On the queen-sized royal bed, Viv was touching her skin tenderly like a feather "You have such a white and clear skin."
"Waah.." She started crying abruptly.
Viv dumbfounded, asked her anxiously "What happened? Are you in pain?"
"No, You like my clear skin but soon ugly stretch marks will begin to appear. I will also be getting fatter and fatter day by day."
Viv took a long time to react.
She was saying that she was crying because she was getting fat due to pregnancy!
Taking her little hand, and kissed her eyebrows very gently. Then kissing her earlobe, he moved the tip of his tongue back and forth and teasingly said in her ear: "Is it fat? Um?"
When she hoped Viv will gently dispel her insecurities, he was teasing her. Ira was furious. Grabbing the big hand he had kept on her chest she placed it in her mouth and bit hard.
"Ah..." Viv was not prepared, his hand bitten by her. It was so painful that he was sighing.
She wanted to hear his petting tone. Somehow feeling wronged, the tears fell even more fiercely like a broken tap.
"Don't cry, oh, don't cry...", Viv gently kissed her. "Pregnancy fat is easy to lose. We will exercise and Even if you become fat. I will always like you."
Hearing his reassurance, she calmed down a bit and gave a big smile. But her smile turned to frown her face soon became distorted: "But what about the stretch marks? They are so ugly like dried up trees"
"Ah, stretch marks! I have already ordered a lavender essential oil for that. It would be in drawers." Taking out a bottle, Viv handed it to her.
"You had already bought it. It means you also hate those marks. What if this oil doesn't work effectively? And if you bought it why didn't you give it to me immediately?" in a hoarse voice she cried.
"It is to be avoided in the first trimester. So I was going to give you these days. It definitely works!" He was at his wit end but still continued stroking and patting her lightly.
'Is this the legendary 'baby blues' that is described in most pregnancy magazines. Mood swings—happy one minute and crying the next. ' Viv thought.
Ira was not at fault. She was merely irritated. First, they have to wait in the hospital for a long time for the ultrasound scan.
Being 18 weeks pregnant, the gender of the baby was to be determined. Yet because the kid curled up, facing the wrong way they now had to wait for the next appointment.
Additionally, A lot of words she heard today were appearing in her mind: 'rounder, wider, weirder, and FAT!
Besides, She had to give up on sweets!
'Baby, sorry I don't mind you being chubby but you see you have to come out from a small narrow passage. So a little restriction on sweets.'
The day sure was annoying!
The hand that was stroking her paused. Her pink transparent pyjama was showing her white skin. she was lying on her side so he couldn't see her chest, but the snowy white back, with her legs exposed. Feeling the heat and the pain underneath, Viv knew it was hard and swollen.
In contrast, Ira who was arguing and crying a moment ago was now touring her dreamland. A calm smile decorating her face.
On a cold chilly night of a winter, a sad pitiful man was taking a cold shower trying to dispel the growing heat in his part!