exobubz (exobubz) wrote,

Not Intended: Delivery Date

Not Intended au: Delivery date
(3rd mpreg installment)

Chanyeol thought that pregnancy made Baekhyun absolutely beautiful despite how many crying fits the boy had. There were a lot of errands that left Luhan constantly running around the house. There were even times when Kyungsoo was so tired that Chanyeol had to be the one to drive to the grocery store to buy groceries since Baekhyun ate almost all the time.

As the due date approached, Baekhyun became more tamed, but this was partially due to the fact that Chanyeol wouldn’t let him do anything anymore. It wasn’t as though Baekhyun could do anything for himself either. When he tried to reach for Nugget, he couldn’t. His belly was in the way and he couldn’t reach over and bend down anymore.

“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun whined one afternoon as he came out from the hallway wearing his sweat pants, but from the looks of it, it was wet. “I think I pissed in my pants again. This is horrible, don't you think?”

Coming from the kitchen, Chanyeol set down the spoon ladle he was using to stir Baekhyun’s chicken noodle soup and walked over to meet up with the brunet while wiping his hands on his apron. “But you didn’t even drink that much liquid today. I mean, I insisted, but you cried when I tried to tell you to drink anyways.”

Scrunching his face, Baekhyun stomped his feet repeatedly. “I’m so gross! My bladder’s not even functioning anymore. It’s all your fault I have a kid inside of me whose head is pressing against my sensitive organ.”

After crouching down and checking the damage, Chanyeol noticed the lack of scent. When he took too long to think about it, Baekhyun became embarrassed and tried to push him away. “What’re you doing!? You’re embarrassing me!”

Grabbing hold of Baekhyun’s hands and prying them off of his head, Chanyeol stood back up and gave his small fiancé a look. “Are you sure you pissed or did your water finally break?”

Giving the giant an appalled look, Baekhyun gasped. “I don’t know! How is that even supposed to feel? They always make it seem so dramatic in those parenting videos.”

Letting go of Baekhyun’s hands, Chanyeol put an arm around him and started leading the waddling male back to their room. “Let’s get our things and go to the hospital just in case.”


When Chanyeol tried to lead them to their bedroom, Baekhyun had other ideas and broke off, heading to his old bedroom. Chanyeol looked back at him with a confused look on his face as he watched the short brunet walk over to his bookshelf.

“Baekhyun,” he called cautiously.


“What’re you doing?”

“I’m packing books,” Baekhyun replied as he took three novels from his shelf and started walking back to Chanyeol. “I have to finish them for the book club. I can’t let giving birth get in the way of that.”

“You’re going to read while you’re in labor?” Chanyeol tried to understand.

“Keeps the mind at ease.”

“Does it keep your mind at ease when you’re in labor?” Chanyeol asked as Baekhyun passed him and dropped the books on their bed before trying to get out of his sweatpants. “When they cut into your lower abdomen, you’re really going to be reading?”

It was a rather sarcastic remark and Baekhyun knew that. “Not like I have to do anything. Don’t they just cut into me and pull your kid out before sewing me back up?”

“You’ll be crying.”

“Crying is for unexperienced people.”

Quirking his brows, Chanyeol cocked his head as he placed his hands on his hips. “Really. So you’re experienced in the art of giving birth?”

“I’m experienced in fisting and if that isn’t enough to make me experienced with my body, then I’ll have you know that I have—”

Walking up to Baekhyun, Chanyeol wrapped his arms around him and covered his mouth with his hand. Then he leaned in towards the small brunet’s ear. “Stop talking about your experience with other men, honey,” he said in a teasing, yet warning tone. “You know I don’t like it when you mention them.”

Baekhyun turned his head and gave Chanyeol a look. When the giant freed his mouth, he licked his chapped lips. “This is off topic, but you should be thankful for those men. They practically conditioned me to please you—”

“Alright, alright,” Chanyeol said, sighing. He let Baekhyun go and walked over to the suitcase meant for their hospital trip, opening it up. Then he walked back to the bed, picked up the unnecessary books, and stuffed them wherever he could inside the case. “Hurry up—No, in fact, don’t even change. It’s unnecessary. They’re going to strip you anyways.”

Shaking his head, Baekhyun disagreed as he kicked away his pants, revealing his nude bottom half. Chanyeol was used to the sight so he wasn’t even shocked or sexually interested at the moment. After closing the case, he left the bag near the door and walked to the bathroom where Baekhyun was wiping his legs dry with paper towels.

“Would you like for me to pick your clothes?” Chanyeol asked.

Baekhyun furiously shook his head. “You’re going to dress me up like a loser. I don’t think so. Can you get me those jeans I bought last week?”

Drawing his brows together, Chanyeol gave the brunet a questioning look. “The skinny jeans you bought against my advice?”


“You’re going to give birth, not walk down the runway,” the giant argued. “I want you to be comfortable.”

“Don’t you dare get in the way of my dress up game, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun warned as he struggled out of his t-shirt and tossed it on the ground. “Now, get me the jeans. I need to put makeup on.”

Leaving the bathroom and heading towards the closet, Chanyeol shook his head to himself. “Who the hell are you trying to impress, Baek? I just want you to hurry up. Your damn water broke already. We should be on our way to the hospital. It’s like a thirty minute drive.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Park,” Baekhyun called out all the way from the bathroom, “but our doctor is a very handsome man and so are the other residential doctors at the hospital. I want to show them that I can still turn them on even if a knife is literally cutting me open to pull another human being out of my body.”

Chanyeol let out an exasperated groan, rolling his eyes. There were two things he knew for sure. No doctor, hot or not, would get turned on by Baekhyun’s appearance. It wasn’t because Baekhyun wasn’t up to par with his beauty. It was because Chanyeol would never let another man look over his fiancé with lustful eyes. Those eyes would be promptly removed. Second, he knew that once the contractions kicked in, Baekhyun would be too busy cursing at him to worry about his appearance.

Getting the jeans as Baekhyun wished and along with some underwear, Chanyeol walked back to the bathroom where Baekhyun had just finished lightly lining his eyes with black eyeliner. Once he finished, he turned his naked body and grinned at the giant. “My eyes take your attention away from my blubber body, does it not?”

“Yes, baby,” Chanyeol said in a light, encouraging tone. “It sure does take the attention away from your naked body.”

“I haven’t shaved down there in a while. Don’t look.”

“Not like I care,” Chanyeol snorted.

Snatching the jeans and undergarments from Chanyeol’s outreaching hand, Baekhyun huffed. “I mean, I would shave, but it’s a little hard—”

“Baekhyun, it’s fine—”

“I can’t even hold my own nuts in comfort anymore, Chanyeol.” Unzipping the front of the jeans, Baekhyun started to slowly ease his legs in one by one. “Should I wear boots or tennis shoes?”

“I want you to wear sandals—”

“I’m giving birth, not going on a vacation,” Baekhyun quickly said.

Rubbing his forehead in frustration, Chanyeol groaned. “Fine, fine. Wear whatever you want. I’m going to get the car ready. Be careful, but hurry up. I don’t want you to give birth at the side of the road.”

“Excuse you. That’s not a good image.”

“Exactly. So, hurry it up, princess.”



It took Baekhyun a good fifteen minutes before he finally declared that he was ready. It was a little bit forced since Chanyeol had to take over and speed things up. Once he helped Baekhyun in the car, he entrusted Kyungsoo with the house and Nugget. Baekhyun stuck his head out and blew kisses to his crying dog who set his head against Sehun’s chest.

“Nugget, you’re going to get a new baby brother when I come back!” Baekhyun happily laughed.

Nugget whined louder and let Sehun stroke his head.



As Chanyeol said, the nurses made Baekhyun remove all his clothes and change into a hospital gown. Baekhyun had difficulty taking off his jeans so the nurses had to cut him out of it with scissors. As they did so, Chanyeol saw the pain in Baekhyun’s eyes when the brunet looked up at him, and the giant knew that it was not from the pregnancy.

In their hospital room, Baekhyun was weeping for a bit because of his jeans. “They were expensive, Yeol,” he sobbed, to which Chanyeol nodded as he wiped the male’s cheek with a disposable tissue. “They were so nice, too.”

The pain over the loss of his high-priced jeans was greater than the pain his body was giving him for a moment until the contractions began to get worse. The higher the pain, the more angry Baekhyun got. Chanyeol could only bear with it until their scheduled c-section was called.

“You’re a motherfucking asshole! I didn’t even get to fold the fucking laundry today, because you kept telling me to hurry up!”

“This is worse than being fisted, and the guy who was fisting me wasn’t even experienced! He didn’t use enough lube, Chanyeol, it hurt so bad, but your fucking kid hurts a lot more.”

“I wish your dick didn’t exist. I wish your fucking sperm count wasn’t high.”

“I’m going to name this kid ‘lil piece of shit’ because that’s all it is! I don’t want this anymore! I want my summer body back. I want my glory days back when I was in orgies. I want it all back because my own back hurts!”

Chanyeol could do nothing, but lend his hand. Luckily for him, Baekhyun’s small hands were nothing compared to his so his hand wasn’t crushed with all that squeezing. After two hours, the doctors finally visited them and told them that Baekhyun was ready.

The brunet sobbed in happiness before accidentally sneezing in his hands. Behind his tear eyes, he looked at Chanyeol and, with no shame, wiped it on his fiance’s shirt. “I love you,” he wheezed as they started moving him. “I’m sorry.”

The giant wasn’t sure whether or not Baekhyun was saying sorry for the snot or sorry for all the things he spouted at him when he was under a lot of pain before being administered pain killers. He wasn’t necessarily mindful of it, anyways. He followed the nurses closely behind and put on the gown that they gave him for the sake of sanitary within the operating room.



The operation went smoothly in Chanyeol’s opinion. Baekhyun was a little worried after they put the curtains up to conceal him from the sight, but Chanyeol kept on whispering promises and words of encouragement in his ears.

“I wouldn’t have entrusted you with my kid if I didn’t think you’d be able to handle it…” he whispered.

“You’re a fucking idiot. Who the fuck entrusts me with a kid?” Baekhyun whispered back while his eyes were completely shut.

“Me,” Chanyeol replied calmly.

“You didn’t even know I was pregnant until I accidentally told you. You didn’t even mean to make me pregnant. Shut up and stop lying. I’m about to be cut open right now,” Baekhyun muttered in response.

“You really don’t think I wasn’t aware that you might get pregnant if I climaxed inside of you?”

“Shut up, we’re in the operating room.”

“I would’ve worn the rubber love glove if I didn’t want you carrying our kid, idiot.”




After a week in the hospital, Baekhyun finally went home, but in a wheelchair. Nugget was happy to see him, running over to his dad and everything, but Chanyeol had to push the dog away for Baekhyun’s sake. Neither the dog nor his dad were happy about that. The dog, also, was not happy about the smelly little human in the giant’s arms and the way everyone seemed to crowd around, loving it.

“What’d you name him?” Kyungsoo had asked when Chanyeol passed his new pride and joy in his cook’s arms.

“Lil Piece of—”

Chanyeol smiled and cut Baekhyun off. “Haneul,” he replied.

“Well, that’s a nice name,” Kyungsoo said, looking at the newborn’s face.

“Well, Chanyeol named him. I, for one, wanted to name it Toaster. You know, since anything named after food is adorable. Right, Nugget?” Baekhyun cooed, grinning down at the dog.

Kyungsoo gave Chanyeol a look and the giant shook his head. As he wheeled Baekhyun up into the house, he muttered, “I wasn’t about to let my kid be named Toaster.”



It was close to two months before Baekhyun could fully function again. There were things that needed to be taught and one of those things was how to change a dirty diaper. Baekhyun was able to do a few things a few weeks after the surgery, but for some reason, he had an adamant fear of baby poop.

He shed a tear the first time Chanyeol forced him to learn. When he opened the diaper, he quickly turned his head to Chanyeol as if pleading for the giant to take over. Chanyeol, however, wouldn’t have it. “Why’re you crying? It’s just poop.”

“It’s piss and shit mixed into one brown pile inside a recycled material called a diaper,” Baekhyun hissed. “Take over, please? I’ll go do the laundry and—”

“No,” Chanyeol said. “If I’m going to be gone on business trips, who else is going to change him?”

“Kyungsoo, maybe?” Baekhyun shrugged, pursing his lips. “I’m not good at this. He seems like he already knows how to do it all.”

“You haven’t even tried.”

“Because I already know I’m not—”

“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol interrupted, putting his hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder. He didn’t like the brunet’s attitude, and it wasn’t so much that it was towards their child as it was towards him. “It’s easy. Just lift up his legs.”

With an unconfident look on his face, Baekhyun lifted his baby’s legs.

“Now, gently—”

Baekhyun didn’t wait to listen. He wanted to get it over with. Unlike Chanyeol’s instructions, Baekhyun hurried to pull the diaper away, accidentally flinging waste on the floor and on Chanyeol’s clothing. His jaw dropped, but it was Chanyeol who was speechless. He seemed somewhat agitated and Baekhyun was afraid he’d be lectured and told that he wasn’t fit to do anything at all. Instead, Chanyeol took the diaper from Baekhyun’s shaky hands and threw it in the nearby trashcan.

The giant was trying to hold his tongue back, and it was obvious. He took in a deep breath before letting it out. “That’s okay…We just need…to work on that…alright?”

Baekhyun gave him a horrified look. “I told you I wasn’t—”



“Baekhyun, I said no,” Chanyeol repeated. “Now…I’m going to go change, and I’ll come back to clean up the floor. You’re going to stay right there and finish your job. Take a baby wipe and wipe our son’s butt until it’s spotless. Get in between the cracks.”

“That’s so gross, though,” the brunet whined.

“I’m covered in shit. I don’t think your opinion matters right now, honey,” Chanyeol said with a forced smile. “I’m leaving now. Finish up and make me proud.”

“I don’t want to make you proud!” Baekhyun cried as Chanyeol turned and left the room.

“It doesn’t matter what you want,” Chanyeol yelled in the hall. “Just clean up our son.”



Sleep was hard to come by since Haneul kept crying at every chance he got. It seemed never ending and Baekhyun was beginning to get dark circles. He looked miserable and Chanyeol felt a little bad. He read online that post-pregnancy depression was sometimes an issue so he worried a little bit.

The diaper changing techniques were mastered and Baekhyun could do it in less than four minutes, partly due to the fact that he wanted to get it over with. Whenever Chanyeol tried to remind him that he was proud of him, Baekhyun just brushed him off.

“Poop is gross. Don’t congratulate me,” he said.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m still proud.”



It was three in the morning when Haneul was practically crying like a screaming banshee. Chanyeol was much more of a heavy sleeper so Baekhyun woke up first. He thought about waking Chanyeol up, but he figured that it was easier to do it himself.

He shuffle to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of premade formula milk. He heated it for a minute, making sure it was warm enough and made his way back to the baby. Carefully, he picked him up and fed the child, holding him like he held Nugget back in their early days at the house. Tired, Baekhyun closed his eyes and began mindlessly humming after the feeding and waited until he finished patting his son’s back before putting him back down in his crib by their bed.

Baekhyun didn’t feel like walking back to the kitchen so he put the bottle on a nearby table and crawled back into bed. He pulled the cover towards him and was surprised when an arm slipped around his waist.

“So proud…”

Baekhyun ignored it, settling his head back on the bed and closing his eyes. “Muttering in your sleep isn’t sexy. It’s weird.”

Chanyeol let out a soft scoff before nuzzling the back of Baekhyun’s neck. “I love you, too…”



Sometimes, Chanyeol didn’t know who cried more. Baekhyun or Haneul. Baekhyun cried over his stories and his movies while Haneul cried for food and attention. Chanyeol was sometimes stuck in between, feeling like he was being pulled in two different directions, but he never felt like he had to take on the entire work load of raising a kid all by himself. Despite Baekhyun’s constant complaints about babies and being a bad parent, Chanyeol knew that he tried whenever no one was watching. From waking up in the dead of night to telling Kyungsoo that he’d change the diaper, Baekhyun enjoyed the little moments, unaware that Chanyeol knew that he used those times to talk to their son, apologizing for being uptight, but always ending their one-sided conversation with an “I love you”.

To Chanyeol, there was nothing more precious than that. And as always, he wondered how something that was so unplanned—so unintended—just fell into perfect place.

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