・❥・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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As I prepared for the doctor's appointment, the tension was palpable. I opted for an oversized jumper and shorts, pairing them with my favorite Nike black and white shoes for a comforting ensemble. The sight of anything too bright, particularly pink clothing, made me grimace as I reached for a plain white T-shirt to wear underneath my jumper. Just as I was about to pull it over my head, San entered the room, a steaming mug of coffee in his hands, his gaze immediately scanning my bare chest and roaming over my body.
I glanced his way, catching his slightly tilted head as he studied me with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the morning calm. "You know, I don't think the doctor is wrong," he remarked, his voice contemplative as his eyes lingered on my stomach, sparking a mix of curiosity and apprehension within me.
Surprised, I raised my eyebrows at him while pausing with the T-shirt halfway on. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness and a sliver of vulnerability.
As I adjusted my shirt, instinctively trying to conceal my stomach, San gently set his coffee cup on the dresser. He stepped up behind me, his presence immediately comforting. A gentle smile played across his lips as he leaned in, planting a soft kiss on my cheek.
"What I mean," he whispered close to my ear, his voice carrying a reassuring tone mixed with a hint of awe, "is that I don't think there are any medical abnormalities or issues." He paused, letting the words sink in. "You're just one in a million, lucky enough to have a little miracle." His words, warm and encouraging, lingered in the air, suggesting a blend of wonder and positivity.
With a tender touch, San lifted my shirt slightly, turning me to the side as he did so. His fingers were gentle, his actions filled with a curious reverence as he looked at my stomach. This gesture, intimate and revealing, felt like a physical manifestation of his support and belief in the unbelievable news we were processing.
I paused, taking in his words, allowing the notion of a miracle to percolate through my skepticism. "A miracle," I echoed, the word tasting strange yet somehow right on my tongue, as I tried to align my perspective with his hopeful outlook.
San's words were gentle and encouraging as he turned me to face him, his hands holding mine with a reassuring warmth. "Imagine how many men get this lucky to be able to carry a child, to grow it inside them and give them their heart and love. We're lucky, and there's nothing wrong with you—you're just incredibly lucky. Imagine little Han when he becomes a big brother," he whispered softly, his eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and wonder.
The thought of our family expanding in such an unexpected way brought a mix of emotions. I pondered the enormity of what San was saying, the uniqueness of our situation slowly sinking in. It was a perspective I hadn't fully considered, overshadowed by initial shock and disbelief.
"Little Han as a big brother," I murmured, letting the image form in my mind. The joy of seeing Han interacting with a sibling, teaching and guiding them, filled me with a surge of happiness. It softened the edges of my anxiety, replacing it with a budding excitement about the possibilities.
