Si woo
I woke up the next morning with Ye Jun already complaining before I even opened my eyes. He shoved my hand off his bump and rolled away as much as his body let him, which wasn't far because his belly had gotten big enough to make everything a whole production. "Your dick ruined my life," he muttered into the pillow, voice all scratchy from sleep and leftover grumpiness. "I can still feel where you hammered me yesterday. Everything hurts and it's your fault."
I blinked at the ceiling for a second, trying to wake up properly. My hand wanted to reach for him again out of habit but I stopped myself. Pelvic rest. Right. That stupid phrase the doctor dropped like a bomb. "Morning to you too, mama. Baby still kicking?"
