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"Here's your stuff,
I thought milk and honey
shower gel is something
everyone likes.
I hope that's okay?"

"Yeah, thank you."

Jisung forced a small smile
but Minho knew it was forced.

The younger boy looked so tired,
so completely exhausted.

There were dark bags under his
eyes and he was so pale.

"I-"

he tilted his head a bit when Minho
still stood in his door frame but
avoided looking in his eyes.

"I have something else for you."

"Huh?"

Jisung shuffled a bit aside on
his bed when the ravenette
walked over to sit down beside
him and handed him a little bottle.

A little bottle of lavender oil.

"This is.."

He breathed in heavily,
it was obvious that this
wasn't easy for him,

"This is some lavender oil
for your stretch marks.
It's already opened but no worries,
I was the only one using it.

My little one had always loved
it when I..
Ah, I don't want to bore you.
Good night Jisung."

Minho stood up with a sad smile
but halted in his movements when
the younger looked at him with
big tired eyes.

He wordlessly reached his
hand out to cup the boy's cheek,
his eyes getting glossy for some
reason when Jisung leaned into
the touch with closed eyes.

"Thank you Minho.
It means a lot to me."

"It's okay, you need it, right?"

The younger nodded softly but
Minho didn't see the sad look when
he let go again and left the room
without another word.

It had taken a lot of willpower
to give Jisung the oil he had used
ever since he had found out that
he had been pregnant.

Yes, it's just a small bottle of oil.

But to Minho it felt like this bottle
contained so many memories,
good memories of his little girl.

Every night he'd have sat
on the edge of his mattress,
his shirt lifted up so he could
put the oil on his belly while
he'd have sung to his daughter.

The little one would have reacted
to her mommy's voice and touch
every time, she was such a cutie.

She had been.

Jisung's gaze fell on the bottle
in his hand, his thumb stroking
over the label.

He knew that this meant a lot
to Minho and alone the gesture
that the older had thought about
it made his heart jump.

Although the oil couldn't erase
the stretch marks that were
already there, it still could help
soothe his dry itchy skin.

The unique scent of lavender
filled his room when he opened
the lid and pulled his shirt up a bit,
exposing his baby bump.

It felt strange to him,
actually paying attention
to his belly in a way he hadn't
done before but he still poured
a bit of the oil on his hand before
he started to massage it in his
tight skin.

But the baby stayed quiet as if
they wanted to let Jisung know
that he had done something wrong.

As if the unborn was sulking.

"I'm sorry that you have
to bear with me.
I know that I'm doing a
horrible job taking care of you,
you deserve someone better."

That night both Jisung and Minho
went to sleep with frowns on their
faces and their hearts hurting.

One was missing his child and
fearing for the other baby to
pass away as well and the other
one was feeling horrible for being
a disappointment, again.

That night both fell asleep with
tear streaks shimmering on their
cheeks in the faint light of the moon.

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