Chapter 133. Ready To Be Parents (5)

Translator: Lili

Weekly Chapter 1/6

“Ugh, I’m so tired.”

The words came unbidden as soon as Gyuha collapsed onto the bed. After squeezing in a movie and dinner outside, it was already past 8 p.m. The unusually active day left him with a pulling sensation in his lower abdomen. Rubbing his belly, he felt a strange but familiar sense of progress. With Surprise growing steadily, his belly was also gradually becoming more pronounced.

Men, with their denser musculature, typically didn’t show as much as women during pregnancy. Still, this was only a relative difference—not an absolute one. Loose hoodies or oversized clothes concealed it well, but when undressed for a shower or lying in bed as he was now, the evidence was undeniable.

The soft click of the bathroom door opening drew his attention. Lee Chayoung stepped out, exuding the fresh scent of cologne, and climbed onto the bed. Without fail, his first action was to retrieve the bottle of massage oil from the bedside drawer. As Gyuha made himself comfortable, Chayoung began massaging his calves with large, warm hands.

Meanwhile, Gyuha’s gaze remained fixed on the TV. A quiz show played, and he chuckled at the absurdity of some of the contestants’ answers. Immersed in the program, he belatedly realized something unusual. While watching TV, he had absentmindedly leaned back into Chayoung’s chest, settling into a back hug.

Instead of pulling away, he shifted to find a more comfortable position. Despite the muscular frame he leaned against, it wasn’t uncomfortable at all—firm yet warm, like a chair that offered just the right support. Even the careful hand caressing his belly was something he had grown accustomed to.

The hand ventured further, slipping under his pajama top to touch bare skin. What began as a gentle caress around his navel gradually moved upward, brushing his chest. With a teasing flick of his thumb over a nipple, Chayoung asked, curiosity laced with amusement,

“When do you think the milk will come in?”

“What kind of gross question is that?”

“Gross? We’re having a baby. It’s a natural thing to wonder about.”

“Thinking about it is gross. And why are you even curious about someone else’s…—ah, whatever! Just stop.”

“It’s your body, so of course I care.”

Though the words might have sounded hurtful, Chayoung didn’t mind at all. He knew Gyuha well enough to understand that his brusqueness was a way to mask embarrassment or shyness.

Chayoung leaned in, planting soft kisses on the exposed nape of Gyuha’s neck. Turning his head slightly, their lips met. Without hesitation, their mouths opened, tongues entwining in a deep kiss. As their tongues moved together, the intensity grew. At one point, Gyuha’s arm encircled Chayoung’s neck, reciprocating with equal fervor.

“Chup… haah…”

The sticky sound and the low moans heightened the tension between them. While kissing passionately, they shifted positions until Gyuha found himself lying flat on the bed with Chayoung above him. Supporting his upper body with his elbow to avoid putting pressure on Gyuha’s belly, Chayoung stroked his ear lobe and asked in a low, husky voice.

“Shall we?”

“…Why even ask? It’s not like it’s our first time.”

Gyuha pulled Chayoung down for another kiss. This time, it was shorter. Straightening up, Chayoung quickly took off his black t-shirt, worn as makeshift pajamas, before helping Gyuha out of his clothes.

“Are you cold?”

“No.”

Though his skin prickled slightly at first exposure, Gyuha wasn’t cold. He knew from experience that their bodies would quickly heat up, and by the end, they would be drenched in sweat.

Chayoung resumed, his lips tracing a path downward from Gyuha’s ear to his chest. His mouth latched onto one nipple, swirling his tongue and sucking firmly. Each deliberate movement elicited a shudder from Gyuha, who unconsciously arched his hips.

During a recent hospital visit, the doctor had reassured them that they were now in a stable phase of pregnancy. On the way out, Chayoung had returned to the consultation room alone to discreetly ask if sexual activity was permissible. The doctor’s reply—”as long as it’s not too intense”—had him grinning ear to ear.