Arrange Marriage

CHAP 31

Mingyu sat on the edge of their bed, glaring at the pile of clothes scattered across the room. His favorite sweatpants refused to cooperate, his oversized shirts suddenly felt too snug, and his socks—oh, the socks—might as well have been mocking him.
“Why are you just standing there?” Mingyu huffed, throwing a defeated look at Wonwoo, who was leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed with a smirk on his lips.
“I’m admiring the view,” Wonwoo teased, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement.
Mingyu grabbed a stray sock from the bed and lobbed it at Wonwoo, who dodged it with practiced ease. “This is all your fault, Jeon Wonwoo! You did this to me!”
Wonwoo’s smirk faltered slightly as he crossed the room and crouched down in front of Mingyu, taking his swollen feet into his hands. “Gyu, you’re not seriously blaming me, are you?”
“Oh, I’m dead serious,” Mingyu said, folding his arms over his protruding belly. “You’re the reason my feet look like balloons, my back feels like it’s about to snap in half, and I can’t sleep because your child is practicing martial arts in here!” He gestured dramatically to his stomach, which was indeed shifting as the baby kicked.
Wonwoo bit back a smile, though his heart ached seeing Mingyu so frustrated. “Okay, okay. You’re right. It’s all my fault.”
Mingyu blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Wait… what?”
“I did this to you,” Wonwoo said solemnly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over Mingyu’s swollen ankle. “I’m the reason you’re uncomfortable, tired, and swollen. And as your husband, I’ll take full responsibility.”
Mingyu narrowed his eyes, not sure if he was being mocked or genuinely comforted. “What kind of responsibility are we talking about?”
Wonwoo smiled, leaning forward to kiss Mingyu’s knee. “The kind where I do everything I can to make you feel better.”
Wonwoo was true to his word.
He started by helping Mingyu find clothes that fit comfortably, digging through the wardrobe to locate stretchy fabrics and oversized shirts. When Mingyu complained about his swollen feet, Wonwoo brought out a basin of warm water and soaked them, even giving a gentle massage.
But the real challenge came later that night when Mingyu, after attempting to find a comfortable position for the fifth time, groaned loudly and sat up in bed.
“I can’t do this!” Mingyu whined, his voice muffled as he buried his face in his hands. “This baby hates me, and so does my back!”
Wonwoo, who had been dozing off, immediately sat up and placed a calming hand on Mingyu’s back. “Come here,” he said softly, guiding Mingyu to lie down against his chest.
“I’m so uncomfortable,” Mingyu murmured, his voice trembling with frustration.
“I know, love,” Wonwoo said, wrapping his arms around him. “Let me help.”
Wonwoo spent the next half hour gently rubbing Mingyu’s back, his fingers working out the knots and tension. When Mingyu’s belly shifted with another series of kicks, Wonwoo placed his hand over it and began humming softly, the deep vibration of his voice soothing both his husband and the restless baby.
By the time Mingyu finally fell asleep, Wonwoo found himself gazing at him with a mixture of guilt and adoration.
“I’m sorry for putting you through this,” Wonwoo whispered, pressing a kiss to Mingyu’s forehead. “But I promise it’ll all be worth it. You’re doing amazing, Gyu.”
As if in agreement, the baby gave a small nudge under Wonwoo’s hand. He chuckled softly, his heart swelling with love for the family they were building together.
Even when Mingyu grumbled the next morning, blaming Wonwoo yet again, the mafia boss took it all in stride. Because no matter how tough it got, there was no one else he’d rather face these challenges with than his husband.