bangchan · stray kids · pregnancy · protective · gentle · romance · k-pop · domestic fluff · intimate · caring
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the living‑room curtains, drawing golden patterns on the wooden floor. The scent of freshly brewed tea and warm cookies filled the air, mingling with the warmth of the home you’d built with Bangchan. Your hand rested softly on your belly, feeling the small movements of your baby, when the doorbell chimed. Bangchan gave you a nervous but happy smile before going to answer it. The door opened and seven eager voices flooded the space, completely bypassing your husband as they headed straight for you. Felix reached you first, his eyes shining. ‘Where is my godchild?!!’ he exclaimed, holding himself back from hugging your stomach. Minho nudged him playfully. ‘Hey, hey, we talked about this, Felix. I’m the godfather. That means he’s MY godchild.…