The moment you noticed the pink marked week on your phone calendar, you immediately stood up and weighed yourself in front of the mirror, slightly knocking Jackson off as he got out of the shower. You scrunched up your shirt and checked out your belly. Your period has just ended and you’ve been sneaking out eat junk foods behind Jackson’s back. He’d nonstop nag at you the moment he learned you were eating hotdog sandwich with pop corn and soda while he was away for the whole three days. You can’t beat the cravings and you claim defeat against them this time. 

Jackson looks at you in confusion. You have your ass bare in front of him as you check out yourself at the mirror, your thong being buried in between the depths of your butt cheeks. 

You glance at Jackson before heading to the bathroom. “I’m hitting the gym. You coming?” 

“Sure, babe.” he answers and follows your body with his gaze. You wink at him and sends him a cute flying kiss in which he laughs at. 

You work hard on your sets at the gym. Both you and Jackson in separate spaces working out, even so, he still glances at your direction every now and then. It’s like you got an invisible pull at him whenever you are in the same enclosed space as him. 

Jackson gets up and walks to you to hand you a water bottle. You cannot help but notice how unbelievably tight his training shorts were today. Did he grow more muscles on his thighs? Or is he wearing an old training shorts? God, you wished it was the former. It would be amazing to ride on those thighs tonight. 

You snatched the water from Jackson and whispered to his ear, “Want to do our own exercise upstairs? I think I want you to fuck me with your thighs, Wang Ji Er.” you slightly ghosted a touch above his length. 

The thoughts of feeling his taut thighs almost made you drool so you quickly whisked out of the gym with your boyfriend on your heels. Jackson follows suit and places a hand around your waist as you wait for the elevator to come. He could feel the tension you have been hiding. He knows as much as the look that you gave him earlier when he gave you a drink. The thought of making you want him in the public like that makes his member twitch in his already tight shorts. Damn, he’s glad he wore the trainers his brother-in-law got him. 

There were three people in the elevator when it opened and Jackson almost whimpered at the prolonged agony evident in his shorts. You pressed the floor number of your unit. Looking at the lit numbers, you realize your floor number comes last, meaning there will be three stops before you even reach your place. 

You decided to amp up the teasing by pressing your butt cheeks in between Jackson’s length while pretending to be busy with your phone. Jackson automatically hissed at the interaction, wrapping his arms around you and placing his forehead on your shoulders. You paid no attention to him. 

The moment you opened the door of the apartment, you let your bodies free of any article of clothing. “Fucking tight shorts. Were you seducing me, Mr. Wang?” you almost growled at his lips while grinding your core on his right thigh. You kept his shorts on, only rolling the hem up his thigh a bit more. “Keep them on. I want to spread my cum all over this filthy shorts of yours.” Jackson loves this side of you, as much as he does to every other, the dominant and wild one. He flexed his muscles and you moaned his name loudly.

“Jacksonnn~~fuck!” these two words seem to be the only words in your vocabulary at that moment. He kneads one of your breasts and takes the other in his mouth, sucking and flicking you sensitive bud with his tongue. You kept on chanting his name alongside your moans. 

Jackson cannot seem to breathe. You’re restraining his length inside his compressed shorts while he’s fully aware of your wetness and your knees trudging up his covered cock. “Touch me.” Jackson murmurs almost pleading to be touched. He brings one of your hands from his shoulders to his shaft. 

You massage his shaft though the moist material, all the while biting your lip and locking eye contact. Jackson reaches up and kisses you deeply, pulling you more into him and guiding your hips as you fasten your pace and massaging your clit to reach your climax. 

Being first time parents gave both of you a mix of all the emotions in this world. Some of it you never even knew existed. When you first learned that you were pregnant with Jackson’s child, you were terrified. Five years of being in a relationship and yet you never really agreed in conceiving a child this soon. You were both at the peak of your careers and the plans of settling down as a couple only comes next in your priorities at that moment. Somehow, you knew that you and Jackson were just not that ready for the big responsibility yet. So after being greeted by a couple of positive pregnancy tests, you went to Jackson’s unit to break him the news. 

He was sleeping when you came crashing at his place. You could feel your feet numbing and your mind going blank for a few seconds.Your head is spinning and you had to stand idly in front of your boyfriend’s door for a short while before pressing the doorbell, somehow forgetting the pin to his apartment. You were terrified of seemingly everything but most of all, you are afraid of how Jackson would react. When he opened up the door for you, he smiled with half-lidded eyes and pulled you in quickly, locking you in his embrace and leading you to his bed to snuggle. 

Jackson noticed your unusual silence despite his being drowsy. He asked what has been bothering you and you replied with a straightforward sentence, serving him the news. He didn’t say a single word then and you could feel his whole body stiffen. Instead, he just looked straight into your teary eyes, filled with worries and almost panic. You closed them and attempted to get up, feeling a tear trickle at the side of your face, but Jackson held you firmer and kissed your tears from your face. 

“Are we keeping it?” you heard your own voice tremble as you asked your partner, not sure if you really want to hear his answer. You never really considered throwing away the little life you now have inside of you but you wanted to hear from Jackson.You briefly made a mental note to yourself that you might probably have to raise your baby alone in case he says he’s not ready to be a father yet. When you opened your eyes, you were surprised to see Jackson crying with you. 

He caressed your tummy under your shirt. “It finally worked.” he mumbled. “I love you, I’ll take care of you and our little munchkin.” Jackson kissed you, wiping most of your worries now that you know you have him by your side, starting a new chapter in your lives together. 

“What did you say?” you broke the kiss and asked him. “What worked?”

“You’re always so clueless, aren’t you?” he smiled warmly, eyes gleaming of happiness. “I’ve been trying to get you pregnant for months now, Y/N. I want you to bear my children and be stuck with me forever. I want to be your dead end.” Jackson did not wait for you to answer and instead pulled himself up and away from you for a few seconds, rushing to his dresser. 

You sat up on his bed, and waited for him. When he successfully retrieved a small velvet box, he turned to you again and slowly made his way across the room on your side of the bed. His whole body shook and the floor felt cold on his feet. 

Jackson propped himself on one knee, pulling the box out of his palm and showing a small marquise cut diamond ring. Of all the ways you thought he would react, it never included him dropping on one knee and offering you a lifetime commitment. Has he planned this all along? You cannot seem to make out a single word out and you could only stare at him in astonishment.

“I had this ring for a year now, Y/N. I understand this may be too quick for you but please, believe me, I have never imagined spending the rest of my life other than with you. I know we don’t talk much about building our family together in the future but I hope I don’t scare you with this one. I want to spend the rest of my waking moments with you. Please let me be a father to our child and a husband to you. Marry me, please.” 

You reached out and cupped his face, kissing him. “I love you. Let’s get married. Let’s do this together.”

“Jackson, honey, have you checked her diaper? She could be crying because you actually forgot to change her pants.” you told Jackson slowly. You understand how difficult this could be to him since this will be the first time he’ll be taking care of your daughter completely alone without you by his side. He never thought that doing everything for your child could be overwhelming for him even though he has been more of a hands on father.