[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 2~]

[188.] Ruth. [TW]

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- Please... Please, my love, please... Huan, I am begging you...

Zewu-Jun was frowning yet again. Breakfast was just over, and Jiang Wanyin was sitting at his feet, as was his habit, but now his face was upturned, tormented and begging.

They waited for the baby to arrive. They waited, and waited. 

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The month was done, the first day of summer was approaching, and as the weather was getting hotter  -  Jiang Cheng's torture deepened. He had been trying to entice and seduce Lan Xichen into sex, as he believed that this was the best way to get rid of the burden that was suffocating him already. Oh sure, he had tried with spicy food, which only gave him severe heartburn, and oh yes, he tried with physical strain  –  going for a ride, basically running away  from the swarm of servants who tried to stop him. No.

Lan Xichen scolded him, refusing and, blushing, and Jiang Wanyin listened to all the worried pleas and warnings, but in the end just said, sulking:

- Husband, you have no idea  how horrible this is! Trust me! I cannot stand it any more!

Zewu-Jun tried to be understanding and sympathize, but Jiang Cheng was getting too reckless about it, and he didn't like it, not at all. Now he was staring into the beautiful face sternly, trying again to assess what would be best for all parties concerned. His heart was breaking to watch his husband in such misery and pain, but he had to think about his son too.

- Wanyin, you know how we get when we make love... I dare not. Don't ask me, husband. I just... can't. I can't.

- We will do it in the bath! Or in the Spring! I care not! I need this over with! Zewu-Jun, have mercy! I literally cannot breathe...

- Hmmm.

Jiang Cheng blinked tears away; he knew that there was no point in pushing this further. He lowered his eyes, defeated, staring at his huge monster belly distractedly with empty eyes. He felt heavy and uncomfortable, bloated; his bones ached, his muscles ached, the heartburn and nausea were a way of life now, as the baby  –  too big now  -  was pressing on his organs day and night. 

He gave up and just relaxed, forced to wait for somebody to come and help him get up.

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For the rest of the day Jiang Wanyin just stayed in bed, absolutely relaxed and silent. Lan Huan came to check on him several times, but to any questions he would just shake his head and sink back into his reverie. Lan Xichen wondered if his husband perhaps dreamed about the time he would have his body back, and be free to move and live as he pleased. He tried to wrench out some information from the maid  –  but she just confirmed his fear: Sandu Shengshou had not moved today, had not spoken at all, didn't want anything.

Dinnertime was awful. Jiang Cheng had to be reminded to feed, he looked as if drugged, intoxicated, dizzy and exhausted, flushed and breathing with difficulty. It was torture even looking at him like this. 

Zewu-Jun bit his lip and made a quick work of it.

- Come along, beloved. You will be mine one more time tonight.  –  he murmured in his ear.

The large glazed eyes stared at him blankly, but the lips smiled faintly; still, he said nothing. When he lifted him up in his arms his head swayed, leaning over his chest, and Lan Xichen's heart froze, wondering if it was perhaps too late.

He knew too well that Sandu Shengshou would only get into such helpless states when things were  extremely bad.