3 Ways

Trapped

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Namjoo continued staring at Chanyeol before she slowly stepped toward the house since there was no other choice. She might as well try to figure out why she was there in order to get the answer to what was going on, because this surely wasn't reality.

"Come eat!" the woman from earlier called out and Namjoo saw that she had the table set with bowls and plates.

Chanyeol waited for her slow arrival before he reached out for her hand and led her over to the table. He let their son down before setting his free hand on her shoulder.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked somewhat worried, and why he was worried Namjoo couldn't understand. He raised a brow and waited for her reply, but when she didn't he turned to who he called, "Mom, did you give her some medicine?"

"Oh, she slept it off. Eat this chicken," his mom reached over to settle a piece of chicken breast on her empty plate. "Eat it for the baby. Look at how small Hyunseung is. Your baby should come out plump and healthy this time. Here, eat up!"

Baby...another baby. Namjoo felt everything crash inside her head before she felt something slide up her throat.

She was going to be sick.

Quickly turning away on impulse she drew herself up and ran out the front gate. Whatever was happening here, she wanted to end right away. No, she couldn't see this happening. A baby with...Chanyeol!?

Namjoo heard footsteps chasing her, but she remained unaware of it before she suddenly bent over and threw up into the lazy grass outside. A large hand patted her back gently and before she could wipe off the saliva from her lips he turned her around and did so with his sleeve. Namjoo felt her heart melt at the gesture. Chanyeol was touching her soft spot again; whether it was really hers or this body's soft spot.

"Come on, I'll get you some water," he suggested before gently taking her hand and led her outback where a large basin filled with fresh water stood against the house.

He scooped some out with a tiny basket before lifting it up to her lips. Namjoo stared at it before looking at him. Was the water safe to even drink? But she couldn't ask him for the stupid look she might receive in return. Parting her lips she drank a fair amount and realized she was thirsty. Chanyeol placed his hand at her back before running his hand over her face. The way he looked at her was full of so many tender emotions in which Namjoo didn't know how to react to. By now they would have hugged as it was their ritual to do so, but this Chanyeol just gazed at her as if he couldn't get enough.

This bright smile climbed over his lips before he ran a hand over her face and held her near for a peck on the forehead. His expression of emotions was really something, she thought when he turned her around and hugged her from behind.

"Do you think we're having a boy again this time?" he asked placing the palm of his hand over her stomach. "I hope we have a girl, see how pretty she'll grow up to be."

Words raced throughout her mind, but she was too shocked by everything to correctly form them. Then she suddenly recalled the drawings in the house. "Those sketches in the room, did you draw them?"

He turned to look at her confused by the question, "I thought you already knew that. Why are you asking?" Then he let go of her worried. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Oh...yea...I'm fine," Namjoo tried to sound enthusiastic no matter the confusion. She was starting to worry if she was acting too different from this Namjoo in this lifetime. But it wasn't like anyone would understand her situation or believe it even if she tried explaining it to anyone.