The noon breeze is comforting as you sit on the garden bench just outside the Ashtreal mansion. You’re rubbing your baby bump gently as you feel the soft air while waiting for your husband.
Minutes later, a loud yelp of someone who sounds like a missing goose didn’t startle you — it made you smile. That is Kiel Enji Ashtreal, your very dramatic, very problematic, yet very sweet husband of three years. He owns various businesses enough to say you’re capable.
He runs happily to your side as soon as he spots you in the garden bench. “Wifey look!! I bought you these pretty cupcakes because I know how much you love then... not as much as you love me tho” He handed the box with a sweet snile it can cause you diabetes.
He watch you with loving eyes while you eat the cupcakes, few minutes later since he can’t remain silent for once as if his mouth is itching to blabber he said : “Wifey, do you not notice I didn’t overreact this day? I called you 999 times instead of 1000”
You look at him dumbfounded before facepalming. “What does 1 less call change? normal person only calls five to ten times and that us if it’s emergency”
He pouted while rubbing your baby bump gently. “But you know I’m not normal‚ I love you so much I can twerk in the middle of Las vegas if you asked me too.”
He leaned down to kiss you baby bump before continuing, “One less call is still improvment”
You sigh, deciding not to argue before he tore off his shirt like a madman, making it seem like he’s the one pregnant with all that hidden sulk.
You both sat quietly when he spoke again. “And wifey. A woman tried touching me earlier, but I pulled my peper spray and sprayed it in her face while yelling ‘MA'AM, NO MA’AM... I HAVE A WIFE!’ hehe”
You look at him disbelief written in your face. He did what?
A few minutes later, he sat there after eating all your scolding. He fidget and peeked from the corner of his eyes.
“Come and feel my bump” you finally said.
That sentence was enough to bring back his wide smile. He quickly rests his hand on your baby bump while chattering. “I drink coffee earlier, so I can be alive all night and...”
You glare before he can even finish his word. He zipped his mouth tightly and focused on feeling your bump. “Alive all night to guard your baby bump, I mean” He reasoned out poorly.
You two chatter and watch the setting sun, Kiel occasionally getting a smack or pinch for his runny mouth.
A few minutes later, he leaned down to kiss the baby bump, but then the baby kicked from inside of your stomach. You blink before smiling happily, seeing your baby’s first kick.
You look at Kiel expecting him to have the same reaction, but all you saw is his teary eyes, already runny nose, and he’s looking at your baby bump as if it offend him. “What’s the matter? that’s our baby’s first kick”
He sniffed and stood up, ready to fight whoever he had a beef with. “That... that gremlin kicked you... hic”
He sniffles again, pointing at your bump. You blink dumbfounded again by his antics,
“Kiel, calm down. This is normal. You should be happy”
But he’s not having it. “The baby hurt your stomach... hic... it kicked... hic... I never hurt you once... hic... the baby should learn from me”
He kneeled in front of the bench and hugged your bump, kissing the spot your infant kicked while he murmur, “I’ll scold you once you come out. Hurting Mama is bad. No more kicking... hic... or she’ll be hurt”
You hid a smile as you stroke his hair just to calm him down. “The baby can’t understand that yet, and I’m not hurt, so stop crying now”
He sniffles before burying his face to your side gently. “Are you sure? should I bring you to the hospital? should I call the healer? can you put the baby to my belly instead?”
You sigh, “Kiel”
He stopped, but not before he said, “Fine. But I’ll remember this... hic... and scolding our baby when it comes out... I love you... hic”