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“Oh my God, I’m so fat”

I looked helplessly at my reflection on the mirror across me as I measured my weight. I gained more than ten kilos already on my twenty third weeks and it’s just somehow…frustrating. I started to lose my body form even though the curve stayed the same; I noticed how suddenly I got bigger and bigger. Not that I hate it, but it’s just happened too sudden and I’m not ready with my fat chubby cheeks greeted me every time I looked to the mirror. I got stressed out since I have my body changed; bigger body, bigger s, and larger thighs. Oh my God, who is this person on the reflection?

“Calm down, Honey” my mother said as she placed two lavenders at the vase. She looked focus on her vase before checking on me as she walked to my direction, softly caressed my shoulder as she hugged me from behind. “You’re still looking beautiful, if that’s what you’re worrying about” she said again, pinching on my cheek. I pouted and shook my head quickly.

“That’s not me. This” I pointed to myself, “is not me, Mom” I rant desperately. 

“It’s so you. Don’t you know how familiar that whiny tune, huh? Only you, my only daughter, who could keep whining like that all day long. It’s been your tenth times telling me today that you looked fat and get stress over it” she rolled her eyes, walking to the pantry and prepared two cups of tea.

I closed my eyes and covered my face with my palms, growling at the thought of getting fat and possibly fatter on the following weeks. Lazily, I dragged myself to the counter and sat across my mom. She looked so calm and graceful as she poured the chamomile tea for me and placed a slice of brownies that she made earlier this morning. Yes, this person here, the beautiful gorgeous lady in front of me, is my perfect mother. The only woman who could accept me for who I am, no matter how annoying is my personality. And I felt so thankful that as I’m on my pregnant state, I have her on my side. I didn’t know what I would be if she’s not with me, supporting me from day to day.

“What? Do you have anything in your mind?” my mom asked me after she sipped her tea. She looked at me, like waiting for me to finally tell the things I wanted to tell even though she already knew about it on her mind, just like when I was little. My mother is the only person I could never lie to, because she always knows when I told her a lie instead of the truth.

“Can I get my body back later on?”

My mother let out a chuckle and shook her head. “I thought you’re going to ask me anything awful… Yes, Honey. You’ll get your body back, if you’re working to get it back”

“Mom…”

“Hahaha, okay, I’m serious here. You’re going to get it back. Once you delivered the baby, you’ll be pretty busy and I believe that you’re going to lose your weight from that activity alone. And don’t forget, even though you want to eat so many things, you’ll end up losing it through feeding activity. Believe me…” my mom explained as she smiled at me.

“Beside, you’re still working, right?”

I nodded weakly to my mom. “There’ll be a photo-shoot later on and even though I knew the theme is about pregnancy, I’m so panicked about being seen in my pregnant state, Mom… I’d be totally looked bigger than ever”

“And so what?” my mom gave me a questioning look.

“So what if you looked big? You’re pregnant, everyone knows. What’s wrong with pregnant woman to look bigger than she used to?” she touched the tip of my nose softly.

“Mom...”

“You’re carrying your child, Jinah. You’re carrying a living creature that in my opinion is more important than your job or your slim body. You’re going to be a mother, and that’s clearly the most honorable title a woman could get, I’m telling you” my mom said with determination but still maintain her soft caring voice.

See, this is why I’m so lucky to have her as my mother. She’s always there for me and console me like I’m her little baby girl from years ago. And I couldn’t help but felt thankful for having my mom with me. She never failed to help me see from other perspectives.

“It’s normal, woman get her weight gained during pregnancy. There’s reason for that, Honey. You’ll carry your baby which probably weight around 3-4 kilos and if you had your previous weight, I don’t think you could even stand normally with a baby inside you. And you’re going to take care of the baby, exclusively feeding him, so you need your body to keep some fat to support your day to day activity, Dear. It will soon lose once you’re done with your feeding activity, when you finally want to get back to your shape. You get it?”

I nodded as I smiled to her. “Yes, Ma’am. I got it”

“Good then. Now, have your meal, will you? My grandson must have been hungry inside…” she playfully said as she started to check on her cooking.

Ever since I arrived at our house this morning, my mother been busy cooking so many things I have no idea how many types of meal she prepared. She reasoned that since her only daughter was coming, she should treat me well because I’m carrying her grandson. Clearly, she favored my baby more than me.

“Will Kris come here? I prepared some food for him” my mother asked while checking on the soup.

For unknown reason, I suddenly felt a bit nervous and shivered as I heard his name. I kept silent until my mother looked at me.

“Jinah? Are you listening to me?”

“Uh… yeah, Mom. I listened”

“And then?”

“Uh… Kris. I don’t think he’s going to come here. He’s pretty busy, I guess” I said to her smoothly, managed to tell her a lie.

“Oh, okay. I’m going to pack some of the food for him. Give it to him once he’s home, okay?”

I mumbled a yes and gave attention to my phone. Ever since this morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about him that coming to my parent’s house sounded better rather than trapped in the thought of Kris Wu. Oh, that sounded crazy. Me, Im Jinah, kept thinking of Mr. Wu, the stranger. Oh God. Oh, if last night never happened… I probably not gonna feel like this. But it happened, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

I woke up in the morning alone. The side of his bed already empty and when I’m about to have my breakfast, my maid informed me that he left already for work. For seconds, I thought that I was treated like a , if that’s not how I addressed myself last night. How could I be so shamelessly asking him to do me, to make a move on me? I’m 100% awakened and I truly understood the consequences, still, I want it. I wanted him and the way he cared for me last night, I knew that I’m not alone. But realizing that Kris indeed wanted to do it too made me felt like… Uh, I don’t know. There’s a mix feeling when I studied that we did it sincerely, like there’s no pressure between us and we both clearly enjoyed it. Ok, I don’t know with him, but I have to admit that I felt so sated yet happy when I was securely wrapped around him after our round of love making.

Love making. Is that even the term? We’ve had last night and it wasn’t supposed to be a love making activity. Yes, yes, I got it. Now that I realized it, I just knew. He must have been doing things my doctor told him to do, taking care of me. It wasn’t love making, it was a husband helping his wife to release her overly released adrenalin so she could stop feeling so needy over him.

I really need to cover my face now.

Thank God, in the middle of my confused and lost state, my mother came with the plates and meals. Oh yeah, at least I could distract my thought of him to the food in front of me. But maybe, maybe God just want me to remember him a little. My mom couldn’t stop talking about her favorite son in law, not even when we’re lazing in front of the couch while randomly watching the television.

“I never thought that you’re going to end up with a guy who doesn’t seem to be your type” she started the conversation about him while I chewed on the chocolate bar Sora brought from Japan, one of my favorite.

“Hmm? Not my type? Do you even know my type, Mom?” I raised one of my eyebrows, playing joke on her. She gave me an annoyed look but then she got serious with her expression.

“Well, I just realized that Kris is your type. You know, you have a thing with guy’s eyebrows…” she answered, appointing to her own eyebrows and that made me thinking about her words. “Not noticed, yet?” she asked me. I shook my head, failed to understand her words.

“Woobin and Kris. Don’t you notice that they both tall, have a serious expression, and have a perfect pair of eyebrows?”

“Mom!” I gave her the look and she just smiled in victory.

“See? They’re similar, right?”

“Oh my God, Mom! Stop it, will you?” I groaned as I heard her tease.

My mom just laughed at my expression and I reminded her that we really should stop talking about Woobin and Kris. I reasoned to her that it wouldn’t be pretty to have me talking about my ex as I’m married and pregnant with Kris’ baby inside. My mom bought it so yeah, we could finally move on to the next topic.

“Do you sleep well lately?” my mom asked me. I nodded as answer.

“What about Kris?”

“What about him?”

“Does he sleep well also?”

I have no idea what my mother intended to ask me, but I just nodded, confirming that Kris indeed sleep well.

“What do you think when you’re sleeping next to him?” my mom looked at me as she  

“Mom… Please” I rolled my eyes, feeling a little weird with my mother’s question.

“I’m just curious. You’re not the one who’s being open up about what you exactly feel towards a man, that’s why I want to know!” she explained. “Remember when you’re dating your senior in college? I couldn’t tell whether you really like him or not, you seemed to be annoyed by him but you dated him quite long, right?”

“I’m not a person who kisses and tell, Mommy” I replied.

“It won’t kill you to tell me what do you feel towards your husband, Little Missus” she playfully pinched my cheek, making me cringed a bit, but in the end I gave up as I wiped my mouth with the napkin and looked at her awaiting face.

“What do you want to know?” I asked her, placing my chin in between my clasped fingers. It felt like I was being interrogated by my mom one day after school once I came home from my first date. My mother, as I mentioned earlier, always knew me and I could never fail her judgment.

“Well… What do you think before sleeping as you lay next to him?”

Gee. My mom started with a hard question. I always sleep alone before the event last night, so I don’t have to think about anything regarding Kris, who happened to sleep on the room next to mine. The first time I slept with him, I didn’t even remember it. The second time during the honeymoon, we’re just plainly sleeping next to each other. And last night … We’re not planning to sleep together, but ended up lying on the same bed with him hugging me.

“I don’t think I have to think of anything?”

My mom just smiled to me. “The first time I slept with your father as a husband and wife… it felt like a firework couldn’t stop playing around my head. I have him next to me from the first day up until now, and for every night before I sleep and in the morning when I awake, I always prayed that he’d be the first person I see in the morning and the last one I meet before I sleep” she said with a wandering stare, smiling to herself.

“Mom, that’s cheesy” I commented, rolling my eyes as I already expected that my mother going to do this.

“But if I didn’t meet your father, you’ll never exist in this world”

“Mom!”

“And it goes the same to your baby. If you never meet Kris, you probably wouldn’t have to get this baby, like right now…”

I automatically rubbed on my stomach; a small kick felt inside, a sign that the baby indeed noticed his father’s name. It happened several times now, whenever Kris’ name mentioned, the baby would sometimes kick me or made a move inside. It felt kind of funny, because although I didn’t mention his name loudly, when I think about Kris, I could feel my baby kicking on me. Is he missing his father? Ok, I’m being delusional here…

“I’m happy that you’re with Kris” she said it again and smiled at me genuinely.

“Why?” I curiously asked to her, waiting for her own reason.

My mom touched my cheek softly as she looked at me lovingly. Oh, mom…

“Because when I saw him, I just knew that your father and I made a right decision on whom to believe to take care of you, for the rest of your life. We thought that he’s the one…”

And that left me speechless. My mom, my parents… they really thought that Kris was indeed in love with me as much as I love him. I never thought that our act really affected people around us who didn’t know that we’re a fake couple. And I felt bad for her… Really bad.

But what my mom said made me think that actually what she said was kind of true. By the look of it, I just knew that I want to wake up with this kind of feeling that I experienced: a secured, warm, comfortable feeling that’s made by Kris’ presence. The way he tightened his arm around my waist, his soft breath on my neck, and his warm hug… I couldn’t forget it, even though when I woke up this morning, he’s nowhere to be seen since he’s left for work already. But I could feel him, still. And the thought of his request for me to move to his bed lingered on my mind since the morning…

To be honest when he asked me that, I have no idea on what to answer so I just remained silent. I didn’t know what to say to him. Do I want or not want to move to his bed? I mean… It wasn’t like I hate his bed, I love his bed. It’s comfortable and warm, of course, but that’s not the reason I have these thoughts in my mind. If I move to his bed, what would it make me? Am I reliving the real meaning of Mrs. Wu, the wife of Kris Wu? Or is it just because we’re sleepy and tired under the powerful s we’ve had last night, that he said something out of the blue? I’m clueless.  

Another soft kick was felt on my stomach, automatically making my nose cringed. Uh, my baby’s been active these days. The first time I knew he could kick; I was kind of surprised and got thrilled about it, even though his kicks felt a little painful sometimes. Softly, I rubbed my bump that grew bigger day by day. I looked at it and with all of my heart; I talked softly inside my mind as I asked the baby.

Baby, do you want your father?

A small kick felt.

I just knew that it’s not only me who wants to see Mr. Wu.

 

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I put my focus on the laptop screen, checking on the latest financial status of our company and to be very honest, this quarter is another perfect hit. We got our target right, even more than what was planned and for sure, I’d love to share this good news into a good bonus for all of the employees. I tapped on the pad happily when I checked on the stock market and noticed that our group being listed as the top ten companies with high stock price. It’s really a good and I’m so proud that I could achieve it very well.

I was about to call my mother when I got a message from Jongin with a short comment: “You hit the jackpot, Hyung”

I raised one of my eyebrows, looking at his message curiously. I opened the text and what greeted me really made me surprised. Jongin sent me pictures of my wife, Im Jinah. If it’s just her photo, I wouldn’t act too much about it, but then again…. The photo was actually much more than just her picture promoting the brand that’s endorsing her. I looked at her pictures and I found that she’s indeed looking professional and beautiful at the same time. Since the photo-shoot was taken in the beach, she clearly wore something that provoked my mind. Jinah was wearing the bikini while she posed with her black sunglasses. And even though she slightly covered her lower part, I could see her body line clearly.

I should not feel surprised though, since I’ve seen her even without any clothes covering her perfect body, but still, knowing that Jongin and maybe half of the men here in South Korea ever seen her in this picture, I felt like this picture should never be published; ever. I mean… the picture, the pose, the bikini… that was too revealing! Once again, I need to remind myself that it’s part of her job and she’s not purposely posing like that but…

I leaned to the back of my chair as I kept looking at her picture. Jinah has a perfect S-line body type, I noticed it the first time I saw her. She’s wrapped on her peach one shoulder dress (hey, wait, how I could remember what she wore? Oh never mind) and anyone would notice her y slim figure. She’s skinny, but if you noticed her curve… I could tell she’s not that flat-at-all-part skinny, she’s healthily slim and y and it’s just…

I covered my face with my palms and laughed to myself. I was crazy, I must be crazy. Ever since I left the house this morning, I only had Jinah in my mind. It’d be a lie if I said that I didn’t think about her. Nonsense. I could even smell her scent when I moved around the office earlier this morning. I thought about her to that extent. And it drove me crazy.

Last night… I didn’t know what to say. Everything went so fast, from a touch to kiss, from a soft lip locking activity into… . Oh God, as I recalled it, the more I thought about her. The way she moved around me, the way she pecked my skin, everything was just perfect. I knew I should not thinking about her that way, but what to do… I still could remember clearly her voice when she moaned my name. God. Seriously…. Kris Wu, what are you thinking?

I really thought about Jinah; in the car, in the office, during my lunch, during the meeting… I kept thinking about her. I recalled how she’s being so passive at the beginning. She wanted me, I knew it, but she didn’t know yet what exactly she’s been looking for… And when she finally knew, it’s been a pleasure for me to help her find it. I love the way she started to be more opened up to me and believe in me. And to be the person behind her y replies towards my actions, I could say that I’m happy with her last night.

I love how soft her skin was. When I touched her directly, I could feel my own blood pumped faster as I increased my heart rate. It was beating like crazy, especially when she started to respond to my kisses. I always want to treat my woman right, so even though she’s not mine, at least I wanted to give a good impression to her. Her body was perfectly arched when I kissed her s and softly opened her thighs, allowing me to touch her private part and it was already wet down there, making me somehow, feeling so excited to explore more of her. She aroused me with her body, her voice, her gestures… everything.

I really couldn’t resist the will to kiss her. I thought I’d be fine and just got used to her presence, but when she kissed me very well whenever we’re being closed to each other while she nibbled on my lower lips, I couldn’t hold myself to stay calm and not kissed her back, passionately. She responded well to me though by kept pulling me closer to her. And that’s enough to say that we were actually wanted each other, I wouldn’t deny myself. She allured me and it’s so hard not to wanting her. And I thought I was ready to explode with the way she writhed under me, the way she softly bit her own lips to prevent her moaned my name which in the end failed to be done by her, and of course, the way she screamed the pleasure she felt when both of us came. I’m very sure, that after last night, everything would be changed. And I simply thought that this is the time, this marked the day that we should stop acting like we didn’t need each other.  

I asked her to move to my bed last night.

But now I was left hanging. She didn’t say anything regarding that when I asked her and I couldn’t ask her also, since she’s still in a deep sleep when I left her on the bed alone. But for sure, last night did change everything. For example, I awaited her text. We usually text each other about our whereabouts, but aside from my mother in law’s text saying thanks to me for giving her a set of garden kit, I did not receive any text from Jinah. And that made me curious.

Was I gone overboard? Was she thought that I didn’t mean any of my words? Or what?  

I’m dying in curiosity but that’s not enough yet to move me, to text her or even call her, just to ask her. I have this kind of feeling that I probably wouldn’t like her answer, that maybe, she would think differently from me. I knew my question was kind of absurd, but at least she should consider it. I mean… this is for her good, right? With her crave over my scent, why would she refuse to be in the same bed as me? But whatever… the most important thing here is her answer. What would she say about my request?

Before I got crazier on my own mind, Jinah was somehow managed to call me. I could feel my own heart beating like crazy. It felt like I was riding a rollercoaster and trapped at the top of the path, about to going down the slope just by reading her name on the screen. I cleared my throat before I took my phone and slid to answer her call.

“Hello” I said as calm as possible.

“Yoochun oppa?”

“Huh?” I raised one of my eyebrows, confused. Why Jinah is looking for Yoochun hyung? “Jinah, this is Kris”

“Oh God! I’m sorry!” a loud voice was heard and that’s totally not her voice. “Kris, hi. This is Sora, I’m really sorry. I was stopped by Jinah parents’ house and realized that my phone was left at my husband’s car I’m sorry, I thought I missed dial the number” Sora explained with her happy cheerful tone.

“Well, that’s okay” I replied. Partially, I felt a slight of disappointment when I knew it’s not Jinah who called me but somehow, I felt glad also since I’m not sure whether I’m ready to talk with her.

“Ummm.. since you’re on the line, do you want to talk to Jinah? She’s next to me, eating. You know, your wife is basically now a food zombie, she hasn’t stopped looking for food since the morning…Hahaha, and she threw a pillow to me for saying that to you, Kris” again, Sora cheerfully talked on the phone.

Jinah with food, yeah, I could imagine it very well. It wasn’t like I never eaten with her. She took her craving into another level. Most of the time, I could spot her walking around the house with food in her hand. From ice cream to cakes, from chocolate bar to a bag of potato snack, she owned everything and munched anything described as food. It’s funny though to see her, with her big belly, walking around while munching. And that’s somehow becoming my usual view whenever I’m home. Living with her certainly changed whatever kind of life I had before I met her. And to be honest, I didn’t regret any of it.

“Kris? Did you hear me?” Sora’s voice appeared on my radar again.

“Um, yes”

“Jinah wants to talk to you” Sora said and after that, it’s silent.

I wasn’t sure to say something so I just waited before I heard the familiar voice I’ve been waiting to hear since this morning.

“Kris?”

“Yes?”

“It’s Sora… She just mistakenly calling you over Yoochun oppa” she said a little rush.

“Yes, I know” I replied. I wonder, was she didn’t want to talk to me?

“Well, then… I’ll just hang up this phone…”

“Hmm. Ok”

“Ok… Should I just end it or do you want to end it?”

“Oh my God, what are you two? A high school couple who’s too busy to decide who should end the call first?” I could hear Sora’s voice. She seemed to enjoy teasing Jinah, I just let out a chuckle towards it.

“Just end the call, Jinah. It’s fine” I said to her. And finally, Jinah ended the call with me devastatingly looked at the phone once it ended.

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t mention anything about my words last night. I’m completely hanging now. I slowly sinking my head to the desk, leaned my forehead onto the cold wooden surface.

“Hyung”  

I knew it’s Chen, I recognized his voice, but I wasn’t in the mood to look at him. Not in my current state.

“Is there anything wrong?” he asked as he sat on the seat across my desk, tapping his fingers on it.

“Nothing” I muttered.

He chuckled. It’s after office hours, it’s very normal for him to act loose in front of me.

“There’s definitely something. And since there’s nothing wrong in the office, it must have been about Mrs. Wu. The wife, not the mother, of course”

I looked up annoyingly to Chen, only to find him smiling brightly at me.

“What’s with her? She craved what, this time? Anything I could help you with?”

I shook my head quickly.

“Are you heading home?” I asked him as my respond.

“Not really. Baekhyun and Chanyeol, my former high school friends, remember? They called me and asked me to join their small celebration, they’ve just got promotion I their office and we’re going out for a dinner and drink”

“Can I join?”

And that short question was responded by Chen’s surprise face.

“What?” I asked him when he just gave me the are-you-kidding-me face.

“No you’re not joining”

“Why?”

“Because your wife needs you more”

“She’s in her parent’s house”

“So you two were having a fight to the point she left home?”

“Don’t assume things like that” I warned him.

“So?”

“She’s just visiting her mom” I reasoned.

“And you’re not going to pick her up?”

“She has her own driver, Chen”

Chen gave me the look again. But in the end he just nodded as he stood up from his seat.

“Let’s go. Just greet them and drink a shot, then go home”

For the first time ever since I changed my status from single to married I felt like I didn’t want to go home. I’m not ready.

 

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When I reached home a little late that night after Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s party, I was informed by the maid who greeted me on the main gate that Jinah already home, means she didn’t stay at her parent’s. That information was actually enough for me, I didn’t expect anything else. Maybe I should talk to her tomorrow that what I said was just a random mumble and it meant nothing and that she didn’t have to think about it. That’d be good; having her here in the house was enough. I didn’t wish to see her leaving this house though.

I walked straight to my room; I need to take a rest as soon as possible since tomorrow I would have an early morning meeting with my partner regarding the development of the new hotel in Japan. I expected my room to be dark but what awaited me making me surprised like I was not entering my room. The room was indeed bright with light, there’s no furniture change of course, but for sure, I just noticed the new addition in my room.

Jinah slept already on the left side of my bed with her comfortable night dress and socks, her usual sleeping attire. I closed the door carefully, afraid that I woke her up. I walked closer to her, just to make sure that she’s really sleeping. I noticed her soft breathing and how she totally having her face bared with her lips slightly opened. I smiled to myself, realizing that I think I just got my answer over my request last night. Jinah was sleeping comfortably, she didn’t notice my presence. Unconsciously, I touched the side of her face as I watched her sleeping. This is amusing, never once I thought I would want to watch someone’s face when they’re sleeping. But again, with Jinah, everything seemed to work differently on me.

Maybe because I kept caressing her face, she suddenly awakened. She slowly opened her eyes, narrowed it as she tried to get a focus on what she saw. There’s a slight worry inside me that maybe when she awakened, she realized that she’s actually not planned to sleep on my bed. Maybe she’s waiting for me to talk about something or maybe-

“You’re back?” she asked with a hoarse voice, looking at me.  

“Just arrived. I’m sorry I woke you up” I said, still with palm on the side of her face. She took a deep breath before she adjusted to lying on her side.

“It hurts a little…” she muttered, caressing her stomach. I remembered that the doctor said the older her pregnancy went, the harder it would be. She could have a hard time to take a breath, even to walk and to sleep. And that’s when she needed him the most, to support her and helped her passed the pregnancy.

“Do you want me to help you with something?” I asked her, looking at her in worry.

“You’ve just back, go change first. Even if I want to ask you for some assistance, you need to be clean but now, you’re not clean enough to help me” she said, adding a small smile.

“Tell me if there’s anything hurt, okay?” I told her and she just nodded, still rubbing her stomach.

I quickly took my bath and cleaned my body properly. After changing into my pajama pants and a white shirt, I joined her on the bed. She’s not sleeping yet, she changed her position from lying on her left side to the right side, where she faced me.

“Is it still hurts?” I asked her, confused on what to do.

Instead of answering me, she took my hand and placed it at the middle of the bump. I looked at her in surprised, but she just stayed still.

“I think he wants to talk with you” she said suddenly, making me confused. But before I asked her what she means, I felt a soft kick below my palm. I looked at her and she gave the I-told-you-so look, smiling to me as she saw my confused face.

“See? Maybe he said hi to you, because he’s been doing this all day today” she explained, taking a deep breath as she made me moved my palm around her stomach that’s covered by her dress.

“Is it hurts?”

She shook her head. “Well, it hurts a bit, especially if he kept doing it nonstop but usually he stopped kicking if I talked to him…”

“How?” I asked her. How am I supposed to talk with the baby that’s not yet could be seen?”

She chuckled at my question. “Just call him, he knew his parents’ voice”

“What to call him? We’re not having a name yet for him, right?”

Again, Jinah let out a chuckle. “Just call him ‘baby’ or something you want to call him… He responded well with “Baby” though”

I caressed her stomach softly and felt the baby kicked again. “Easy, Boy” I said when I felt him kicking three times in a row. Ok, this looked ridiculous. Me, talking to a stomach... But still, I didn’t stop rubbing her bump.

“Hey, Baby….Bear” I called him, earning a look from Jinah. But then, she just laughed at the fact that I called our baby as Baby Bear. But hey, it’s pretty cute and the baby seemed to listen well.

“Can you please take a rest tonight? You can play again tomorrow, but for tonight, could you let your mom sleep? She’s been around with you all day and I think it’s fair enough for you to take a rest so she could have enough energy to play with you later on. How does it sound?”

Jinah, once again, let out another chuckle as she heard my words. I’m not a good baby talker though, so I didn’t expect it to be a success.

“Is it a deal?” I rubbed the stomach again and earned a kick.

“Ok, if it’s a deal for you, please stop kicking your mommy, okay?” I caressed it again and after waiting for seconds, nothing happened. I looked at Jinah and she gave a surprised look.

“It works? Your talk is a deal for him?” she asked in awe.

“I guess he’s going to enjoy business later on when he grew up” I said proudly as I caressed her stomach once again, before changing my position to lie on the bed. Jinah laughed on her own as she rubbed her bump, still not believing that I successfully made the baby stopped kicking her.

We slept next to each other as we exchanged looks. I didn’t know why but after her laugh stopped, it felt like an awkward silence. It’s just… Having her here in my bed while she acted like it’s something natural, I don’t know… I felt somewhat happy and relieved.

“Sleep, it is late already” I told her in whisper. I took the blanket and covered her, it’s usually chill at night since the autumn already started. I stared at her pretty eyes, she smiled and nodded.

“Thanks, Kris” she mumbled.

“For?”

“For helping me to talk to the baby… He didn’t want to stop kicking when I talked to him, but it worked well with you” she explained.

“It’s my part, right?” I answered and she looked at me again.

“Yeah and it works…” she resumed.

“Now sleep, will you?”

She chuckled and nodded.

“Good night, Kris”

And just by that, she closed her eyes and immediately went to the dreamland. I watched her sleep and when I’m sure that she’s totally asleep, I cupped her left side and kissed her forehead softly before I moved away from her. It should be enough for now, to have her here by my side.   

Good night, Jinah. I’m sure I’ll be having a very good night from now on…

 

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Hello.

After a tough week we had as EXO fans, finally the Lost Planet concert went well… Congrats to the boys! So proud of them and hope them to get better day by day!

I’m back with the new chapter and as promised, I’ll finish this story. I understood other Kris’ fanfic authors who decided to put their story on hold, delete it, or simply just discontinue it. I almost not sure on what to do with this story, but if I recalled that Perfect Timing is indeed the baby that I carefully built chapter by chapter, I couldn’t let this story hanging although the inspiratory of this story is recently MIA. But still… I hope I can continue to write it until the end of the story.

How do you think of the story? Do you like it? I tried my best to keep my feeling towards Kris in this story, so hopefully, you could all do the same… And I appreciate the amount of support for the story as well as new readers, hello there… thanks for reading and subscribing to my story. I appreciated it a lot and for those who tweeted it, thanks also. I noticed you and maybe I could give you something in return (?) hehehe.

OK, that’s all from me. Enjoy and please keep support this story, as well as EXO!

Cheers,

yuriyaa