Nappies....and Jiyong.
Description
What happens when your sister cannot concieve, and you agree to be a surrogate mother? At the age of nineteen. Your name is Amber Hazel.
You have no experience in babies.
You have no experience in pregnancy.
And you interract with BIGBANG on a day to day basis.
Be prepared for mood swings, cravings, love, and a bit of drama.
Foreword
The monotoned voice of Yang Suk was pushing me more and more into slumber. A dull ache settled in the lower half of my abdomen. It knew that it wasn't going to go away any time soon.
"2NE1's summer concept....BIGBANG's mid winter concert rehersals..." Drone, drone, drone. I'd stopped listening ages ago. As BIGBANG's choreographer, I didn't really understand why I even had to be present in this meeting. They'd finished their concert rehersals and comeback for 2012. Plus, the doctor told me to give the dancing a break.
Chaerin could obviously see my discomfort. She kept flashing me the 'Are you OK?' look from the other side of the table. Jiyong sat next to her, totally oblivious to our 'eye contact' conversation. He was sporting a navy turtle neck and army jacket with cords and creepers. It looked suprisingly good.
The rest of the BIGBANG members were absent. Seungri and Daesung in Korea, YoungBae at Jeju Island, and TOP was shooting Alummini-
My body jerked forwards as a huge cramp clutched my waist and pain soared through my chest. All the Sunbaeims in the board room turned to look at me, slighlty annoyed that I'd disrupted their little tea party. CL stood up.
"I think she's-"
"I'm fine" My strained voice cut her off as I gripped my waist.
Then I began to retch.
The rest of it was all a blur. Running down corridors, Chaerin and Jiyong by my side, literally hoisting me to the nearest bathroom. Me, nearly doubling over, puking down a toilet bowl.
Damn that baby.
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