You lay there on the bed, your stomach feels so painful. As if squeezing all of the things in your stomach.

You whined to Choso, pouting and whining about your stomach. Choso slips himself under the comforter, burying his face on your tummy.

“Poor baby, what do you want me to do to at least lessen the pain? Can't bear seeing you hurting like this..” he inquired, pouting as he gives kisses to your tummy.