Hello there! First of all, I would like to thank you for reading this book, and thank you for reading this note. I'm sorry for not updating for so long, my mental health hasn't been very stable these past few weeks and I have to focus on my online classes because it already started. Thank you so much for reading, voting and commenting on this book. I appreciate you all, stay at home and stay safe always. Many of us are going through a hard time in this time of pandemic, I want you guys to know that you are all amazing and beautiful, this too shall pass, just continue praying. Anyways, here's an update for you guys! Again, thank you so much. Chan rak khun. <3
All the love, singtuanism.
WARNING: MPREG
Krist's P.O.V
I used to love grocery shopping. I love the idea of walking with my husband in the supermarket, finding the section of things or foods that we need, especially when we get home, we arrange the groceries together. It used to feel so fulfilling, not until I got pregnant. I hate grocery shoppings now. I used to do it with my husband, Singto but now that he's so busy managing their family's company, I do it alone. Technically, I have maids or bodyguards to accompany me but it's still different if you're with you husband, right?
I am already 7 months pregnant and my belly literally looks like a ball. Grocery shopping exhausts me, imagine walking on the supermarket with a bulging stomach and finding the things that we need for our home while my belly is practically aching all the time. Sometimes, I consider to just let the maids do it but I crave all the time and I'm picky with the brands we use so I do it myself. But now, I think from now on, I'll let them do it. I'll just list down the things and brands that we always use.
After a tiring grocery shopping, I let the bodyguards and maids go home without me, the bodyguards insisted to accompany me but I declined, I'm a grown ass man with a bulging belly. I also threatened them a little that if ever they tell it to my husband, I'll make them eat lots and lots of pickles with mayonnaise. Oh damn, I'm salivating, pickles with mayonnaise is my current craving.
I walked around the mall for an hour, surprisingly, my belly didn't ache that much. I guess my little Fiat loves walking around the mall. I bought myself new clothes, specifically hoodies because it's comfy and I let Singto wear it before going to work because I love his scent. Also, I am addicted to my husband's natural scent, he smells peppermint with the mix of his manly aftershave. I also bought some things for my unborn baby, I bought him cute mittens, some cute socks, milk bottles and everything I find cute.
I felt my stomach grumble, maybe Fiat's hungry now. I stopped by on a cute café to order myself a strawberry cake and a pink milk for a take-out. While waiting for it, I sat on one of the chairs and texted our driver to fetch me from the mall because it's only 5pm and my husband's not done with work yet. The waitress gave me my order, she was smiling widely that I find it weird.
"Sir, you look so cute in your outfit!" She exclaimed and handed me the paper bag. I smiled at her, she has a good eye huh? I'm just wearing an oversized hoodie and some shorts with my vans. My old clothes doesn't fit me anymore so hoodies are my only choice.
"Thank you! Have a great day." I said and stood up from the chair.
"You too, Sir!" She beamed and waved a little. I just chuckled and left the café.
I went straight to the basement. Our driver spotted me first because he practically run towards me to help me on the paper bags.
"Krist! You should've let the other bodyguards help you. It's not good for you to carry such heavy things. It's bad for you and the baby! Are you alright? Is your stomach aching?" Our driver said in a worried tone. I just laughed it off, they're really overprotective of me and the baby.
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Krist & Singto
FanfictionShort stories compilation of Perawat Sangpotirat and Prachaya Ruangroj, Arthit Rojnapat and Kongpob Sutthiluck. Also includes oneshots. The stories are purely fictional and came from the author's imaginative mind.