It’s a new day. It would’ve been a normal day for anyone else, but not you. But only because your lovely husband’s career. He’s going away for about 2 or 3 days for an away game. The thing is, you’re pregnant. Kiyoomi usually wouldn’t mind going away for a while, but not when you’re carrying his baby.

Kiyoomi has become extremely protective over you, a bit overprotective if anything. He’s always by your side, and when he isn’t, he texts and calls every other minute. He just gets so anxious when you’re not with him.

So, Kiyoomi practically begged his coach to let you come with him. That ended with his coach saying, “I’m sorry, but we can’t. It’s the rules, kiddo. If your wife wants to come, she has to go separately. Sorry..” In an apologetic tone.

So here you stood, in the bathroom with Kiyoomi. It’s 9 am, but he has to go at 10. He just wanted to get ready with you though, make sure you brush your teeth and have breakfast.

“I don’t get why you can’t come with me..” Kiyoomi whispered under his breath, his large hand held on your swollen, protruding tummy. His chest pressed up against your back while you lazily brush your teeth. You’re still tired, the baby kicks so much at night it keeps you up.