027

JEON

What the fuck—

She stumbles to the bathroom—fast.

I freeze.

Then—loud gags. Heaving. Sounds of her vomiting behind porcelain.

"Ahg- ahg.."

Gagging, coughing— The sound fills the room. 

"Aha- Ahg! Ah-!"

My feet won’t move—Like I’ve been rooted into the spot.

I turn—follow the sounds slowly.I stop at the doorframe.

There she is—knees on the floor, body hunched over the toilet, trembling as another wave hits. Her hair falls forward like a curtain, messy- wild. One hand grips the seat, the other clenched in a fist against her stomach.

Gag… cough… retch.

My chest tightens.

I want to go to her.Want to pull her hair back.Want to hold her—But my feet can’t move.

She’s so small like this. So broken.

"Y/N—" My voice comes out low—rough.

She doesn’t look at me. Just gasps for breath between dry heaves— sweat clinging to her temples, face pale, body shaking.

The maids hover behind me—

"Leave" I snap without looking.

They scatter instantly—the door shuts with a soft click behind them—

Silence now—except for her broken coughs, the drip of water from the tap…

I stay rooted in place, watching every shudder rack through her body…

I clench my fists.

Then a weak groan slips from her lips as she leans back against the wall, pale, trembling—eyes closed, sweat on her brow.

My throat tightens.

"Agh—agh"

Again she hunch over the toilet, body convulsing—hair falling messily over her face— she gags again and again. Each heave raw, painful—

I want to go to her, do something—i dont know what—Something I don’t want to name. But my feet won’t move.

Then she sags backward onto the tiles, exhausted—panting— tears streaming down her closed eyes that haven't stopped since earlier in bed...

Her fingers tremble where they press into cold tile—

How could i touch her? she hates me- so I just… stand here. Watching Helplessly.

Then she gags again—violent, raw—and curls over the toilet like her body wants to tear itself apart.

I slowly reach forward- touch her arm— "Don't... don't touch me," she hisses.

I freeze—pull my hand back— Then she gags again—body jerking over the bowl—I gulp, stand like a statue—She hates me.

But seeing her like this—broken, shaking, on the cold bathroom floor—it tears something in me, I didn’t know was sealed shut.

Is she sick?Is she really not okay?

Is it because of me?

No—no, it can’t be me.

I gave her everything!

The house. The safety. Lucas. me protecting her every damn second—

But still…

She finally stops retching— her breath comes in shattered gasps—I move without thinking, hand reaching toward her arm…

“Don’t” She jerks away before I can make contact, her voice trembling with venom and exhaustion.

My chest tightens— I pull back silently and stand behind her.

After a long silence… she pushes up weakly from the floor, unsteady on her feet. Legs wobbling as she stumbles toward the sink. Dizzy—pale as moonlight—I instinctively step forward—She stumbles— my hand twitch toward her waist—but she pulls back again fast, recoiling from me like my touch burns more like acid.

She stumbles past me to the sink and turns on the tap. Water splashes violently, she splashes her face under it again and again, gasping between breaths.

Then Slowly lifts her head…

Water drips down her chin.Her eyes meet mine in the mirror—dark circles carved beneath them… so tired… so hollow…Lips chapped...Shoulders sunken…Hands shaking ever so slightly at rest…Its not just exhaustion.Not just anger. But hatred.

Our eyes lock across. Her eyes firm—“why you’re still here?” Her voice hoarse- shaky—"Why huh why?" She snaps "Just go! Leave!"

I grit my teeth—her this attitude makes me want to throw her over my knees and punish that defiance out of—i freeze—

Everything stills.

Breath stop in lungs.

Is this what I’m thinking?

Fuck—

No. No—it can’t be.

I swallow—

She frowns “What?—You gonna yell again? Or just stand there like a creep?” she spats.

My heart pounds faster. Words stuck in my throat, i can't say anything— only stare at her standing, dripping wet, cheeks flushed from throwing up, body shaking.

The air thickens.

No, it can’t be happening—

I gulp—she looks weak, exhausted, eyes tired—I hurry toward the cabinet—Open it—stuff falling to the floor—I search through it.

Fuck— where they are?

Searching.

Can't find them.Where are they— I've placed them here only—fuck - i search frantically, fumbling.

I grab the things and brush along the way—

She stands there, watching from the corner—probably thinks I’m crazy.

Yes i am.

Fuck—I open the other drawers—Where is it? the damn thing—There.

Pink wrapping.

I snatch them out..

The objects feel heavy in my palm—I take deep breaths and turn to her—the weight thrilling terrifying in my palm.

She's frowning at me- her eyes drop to my palm—her face pale, eyes widen at the things—She steps back against the wall—

"Wh..what are they?" She whispers.

I gulp "Take...take off your clothes now"

Her breath hitches "No!—No no—"

She turns to the door—but I grab her by waist—She gasps, my chest to her back, pinning her against me."Don't move"

She struggles "N-no—no—"

I hold her waist tightly—her heart drumming.I won’t let her go. I can’t letting her ruin this.

"AGHHHH— LEAVE ME, LEAVE ME YOU BASTARD" She screams, struggling against me.

I tear the packets with teeth, placing the kits on the counter— and pull her panties down to her thigh.her leg smooth against mine, skin damp with sweat—

"STOP, STOP, FUCK YOU PERVERT" She sobs , trying to break free.

I spread her legs with my knee—place the cup against her clit.  "Pee—pee here come on"

"NO—STOP! STOP—"

I hold her firm- "I SAID PEE IN THIS; In the cup— now"

"NO, NO—YOU FREAK!"

I place the cup on the counter—Then press on her clit harder—

"AGH—!" she bucks, body jerking—I hold her firm, and presses down on the bundle of nerves, circling slow, relentless.

"N-no—please... stop..." Her voice cracks with tears.

I nuzzle in her neck—breathing that sweat-milky scent. My thumb rolls over her clit again and again. Firm.

The soft bud swells under my touch...

"AGH! FUCK—STOP IT!" She bucks hard against me, trying to push away—I roll my thumb over that soft bundle—she jolts.

"AGGH! STOP! STOP PLEASE—" Tears spill down her cheeks—

But I don’t stop. I can't stop.I have to confirm it, I pinch her clit "Pee now."

My fingers moving—rubbing firm circles.She sobs.I pinch gently.Testing.Teasing.

Her legs tremble. She tries to squeeze her legs shut—but my knee holds strong between them.The soft tissue stretches under my thumb— moisture starts to bead at the very top...

"P-please… don’t…" she whimpers. I press harder, rubbing in tight circles Keep pressing.Not stopping until the cup fills just enough—

I press harder—rubbing firm, relentless circles over her clit. The bundle swells, sensitive ,warm—i drag my thumb slow through the slickness building there.

Her thighs tremble. She’s soaked now—not just from sweat—from something deeper.

Something telling.

I roll my thumb again—slow then sharp— she gasps. whimpering—uncontrollably.

I kiss her neck, rubbing her—furiously. I have to confirm— i rub harder.

"Please, sto-p" she pleads, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I holds her tight, the soft bud twitchs-

"Aaggh stop please-" she cries loudly

"pee...fuck... pee now"  I rub more , hardly down.

"AAGHHH—"

Then—a drop hits my palm.Then another.The warm stream starts faintly— I shove the cup against her clit—

She's crying, trembling violently.

The warm gush pours out steadily—filling the cup fast.

She whimpers—loud, broken—

I glance down, The stream flows from her clit, filling the cup heavily. Steady trickles coming in rush. Her legs tremble violently against mine—

Her head lolls back on my shoulder—numb.Weak.Defeated.

Her breaths come fast, shallow against my neck. Sweat on her brow mixes with silent tears rolling sideways down her cheeks. Her eyes close, not struggling not speaking—just panting as the last drips into the cup…

And still—I don’t let go.

I can’t.

Not after this.

Not when this little plastic cup holds something bigger for both of us—

Something that could break me…

Or bind her to me forever.

Finally… the stream slows.Then stops.

Silence falls heavy in the bathroom—the only sound our breathing tangled together: hers ragged, mine controlled but just as unsteady underneath...

I close my eyes for a second—

then lift the filled cup slowly from between her legs, holding it carefully like something sacred, something dangerous, something mine?

I place it carefully on the counter— my pulse roaring.

I turn her around—she slumps against my chest instantly, eyes shut. Body Weak. Drained. Passed out from the fight, the shame, the overwhelming weight of it all.

I hold her with one arm around her waist and drag her soaked panties down slowly—past her thighs… it drops to the floor without a sound.

I take a breath— and pull out four pregnancy test kits from their wrappers. Line them up on the sink.One by one—I pour a small stream of urine into each well…

The liquid soaks in…

And then… silence.

Just us.

The faint beep of time ticking.My heart slamming against my ribs like it wants out.

Each test takes its sweet damn time—

Seconds stretch like hours—

And there she lies in my arms,bare, unconscious, vulnerable...

And me?

Standing over these tiny sticks like they hold the power to burn down my kingdoms or build empires from ash.

Silence stretches—

I look down at her—breathing soft and steady, eyes closed— face pale but peaceful against my chest. Her lips slightly parted… so close…

I kiss them.

My heart hammers in ribs like it's trying to break free. Behind me, the tests sit on the sink—still waiting.

Those damn kits taking too long... why? Why does this take time?

The wait is almost unbearable.

I scoop her up gently and carry her back to the bedroom.

Lucas babbles happily on the bed as we enter, tiny hands slapping on his blanket with joy when he sees her. His little eyes bright like she’s sunrise herself— He loves her more than me now? Not me—the man who gave him life. But her, who gives him milk and warmth and endless soft words when I offer silence and orders...

I set her gently on the sheets—and before I even pull back, Lucas wriggles fast across the mattress, reaching for her— snuggling into her side, tiny fingers clutching her shirt— nuzzling into her chest where he always finds comfort…

Where milk flows because of me. For him. But given freely by her…

Burning curls low in my gut—but i crush it down.

This isn’t about me right now.

It never was.

I step back slowly, watching them together, the two people tied most deeply to my blood…

My son…My wife…The woman whose urine might hold a truth that gonna changes everything...

I kneel beside the bed,  pat Lucas's head—he looks up at me with those wide, innocent eyes.

"You want your baby brothers and sisters, champ?" I ask.

He frowns for a moment, then his face breaks into a grin. Two little bunny teeth poking out. Just like mine.

"You want them, huh?" I ask.

He's grinning, Maybe he understands what im trying to say. "ummmbaag-nuubs-affj-jjj"... he blabbers nonsense —but the gleam in his eyes says yes. He's too damn cute.

His baby brothers and sisters.

I sigh, tucking him into the soft blankets beside her. He yawns, snuggling closer to her—

"Lay here… watch her"

His big doe eyes staring at me—the same eyes as his mother when she died…

But more softer.Warmer.Because of her.

I sigh—caress his cheeks— "Daddy will get you as many little brothers and sisters as you want."

He yawns big—his little eyes blinking sleepily at me from the curve of her breast.

I stand beside the bed, watching them.

Him curled up, one tiny hand resting on her chest, the other curled around her hair like he can never let go.

Her face smooth, still passed out—

I walk back to the bathroom—Heart pounding loud in my ears.

The four kits sit on the counter, quiet, innocent-looking. I lean closer, my heart sinks—

All of them— Every single one is—Positive.

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