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."

Si Woo let out a short laugh, eyes still on the road. "Professional? He offered to talk you through it personally while you were half naked on that table. I was right there and he still said it like he wanted to give a live demonstration."

"He did not," I shot back, even though my face was already burning. My thighs pressed together without me telling them to. "You’re just jealous because someone else noticed I still look good even like this. Pregnant and leaking and everything. God, this car seat is killing my ass."

"Leaking because of what we did yesterday," he said under his breath, but I heard it loud and clear.

I slapped his arm. "Don’t even start. You’re the one who couldn’t keep it in your pants and now I’m the one stuck on pelvic rest while you drive like my grandma. Faster, Si Woo. I want to get home before I combust."

He sped up a tiny bit, but not enough. The silence got thick after that, the charged kind where we both knew exactly what the other was thinking. I kept shifting, rubbing my hand over the bump, feeling the baby move around like he could sense how worked up I was. By the time we pulled into the parking spot I was already half hard and pissed off about it.

Inside the apartment I kicked off my shoes and headed straight for the couch, flopping down with a groan. Everything hurt in that dull pregnant way that never quite went away. Si Woo locked the door and stood there watching me, arms crossed.

"What?" I said, tugging my shirt up so I could scratch at the dried gel. "You gonna stare all day or actually do something useful?"

"You’ve been squirming since we left the hospital," he said, coming closer. "Doctor got you that worked up with his little speech?"

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. "Please. He was just listing options. Mutual masturbation, oral, side-lying, blah blah. Not like I’m planning to call him up for a tutorial." Even as I said it my voice came out rougher than I wanted. The words hung there and my dick twitched like the traitor it was. "Not that I want to try any of that right now. I’m tired."

Si Woo sat on the coffee table right in front of me, knees brushing mine. "You sure? Because you keep bringing it up."

"I’m not bringing it up. You are." I pushed at his knee with my foot but didn’t really shove him away. My hand stayed on my bump, rubbing slow circles. The baby kicked again, stronger this time. "Everything’s just... too much. My back, my tits, this constant feeling like I need to be full and I can’t. And then that doctor talks about safe ways like it’s no big deal while I’m lying there in a gown that shows my ass. It’s annoying."

Si Woo’s hand landed on my thigh, warm and steady. "Then let’s do something about it. Safely. Like he said."

I laughed, short and sarcastic. "Oh now you want to follow doctor’s orders? After you almost broke me yesterday?" But I was already spreading my legs a little, letting his hand slide higher. "Fine. But if you push inside even a little I swear I’ll scream."

We tried on the couch first. I turned on my side, back to him, and he pressed up close without putting weight on my belly. His hand wrapped around me and started slow, too slow, and I groaned and pushed back against him. "Faster. Not like I’m made of glass."

"You’re the one who cried about the blood," he muttered against my neck, breath hot.

I reached back and grabbed his wrist, guiding him. "Shut up and do it right. God, I miss your cock. This hand shit is pathetic."

He sped up and it felt good for about thirty seconds until my lower back twinged hard. I hissed and jerked away. "Fuck. Not that angle. My spine is killing me."

We moved to the bed after that, me directing traffic like an angry flight attendant. Pillows everywhere, me on my side again, him behind me but not too close. His fingers worked me open on the outside only, no pushing in, and I was panting and cursing and telling him exactly how I wanted it. For a minute it built nice and hot, my eyes squeezing shut, dirty words spilling out about how I wanted him to wreck me once this stupid rest was over.

Then the baby shifted and something pulled wrong in my gut. Not pain exactly, just this uncomfortable pressure that killed the mood dead. I shoved his hand away and rolled onto my back, breathing hard. "This is useless. I can’t even get off without my body throwing a tantrum."

Si Woo looked frustrated too, hard in his shorts, jaw tight. "You were close. We can keep going slow."

"No. Forget it." I rubbed my eyes, feeling that familiar sting behind them. "I feel gross. Empty. My tits hurt, my ass still aches from yesterday, and nothing works right. This baby is probably already embarrassed of us."

He tried to pull me closer but I shrugged him off. We argued about lunch after that. I wanted something spicy but he made plain rice and chicken like I was on some hospital diet. I picked at it on the couch while he hovered.

"You need to eat more," he said.

"I need to get fucked properly," I shot back. "But since that’s off the table thanks to you, I’ll settle for food that doesn’t taste like cardboard."

The afternoon dragged. I kept starting shit. Little comments about the doctor, about how at least someone still found me charming. Si Woo’s face got tighter every time. By evening we were both snapping at each other over nothing. I tried one more time in the bedroom, palming him through his shorts while complaining the whole time.

"Look at this stupid thing still hard for me even after everything," I said, squeezing. "You don’t even deserve it."

Si Woo groaned but then pulled my hand away when I shifted wrong again. "Ye Jun, stop. You’re going to hurt yourself."

"I’m fine," I lied, reaching for him again.

He sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Get a grip of yourself. You’re acting like you’ll die if you don’t come in the next five minutes. This isn’t normal."

That hit a nerve. I sat up too fast and winced. "Not normal? I’m pregnant with your kid, everything hurts, I’m horny all the time because of these stupid hormones, and you’re telling me to get a grip? Maybe if you hadn’t knocked me up I wouldn’t be like this."

Si Woo stood up, pacing a couple steps before turning back. His voice got low and mean in that way he only did when he was really pissed. "You used to whore around so much before we got serious. How do I even know this baby is mine? Could be anyone’s with the way you were going, could be that guy Ohm. "

The words landed like a slap. I stared at him, chest tight, tears pricking hot behind my eyes before I could stop them. My hand went straight to my bump like I could shield the baby from hearing that shit. Everything inside me flipped from horny frustration to pure anger mixed with this deep sad ache that made my throat close up.

I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to cry until I couldn’t breathe. Instead I just sat there shaking, glaring at him while my eyes filled up. The room felt too quiet after all the yelling and bickering, nothing but my ragged breathing and the distant sound of traffic outside.

The baby kicked hard right then, like he was mad too, and that only made it worse.