pregnant from my enemy | yuwin

chapter 9

Sicheng and Yuta sat in a light
blue decorated room.
Silence between them.
No one dared to say a word.

"I... i can't believe that."
Sicheng finally said and tears fell down his cheeks.

"I can't believe our baby died"
Sicheng started crying out every emotions he had... Yuta did the same.

His first child, their baby boy,
died while Sicheng was giving birth.
It was too horrible for them to see it.

Yuta closed his burning eyes and in the next moment he found himself in his black bedroom in his appartment... alone...

"Sicheng? Sicheng?! SICHENG?! Where are you?! Please! Sicheng! Come here!" his crying became stronger. He had no power to sit properly.

"Please Sicheng. Come back..."

"I love you."

Yuta straightened up fastly and breathed heavily. The Japanese looked around, searching for Sicheng.

"Sicheng?! Where are you?!" he started crying. He needs to see Sicheng and his little baby tummy.

Yuta ran out of the bedroom and looked into every room he passed.

The last room he opened was the guest's room, where he found Sicheng sleeping quietly. He looked like a price. Flawless, handsome, just perfect.

The Japanese went next to the Chinese into the warm bed and just looked at him.

Minutes passed and Sicheng finally woke up. "Yuta?! Since when are you here?" Sicheng asked fastly. Yuta shrugged his shoulders and sat up.

"You know Sicheng... I dreamt something... and I needed to see you..." the older explained and looked deep into his lover's eyes.

"I... I dreamt that our child died while you were giving birth and... and then you left me alone... I... it was horrible." tears were formed in Yuta's eyes and rolled down his cheeks quietly.

"Yuta. Our baby won't die. Don't worry... what about we make an appointment with the gynecologist to make sure that our baby is doing fine?" Sicheng calmed Yuta who smiled at the idea.

They both went back to the bedroom and searched for clothes they'd wear that day.

Yuta of course didn't forget about what he said yesterday and he wanted to clear it up.

Yuta eyed the younger chinese, who searched for comfy clothes in his part of the closet.
He took advantage of the situation to embrace the younger one sensitively and may or may not give him a small peck on the cheek.

Sicheng didn't even shrink away from it and they stood there... quietly... embracing each other.

Their eyes met and they knew, if they hesitate now, they won't ever get the opportunity to get that far.

Yuta caressed Sicheng's cheek gently while Sicheng held Yuta's chin softly.
Both men had small butterflies in their stomachs.
They got dangerously close.
Their hearts started beating faster and faster.
Sicheng and Yuta closed their eyes, hoping for nothing to interrupt them.
The men pouted their lips.
Just a small breeze was between them.
Finally, after a long time, their lips met and they got into a passionate kiss.
It lasted long and they didn't want it to end.
It was just a beautiful feeling.
Butterflies came up in their stomachs.