・❥・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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In the stillness of the night, the sudden, sharp pain in my stomach jolted me awake. Carefully, I sat up, gingerly placing a hand on my bump as a wave of nausea washed over me. I eased myself to the edge of the bed, pausing to gather my strength before standing. Not wanting to disturb San's peaceful slumber, I quietly made my way toward the kitchen, hoping a bottle of water might soothe the discomfort. The thought of medication crossed my mind, but without knowing what was safe, I dismissed it for now.
Shuffling quietly through the dimly lit hallway, the pain intensified abruptly, folding my body in half as it sucked the breath from my lungs. I gripped the door frame for support, trying to steady myself. Each pulse of pain seemed to echo through the quiet house, magnifying the fear and uncertainty I felt.
Breathing heavily, I leaned against the wall, trying to calm the sharp stabs that seemed to target the very core of my being. I knew I needed to be careful, especially in my condition. Taking slow, measured breaths, I attempted to regain some control over the pain, wondering if I should wake San or even call for medical help.
After a moment, the pain subsided enough for me to continue my slow, tentative walk to the kitchen. I reached the counter and grasped the cold surface, pulling out a glass and filling it with water from the tap. The cool liquid felt soothing as I drank slowly, trying to wash away the nausea and pain with each sip.
However, the relief was short-lived. As I set the glass down, another wave of pain hit, less sharp this time but equally alarming. Clutching my abdomen, I realized this might be more serious than I had hoped.
Pain gripped me again, a relentless reminder that something was seriously wrong. As I stood in the dimly lit kitchen, clutching the edge of the counter for support, the realization that I needed help became undeniable.
Gathering my resolve, I turned back toward the bedroom to wake San, but before I could take a step, I heard his voice behind me.
"Wooyoung? What's wrong? Why are you up?" San asked, his voice thick with sleep but tinged with concern as he approached me in the kitchen.
Feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension at his presence, I leaned heavily against the counter, trying to steady my breathing. "I... I have this awful pain, and it just won't go away," I managed to say, the discomfort evident in my voice. "It's really bad this time."
San was instantly alert, his drowsiness replaced by a protective urgency. He moved closer, his eyes scanning my face for signs of distress. "Okay, let's not take any chances. We're going to the hospital to check on the baby," he decided quickly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
"But I don't want to overreact if it's nothing..." I started to protest weakly, the pain momentarily ebbing, allowing a flicker of doubt to creep in.
San gently but firmly cut me off, "No, we're not taking any risks with you or the baby. This isn't just nothing, and I'd rather we be safe and get it checked out." His hands were steady as he helped me away from the counter, guiding me towards the bedroom.
