[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 1~]

[40.] Laughing at the dinner table.

-  I understand what you're saying. Our wedding was very ill-timed indeed. I pray constantly that I wouldn't have to travel again, and leave you alone here, my little one... Especially as you are so ill now. –  he reached out and placed his palm on Jiang Wanyin's belly gently and sighed, worried. –  Do you think we managed...  -  he didn't finish, blushing.

- I don't know... -  Jiang Wanyin dared not look in his eyes. –  I don't know how it feels even... You were my first, Zewu-Jun... -  he said breathlessly, very red in the face.

- Kitten... -  he murmured, taking him in his arms and holding him tight.

Jiang Wanyin sank in the soft robes and hid his face there. He hated talking about such things, very much unlike his brother. He sighed and moved to climb into Lan Xichen's lap so that they could cuddle better. Zewu-Jun smiled and opened his arms immediately.

- I am sorry, Zewu-Jun...  -  he muttered sadly.

- Why, my love? What for? –  he asked carefully, already unsurprised by his mood swings.

- I feel like I have ruined your birthday... And this is our first celebration together... And I don't really have a present for you... And I am so sick most of the time that I hate myself...  -  he whimpered, hugging his waist, and leaning his head on his shoulder.

He had expected Lan Huan to be upset, but he laughed and caressed his head. He looked at his face amazed.

- Why are you laughing, husband?! –  he mumbled. – It is not  funny at all!

Smiling broadly, Lan Xichen took a bite and brought it to his mouth, begging:

- Please, open up, sweetheart? You need your strength, my love. –  he murmured sweetly.

Sandu Shengshou was frowning, squinting his eyes, and definitely pouting and not  opening his mouth.

- Why are you laughing? Tell me! What is so funny about me disappointing you on your birthday? –  he growled.

- I will tell you, but you must open first. –  he smiled.

- No. -  Jiang Wanyin turned his head to the side, sulking. –  Blackmail rarely works on me.

- But darling, please.  –  Lan Huan laughed some more.

- No! –  he growled and jumped to get up.

- Wanyin... Please... Stay... -  Zewu-Jun begged with such strong emotion in his voice that Jiang Cheng turned, hesitating.

- Stay with me... I have missed you so much today... Please, A-Cheng... -  he choked on his words, close to tears.