Ye Jun
Si Woo drove like a grandpa on sedatives, eyes glued to the road, barely going over thirty even on the empty stretch.
I shifted again, trying to find a spot where my back didn't scream. The gown had left this weird crease on my skin and I could still feel the paper crinkling under my ass from the exam table. "That doctor was way too into it," I muttered, not even looking at Si Woo. "Smiling like he won the lottery just because my heartbeat was strong. And the way he leaned in? Come on."
Si Woo didn't say anything right away. He just had this little twitch at the corner of his mouth like he was trying not to look smug. I hated that twitch.
We stopped at a light and I poked my belly harder than I meant to. The baby kicked back like he was telling me to chill. "Stop looking so smug," I snapped finally, turning to glare at him. "He was just being professional. That's his job. Making patients feel supported or whatever bullshit they teach them in doctor school."
