Stray Kids Imagines (ON HOLD)

bombshell ; bang chan

first person

genre: fluff

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"Christopher Bang I swear if this is a prank I will frickin' murder you."

In response I received a laugh from my husband, who still kept his hands on top of my eyes, blocking my sight as he led me somewhere around the house.

"Babe, you'll like this one. I promise."

I pulled a face at him, "You know I don't like surprises, Chan."

Suddenly, I felt his lips on my cheek, making me blush. Even though we're already married for almost a year he always manages to make my heart beat insanely faster than normal and make all the blood rush to my face.

"Please? I promise you'll like this." he whispers.

We walked for a few more seconds before Chan pulled me to a stop, one of his hands leaving my waist. I then heard the slow twisting of a doorknob, followed by the opening of a door.

"Are you ready, babe?" he asks me.

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied, my heart thudding in anticipation.

Chan slowly removed his other hand from my eyes, allowing me to see daylight again. I then saw a room, painted pink, with prints of white flowers all over the walls, a pink bed, toys, and clothes. There was also a small guitar and a synthesizer, all colored pastel. There were light brown shelves filled with children's books, and small toys filled the spaces in between. On the floor was a small yellow rug, matching the pastel colors of the room.

"You..." my eyes started to fill themselves with lukewarm tears, "you did all of this?"

Chan responds with a nod, that goofy smile on his face.

"This explains why you wouldn't let me in here for the past month." I held my hand up to my face and used my fingers to wipe away my tears.

"Do you like it?" he asks, smiling expectantly.

"No."

Chan's face dropped, and I held back a grin. "W-What? You...you didn't like it? S-Should I change the colors? Or should I throw away the—"

I cut him off with a kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck to shut him up. He immediately returned the kiss, hugging me back with his arms around my waist, pulling my body closer to him.

We stay like that for a few moments until he pulled away, that grin still glued to his handsome face.

"You duckbutt. Don't you get it?" I laugh.

"What?" he asks, looking clueless.

"I love it." I smile, still giggling.

Chan sighed out of relief, his hands still holding onto my waist, "Gosh, for a moment I thought you hated it or something. You scared me, baby."

With a laugh, he then pulled me in by the waist with his strong arms, departing from the hug a few seconds after. Chan lowered down until he was eye level to my stomach, where he lifted up my oversized shirt (that was actually his) and placed a delicate kiss to the small baby bump that was growing in my stomach.

"You hear that, buddy? Mommy loves your new room. I hope you will, too." he laughs a bit, "Your mom and I can't wait for you to be born. We'll shower you with all the love you can get, I promise you that." Chan looks up at me with a smile, and I notice the small tear from his right eye ready to slip out any moment.

I giggle, still with tears in my eyes. Chris chuckled and placed another kiss to my stomach before going up on his feet.

"I love you baby." he said and kissed my forehead tenderly.

"Which one?"

"Both of you." he smiled cheekily.

"We love you too, Chris."

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