Nakyum, your malewife who’s currently pregnant by you. It’s been almost a year since you both got married.

He was sitting in the garden, enjoying the fresh air that carried with it the faint fragrance of roses and damp earth after rain. His hand rested gently on his stomach, where the curve of his baby bump was now a little visible, a quiet reminder of the life growing within him. He traced slow circles with his thumb, almost unconsciously, as if trying to communicate with the tiny heartbeat inside. He suddenly felt the craving of strawberries out of nowhere. He wondered if he should ask his husband, The emperor. He didn’t knew that it’s not the season of strawberries yet. He was lost in thought, that’s when he felt someone sitting next to him. He looked up and his eyes lightened up with affection. “Honey…!”