Please Don't Get Too Friendly

I breathed in and out slowly, drinking my hot chocolate and snuggling closely in my red velvet blanket. My eyes were stuck like glue to the large TV screen in front of me as I was waiting anxiously for the results to come out. The numbers were growing quickly and everything became so tensed, I forgot to breathe. In the end, the two columns stopped growing and I gripped my cup in my hands hard. And then... The left-side column went up again and I almost threw all my drink away in my enthusiasm.

"The winner is EXO! Congratulations!"

I screamed along with the fans in the audience and cheered for them.

"Oh my God! Yes yes yes yes yes! I knew they could do it!" I screamed to know one in particular.

I got up, put my cup on the table and jumped around happily, until...

Crap.

I felt liquid drip down my legs and I started to panic. Not now, please. Now's not the moment. Oh God, what do I do now? I took my phone and dialed EXO's manager's phone number.

"Hello, it's Amy. Yes, I'm sorry to disturb you, but-"

I couldn't finish my sentence that a cramp wave flood through me, cutting my breath short.

"Amy? Is everything all right?" I heard the manager ask me.

"Uhm, actually no. It... It's started. Please help," was all I said before another one, somewhat stronger, followed the previous one.

I heard hasty steps, loud music and heavy breaths on the other side of the phone. I glanced at the TV to notice that Chanyeol had been dragged off the stage by his manager.

"Amy? Are you okay? You've already-"

"Yes, but don't worry, I'm alright. Just finish the show and then-"

My voice got cut as another cramp happened.

"Amy? There's no way I'm waiting. I'll tell the others and be right on my way, I'll call an ambulance, just stay put at home until they come. We'll meet at the hospital okay? Stay right where you are," he urged me. He said goodbye and hung up hastily.

I looked blankly at the phone and sat down on the couch again, feeling awkward and frightened. I didn't know it would happen so soon. I'm not mentally prepared! I continued to watch the show again for 10 minutes, but at some point my cramps had gotten too painful and I just laid with my eyes closed until a hard knock on the door brought me back to my senses. I got up and reached the door, meeting there the ambulance and the paramedics. They made me quickly lay down on a stretcher and brought me easily in the vehicle. They put me on morphine and I dozed off fast. I woke up once when they were bringing me off the ambulance and into the hospital, but I blacked out again. The next and final time, I was in an operation room and Chanyeol was holding my hand and calling me.

"Amy! Amy! You're awake, great! Now stay that way, you're going to need to stay 100% alert. I'm here with you, don't worry. Now breathe in deeply... Push!"

I did as he told me, the excrutiating pain waking me up on the spot. I groaned and pushed as hard as I could. Just make this pain stop. Please, I beg you.

"Push! Again! That's great, continue! That's it honey!" Chanyeol cheered me on over and over.

I knew he was doing his best to cheer me on, but at that moment, I just wanted to get up and rip his head off. I bit back all the insults I almost spat out to him and gritted my teeth instead. I squeezed his hand as hard as I could but he didn't seem fazed in the least.

"Okay Mrs. Park, one last push! Give it all you've got!" told me the doctor.

Okay, let's do this. I pushed as hard as I could and finally, the pain stopped. But instead, I was left with emptiness and a whole lot of tiredness. While my husband was patting my sweat with a sponge, I, once again, completely blacked out. The last thing I heard was the screaming of a baby.

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When I woke up again, my mind felt hazy and my whole body hurt. I looked around and saw Chanyeol, asleep in the metal chair next to the hospital bed.

"Channie..." I murmured, reaching my hand out to him.

He jolted forward, panicking, and grabbed my hand.

"What is it? Are you hurting anywhere? Is the baby safe?"

I giggled and patted his palm.

"I'm not hurting, don't worry. But I haven't seen my own baby yet, do you know where it is?"

He leaned back, exhaled loudly and looked at me again.

"Yeah, they should bring her here soon," he said.

"They?" I questioned.

"My members. They came here as soon as they could, but I forbade them to come in while you were in labour. Because, you know..." he finished, awkward.

"Are you seriously blushing about that kind of thing now?" I teased him. "Don't you remember how babies are made?"

"I certainly remember how our baby was made," he slurred as he licked his lips seductively, making me gasp and blush. "Oh, you're getting embarassed about it now?" he teased back.

I stuck out my tongue to him and before I could go further, someone opened the door of my room and 7 guys came in.

"Amy! I'm so glad you're okay!" greeted Suho.

I waved at them happily.

"Oh, I think there's someone who wants to meet you," said Baekhyun in a singsong voice as Lay stepped forward, holding a recognizable form.

My eyes teared up as I held my arms out excitedly. Finally, I could hold my own child. After nine months of a long waiting. I held it close to me and kissed its forehead lovingly while crying slightly.

"It's a girl, honey," called Chanyeol tenderly.

I looked at my daughter and smiled.

"I want to name her after my mother, is it okay with you?" I asked my husband without looking at him.

"Sure, let's do that. But let's name our second child after one my two parents, okay?"

I looked up at him, my eyes wide like golf balls.

"You want to have another one?" I gasped.

"Sure," he said with a slight pervy look. "I know you want it too."

I rolled my eyes and brought my attention back to my sleeping child craddled deep in my arms.

"Nice to meet you, Shin Hye," I murmured tenderly in her small ears. "I'm your mom, and this is your dad. But you'll like me more than him, right? I'm much nicer and prettier than him anyways."

"Hey! What are you telling my daughter?" the dad in question protested.

"What? Don't you agree that I'm nicer and prettier than you?" I grinned up at him.

He leaned forward, getting dangerously close to my face.

"Nicer, I don't know about that, but prettier... You're the prettiest in the world," he murmured quietly before leaning in to kiss me.

"Woah woah woah hold up here, you irresponsible parents!" stopped Baekhyun. "You child is here, don't show her that kind of thing!"

"Yeah," agreed Chanyeol as he leaned back. "I'm EXO after all, please don't get too friendly!"

Notes

Woah! This story is officially finished! Amazing. I'm kind of sad but happy at the same time... It's weird, but I guess everyone goes through that! Okay, so I know I'm not winning a prize or anything but there are some people I want to thank: First, there is Seryeol, who has been supporting me from the beginning. Thank you so much for everything you did for me behind the scenes, you're fantastic :) Second, there are authors here that I want you guys to know about because they're amazing and they're the ones who motivated me to begin this story: Yeolliepie, lolexolove, Kissme1626 and of course Seryeol. They are great and please go check them out, their stories are awesome and I'm sure you'll find yourself being addicted to each chapter and story they upload! (Some might only be on Exofanfiction.org though, you can go there, the stories are great as well!)
That's all for now folks, I hope to meet you again soon a future fanfiction! Thank you so much for reading, voting and commenting on this story, I love you all!
As always...
Saranghae :) <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3