・❥・ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜꜱʜ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. Happily married and eagerly awaiting San's return from his mandatory military service, Wooyoung busies himself building their home and nurturing their dreams. Just as everything seems to be going perfectly, unexpec...
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Three days later
I shuffled around the house in my shorts and a cute pink top that San had bought a few days back when he went clothes shopping for little Han. My satin shorts robe draped over me as I stepped into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. The house felt eerily quiet without little Han, who had left with Mingyu and Wonwoo for a little beach holiday. Although I missed him immensely, our daily video calls showed him bubbling with joy, which lifted my spirits tremendously.
As I poured my coffee, my long hair kept falling over my shoulders, getting in my way. It had grown past my shoulder blades and was due for a trim. I swept it back irritably and ran my fingers through it, glancing out of the kitchen window. San was outside, shirtless, tending to the garden and planting the flowers I had asked for. Watching him work, his muscles flexing with each movement, brought a soft smile to my face.
Just then, my phone began to ring. I glanced down, picking it up and answering. I held my coffee cup with one hand, sipping slowly to avoid scalding myself as Dr. Kim's calm voice came through.
"Good morning, Wooyoung. Dr. Kim here. We have your results," he said in a gentle tone.
I bit my lip, a knot of anxiety forming in my stomach. "Good morning, Dr. Kim. What are the results?" I asked softly, moving across the kitchen to gather some ingredients for kimchi pancakes.
Dr. Kim's next words stopped me in my tracks. "We have found the reason why you've been feeling unwell," he began, pausing for a moment to let the words sink in. "You are pregnant."
The broken cup and spilled coffee seemed trivial compared to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. The shock of Dr. Kim's news had rendered me momentarily speechless, and as the reality set in, confusion and disbelief took over. "Excuse me?" I managed to stammer out, stepping carefully over the shards of broken glass that littered the kitchen floor. "What in the world—how the hell... I'm a man!"
I could hear Dr. Kim taking a deep breath on the other end of the line, undoubtedly preparing to address my confusion. "Wooyoung, I understand this is extremely surprising. Given your unique medical history and previous treatments, and I'm aware you're man. We'll need you to come in for further tests and a detailed discussion. It's crucial we understand your situation fully."
As I steadied myself after nearly slipping on the spilled coffee, the confusion was almost palpable. I groaned, both from the near fall and the surreal nature of the conversation. "Woah, woah—" I began, trying to regain my footing both literally and figuratively, "What treatments? I have never had treatments. I never gave birth—Han is adopted."
My confusion deepened with Dr. Kim's insistence, and I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. "Well—I understand that but you're pregnant. Can you come in tomorrow and we can discuss this face to face?" he said warmly, trying to provide reassurance through his tone.
