Why? [YiZhan FanFiction]✔️

-2- What is right?

-2- What is right?

It's been three months since I first told you about me. A lot has happened in those three months. Let's start with the fact that Emma and I are now officially married. It was a small ceremony in the closest circle of family, her family and our closest friends.

As for the pregnancy, Emma's belly grows and flourishes as we watch. The baby, a little girl, is doing fine in her mama's belly. Emma is doing well so far too, only the hormones are bothering her. And somehow also me.

And strangely enough, I can't seem to do anything right. Well, she's also frustrated because she has to stay in bed most of the day. And that makes her cranky even more so.

For example. I drive from the university to work, from work to shopping, from shopping to home, I give her a kiss hello and she says I should stop that. Then I go into the kitchen where I cook something to eat, do the laundry, clean up, vacuum and dust.

Emma eats in peace and then asks me for dessert. I tell her I brought vanilla ice cream. She looks at me angrily and screams that she'd rather have chocolate ice cream.

The next day the same game. Only this time I don't give her a kiss and she yells at me because I didn't give her a kiss. After dinner we have chocolate ice cream, but she prefers strawberry ice cream.

She yells at me angrily. Only to cry and apologize a few moments later. And then, just a moment later, I get blamed for making her cry.

Even my mother-in-law already told her that she understands her situation because of the bed rest and the hormones, the cravings and everything. But she also told her to pull herself together and not to constantly take her moods out on me.

"Child, this is just too much. Your husband is too scared to go home. He goes to study, work, shop, cook for you, do the housework and you yell at him all the time. Pregnancy or not, that's no way to treat your husband." Said my mother-in-law.

That day, my mother-in-law came to visit us and found me outside our house that her parents and bought, on the porch before. I was really at the end with my nerves and just wanted to have a moment to myself. I didn't even notice that I was crying.

My mother-in-law took me in her arms and said, "It's about time I gave that brat a piece of my mind."

Unfortunately things haven't improved. She has become even meaner than before. Then every time I tried to say anything, she'd say, "Why don't you go back and tell it to my mother?"

Nora, my mother-in-law found her behavior very strange. She questioned one of her friends, a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist came to our house and had a long talk with Emma. What he found was a shock to me.

My wife is suffering from a serious psychosis. And the pregnancy has exacerbated it. In order to be able to treat her, but especially to have her under supervision, my parents-in-law and I decided to send her to a psychiatric clinic.

We don't want Emma to be a danger to herself, the baby or anyone else. Of course she's upset about this and refused to take any medication. She screamed and flailed around, claiming the nurses wanted to drug her and then kill her.

Because of the pregnancy, they can only give her light medications that will make her realize at least a little bit what is right and what is wrong.

I really miss Emma. Since I'm only allowed to visit her once a week. I really miss her a lot. It's quiet at home. The bed is cold and empty. The nights are lonely. I miss rubbing her belly and feeling the movements of our baby.

Four months to go until the birth. And yet Emma won't be able to be discharged yet, because the real therapy will only begin after the birth. They will hand over the baby to me after the birth and then treat Emma properly and adjust her to the right medication.

I don't know how I can stand it without her until then. I love her and I am happy that she is my wife. And in fact she is a very kind, sensitive and calm woman. Her bright brown eyes and her long black wavy hair, her sweet little snub nose. I miss all that very much.

Yesterday when I visited her, she smiled and said that I had made the right decision. It was for her sake, but also for the sake of our child. Next week she might see things differently again. But yesterday she was happy.

She also told me yesterday what our daughter's name should be. "Xiao Xinxin." She wants our daughter, unlike her, to have a Chinese name. She always liked the name Xinxin.

Although there are still four months until the birth, everything is already prepared and arranged for our little one at home. I can't wait until I can finally see her and hold her in my arms.

With all this, I couldn't help but wonder if my sister and Yibo might have become parents too. I know that my sister always wanted at least two children, maybe she is already a mother.

Right now I wish I still had Yibo as my best friend. But he himself broke off contact with me at that time. After we came back from camping he didn't talk to me anymore.

And shortly afterwards, it was announced that he must marry Yanli. I wish I knew what I did wrong then. Because to be honest, everything that happened at the campsite, he started it, not me.

I know I haven't told you what happened there, but I will. Right now, I'm not ready. And I still don't fully understand it myself.

I will probably never know why Yibo turned away from me. Why he ignored my calls and messages and always avoided me when we ran into each other.

We had known each other since the elementary school and he had never been that way to me. So cold and distant. We had been together every day, had done and experienced so much together. There were people who thought we were a couple because we were so close friends.

And then, from one day to the next. he treated me like any other. He gave me that cold, stoic look. Treated me like air.

After a week, I was fed up. I saw him alone and ran to him. I grabbed his wrist and asked him to finally tell me what I had done, that he treated me like this.

And what did he do? He tore his wrist away from me. Laughed and said, "You are so stupid, Zhan. Don't you get it? I don't give a damn about you! I hate you and I want nothing to do with you."

I asked him why, what I did to make him hate me. And he said, "Think about it yourself. Never speak to me again. Cause I can't guarantee I won't punch you next time. Get the fuck out of my life!"

And that was that. I avoided him from then on. Sure, I kept trying to figure out what was going on, what I was doing, but to this day I don't know.