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Moon marched into Hobi’s office that weekend. “Seriously?  You’re working a full day on a weekend?”

“I run a company, Moon, it’s mandatory.”

“Ah, yes, the boss works overtime.” She shook her head. “Do you have time for lunch?”

“Sure.  I don’t have another meeting until two.”

“Great!  You want to go to the buffet?”

——————–

“Moon, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to work after this.  I’m stuffed!”

“Ha!  My evil plan worked.  Guess you’ll just have to spend the rest of the day laying around with me.”

“I wish I could.  Yoongi is having trouble with Jisung, so I’ve been letting him off on the weekends.”

“His ex still bothering him?”

“Yeah.  Security chased her out of the building just yesterday.  She’s insistent on getting custody back.  Tae said it was odd; she practically handed Jisung to him and Nia.”

“Well, I doubt she’ll be getting it.”

Hobi scoffed. “Yeah.  Yoongi’s getting a restraining order.  She’s been stalking him for weeks.”

Moon sighed. “Did he ever say why they divorced?”

“Sounded like she was a handful.  It was arranged, and it seemed like it was a disaster from the beginning.”

“Hmm.  Sure sounds messy.  I’m glad I wasn’t forced to marry someone.”

“Me too.”

She looked up at him quizzically.

“I mean, I wouldn’t have wanted to either,” he clarified.

“Right.”

——————–

Taehyung groaned as he sprawled out on the bed.  His eyes shut before his head even hit the bed, and he rested his hand on Nia’s stomach.  The gesture nearly made her burst into tears.

“Are you all right?” she asked, her voice thick.

“Can we just erase this week?  I didn’t think it could get worse, but now my head is pounding,” he moaned. “And my hair is driving me nuts.  I need to cut it.”

He’d trimmed it a few times, but it was now nearing his shoulders.  Her hair had been that length last year, so she could sympathize with him.

“Would you like me to cut it?”

“Would you?  Please?” He mumbled.

“Maybe you should go to a hairdresser, actually.  You want it short for the wedding anyways, right?”

“Mhm,” he grunted.

“You can get it cut tomorrow.  Get in under the covers.  You’re exhausted.”

He frowned, and a tear slipped down his cheek.  He sucked in a deep breath before slowly scooting off the bed and pulling back the covers.  Then he crawled back into bed.

“Tae?  What’s wrong?”

He glanced up at her before blinking more tears from his eyes. “Just…the way you said that sounded like how my mom would.  Gentle, but stern.  You’re going to be the best mother, Nia.” He croaked, choking on a sob.

She gasped, her own eyes starting to fill with tears.  Before she could think, she’d laid down and buried her face in his chest and started sobbing.  This time, she could feel him shaking beneath her as well.  They clung to each other for many minutes, and it seemed Taehyung had been trying to hold back his emotions for days, because he was still sobbing when Nia calmed down.  She rubbed his chest as he hiccupped, gasping for air.

“I-I’m sorry…” he stuttered out, trying to calm himself.

“Don’t apologize.  I understand so well, baby.” She whispered.

“Next time…it’ll be ok.” His voice cracked again. “They’ll make it.”

Nia drew in a shaky breath, patting his chest again. “I hope so, Tae.  I hope so.  How’s your head?” she asked, searching to bring both their minds off the pain.

Taehyung was panting, as if he’d just run five miles. “Better.  Crying helped, I think.  I…can we sleep now?”

“Yes.  Definitely.”