pregnant from my enemy | yuwin

chapter 6

"You are the biggest disappointment in my life!"

"What have I done to deserve a son like you?!"

Slap

"Sicheng!"
The worried voice of his mother.

He heard the door closing behind his drunken father.

"It's my fault he's drunk again,
isn't it?"

No respond.

Sicheng ran into his room.

He isn't worth having a father like that. He hasn't deserved all the things in his room and his father let him know it every time.

Tears rolling down his face.
If his father could forgive his son for what he did.

He wants to get a second chance.

Sicheng startled from the dream he had. He looked around and found an already awaked Yuta next to him. He had a scared face on and went to the younger as fast as he can.

"Sicheng! What happened?!" he looked deep in the eyes of the younger Chinese next to him. Why did Yuta never saw how pretty Sicheng's eyes are?

"I... I had a nightmare"

"What did you dreamed?"

"Something that happened when I was young... it was horrible."
He started to cry.

"No! No! Sicheng! Don't cry. I'm here don't worry!"
Yuta embraced the pregnant man and made him feel comfortable. Sicheng stopped crying. He felt safe.

They never were that close to each other like they were in that minutes they sat there, hugging each other's, but neither Yuta nor Sicheng felt uncomfortable. They really enjoyed it.

The Chinese looked at the watch laying on his bedside table. 9:27am

He remembered that important meeting today.

"Yuta! I have to get ready for a meeting today!"

"What is it about?" the older seem very suspicious about it. "Finances, our incomes and expenditures and more." the younger explained while searching for a white shirt which covers his little belly perfectly.

Yuta stared at Sicheng's belly, thinking about their child growing in it.

Sicheng left the bedroom to change his clothes. His suit still looks perfect at him.

Meanwhile, Yuta went downstairs to prepare something for breakfast, but he forgot, Sicheng doesn't have food in his fridge.

"Sicheng?! When is your meeting?!" he yelled through the apartment and didn't really expect Sicheng to answer. "At 10! Why?!"

Yuta looked at the clock, hanging in the modern designed kitchen. 20 minutes left. "I'll drive you and after that, we'll eat lunch together!" the Japanese now didn't have to yell because Sicheng was in the eating room where he left all his papers.

"No Yuta, I bet you're also busy. Don't waste your time on me." Sicheng said fastly while packing his documents into his back.

"I understand. But still, wanna eat lunch later? At 4? I'll pick you up."
Deep inside Yuta wanted the younger answer with a 'yes'.