewelry off, except for my ring, i put them on the little table in the edge of the closet.

Once I was out of the closet, I layed on the bed, exhausted from todays events, and Joon does the same. He wraps his arms around me, and I lay me head on his chest, with my hand fiddling with the silk of his pajamas.

when I was falling asleep, Joon said "Y/n, you've been acting different lately. You've been crying, and you're not your usual happy self. Is it something that I did? Did something happen at the hospital? You know that I will listen if something is wrong, so please just tell me baby, I dont like seeing you like this." He sounded like he was on the verge of crying.

resting a hand on his cheek, I kiss him lightly. I just couldn't tell him, no matter how guilty I felt. I'm sorry baby. I cant tell you, I don't know how you would react.

"Nothings wrong baby, I've just been a little sad lately. It might be because of my dad." My father died two years ago. He was the only family I had, my mom had shortly died after she gave birth to me, so I didnt have and memories of her, only the stories my father told me about her.

"Oh, well thats understandable, I hope our date helped you feel a little better." He smiled a little, with a hint of worry in his eyes. "I'm okay joonie, Now lets cuddle, Im cold. 

Chuckling a little, he pulled me closer to his chest, and we layed there, waiting for sleep to take over us, and soon, It did.