Rewrite The Stars (discontinued)

Summer

Summer was supposedly meant to be Arthit’s favourite season of all time.

He liked the sun, he worshipped how its ray of sunlight seemed to be so radiant, as if telling him that no matter how tough things were, there’s still hope. He loved going to the beach in this kind of weather, the sound of wave crashing somehow put his mind at ease. On top of everything, maybe he liked sunny season because he was named Arthit.

Today marked the end of his first trimester, Arthit sighed loudly. It had been crazy, confusing and overall a total chaos. He would never get used to the awful taste of medication he was prescribed with, he hated the fact that he needed to be awake so early in the morning and deal with that son of a bitch called morning sickness. Arthit hated himself too at the moment for feeling angry, horny, hungry and sad all at the same time. This was bullshit.

“A-choo!!” reaching for a few tissues from the box on his night stand, Arthit wiped his nose and threw the tissues into the trashcan nearby. He looked at his dear mother who was pacing back and forth anxiously, with a worried look on her face. Arthit giggled at the scene in front of him.

“What about Achara (beautiful angel) ? Oh, oh or Natcha (intelligent) ? Pensri (beautiful moon) is good too or should I go for Manee (precious gemstone)?”

“Mom, how can you be so sure that it’s a girl?”

“Son, why are you still lying on the bed? Help me to choose the perfect name for my future granddaughter! Do you know that all of my friends’ grandchildren were given pretty names and I am not losing to them!” the woman in his late 40’s shook her head while mumbling incoherent words to herself.

“I still think it’s a boy and mom this is not a competition, neither anyone is winning nor losing. You’re just being your usual dramatic self.”

Arthit rolled his eyes as he stood up and headed to the bathroom. He desperately needed a shower right now, he felt tired keeping up to his mother’s antics and having to turn down any female baby names that were propose to him.

If anything, he felt grateful for having this really understanding woman as his mother. On the rainy night when he showed up at the doorsteps looking all soaked and hungry, his mom didn’t say anything and just silently dried his hair. She reheated their dinner and they ate in silence, only the sounds of utensils clicking and soft chewing could be heard. The moment when Arthit spilled everything and highlighted that he was one month pregnant with Kongpob’s child, she still kept her silence as she kissed his forehead and slowly headed out from his room.

His mother had been a great help and Arhit would eternally be thankful for that. She enlighten him about what are the do’s and don’ts  during pregnancy, showed the basic steps of childcare for newbie like him and even gave out the tips on which diet would help him to get back in shape after giving birth.

“I’m not dramatic and only want the best for my grandchild. You just don’t understand..”

Arthit smiled and his dimples are showing. This was when he looked the best, even him was not aware of that.

Ever since he is pregnant, he has gotten if possible prettier and more lovely. His big dark eyes and porcelain white skin are his features that stood out the most, giving him the soft ethereal look that would make anyone fell head over heels.

“Aww, I’m just kidding. Thank you so much, the names are great but I believe my little Byul down here is a boy. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Arthit placed a hand on his little bump and the woman beside him smiled.

“Byul?”

“Yeah, it means star in korean."

“I’ve always known that your obsession with kdramas will eat you up some day and don’t you think it sounds too girly? ” She shook her head amusingly.