His Purpose
89. Pregnancies

Mary opened her eyes slowly. The first thing he saw was Gibran's fresh face which seemed to have been washed out. The man's smile grew small, his fingers stretched out gently rubbing Mary's slightly greasy nose.

"Morning, Sunshine."

Maria squirms in response to Gibran's touch. It seems to be morning. To make him happy, Gibran does not wear formal clothes as usual, but a sweater that makes it look casual.

That means Gibran's home today, right?

"Morn ..." Mary frowned as she looked behind Gibran. "Who?"

Gibran followed Mary's line of sight, "Doctor Harla."

The middle-aged woman lowered her head full of smiles, "Good morning, Madam. I'm here to check on you."

Mary's wrinkle deepened, "Check? What do you want checked? I don't feel sick."

Amidst the confusion Maria hurriedly lowered her head to inspect her clothes. Last night he was naked on the verge of making love to Gibran, although it did not continue because the man suddenly stopped on the grounds that they could not do it. I don't know because of what. Though Mary had long missed Gibran, including the union they often did.

Even so Gibran still satisfied him in other ways. The man's playful hands and tongue exhausted him enough to fall asleep, ignoring the fact that Gibran might be in pain to hold his own will. Who told you not to continue.

"We have to make sure of something, Sugarplum." That's Gibran's voice.

"Something? Do I have a serious illness? Is it very dangerous?" maria asked in panic.

Gibran sighed looking patiently at Maria. His hand pulled out Mary's messy hair. "none. It's just a regular checkup. You calm down."

"That's it," murmured Maria. "By the way, did Koko put this shirt on?" point it at the dress she wore last night.

Gibran seemed to be scratching his forehead, his eyes slightly glancing at Doctor Harla who was poking a smile at his place.

"Hm" said Gibran with a faint smile.

"Please, Doctor."

Doctor Harla approached, Gibran then stood up to let the woman do an examination of Maria. Questions were asked and Mary answered in confusion. The reason, which is asked in the form of menstrual dates and when the last time to have sex, is also some other things related to sensitive matters.

The woman also checked her blood pressure to Maria's breasts. Shame on the owner because his body was covered in a red rash by Gibran last night.

"Have you tried a pregnancy test?" asked Dr. Harla who inevitably made Maria swallow.

It is not that he does not understand where this examination leads. Since then he just kept quiet with a bad feeling. Mary looked up for a moment, looking at Gibran standing right beside the bed.

The man looked calm. Suddenly Mary wondered what Gibran was thinking. Why did the man suddenly bring in an obstetrician.

"Not yet." It was not Mary who answered, but Gibran.

Doctor Harla smiled understandably, "Have you been having nausea lately?"

Maria nodded while thinking. "Let's go, I feel fine. Only when you smell certain smells. I think my smell is pretty sensitive right now."

"Your appetite is normal?"

Maria nodded. He went on hunger strike when he missed Gibran. But his appetite is not at all disturbed, even Maria felt his weight slightly increased because lately he quite often eat high-calorie snacks.

"Do you often feel dizzy? Or do you feel your endurance decreases suddenly and quickly tired?"

Mary's lips curled slightly as she remembered.

But suddenly Gibran interjected, "In fact he became much more active than usual, Doc. Just when I was about to sleep felt tired. Her mood also changes frequently."

Mary looked quickly. His eyes narrowed at Gibran suspiciously. Why would that man know? May not while away Maria be watched?

No wonder, anyway. Gibran always knew whatever Maria was doing at home.

Doctor Harla chuckles amusedly. "It can be ascertained that this is the influence of hormones. Madam's mood was erratic."

"By the way, when was the last time you menstruated?"

Curious Maria suddenly lost her modesty, she took a look to find out what Gibran was trying to tell Doctor Harla. And at that time Maria was stunned to see a special application in the form of a very familiar calendar. It is clearly recorded when she last menstruated.

Apparently not only Maria, Doctor Harla was made stunned for a moment, as if he could not believe that what he was holding was Gibran's cellphone.

"That's my wife's monthly guest record."

Without explaining, everyone knows. But, did Gibran seriously keep an app like this just to record Maria's menstrual date?

Doctor Harla chuckled awkwardly, "Alright, from here I can conclude that Madam is indeed two-bodied. But, for more details we testpack first, huh? After that, we went to the hospital for further examination. How's it?"

Maria did not answer. He flinch with his perfect body. Doctor Harla's voice seemed to blur so much that her focus digested the woman's words just now.

What do you say, two-body? Mean pregnant?

"Plums?"

"Plums?"

Gibran called several times. Maria flinched then looked up, "Huh?"

The man gestured for Mary to bow down, at the long little flat object outstretched in Gibran's hand. The testpack.

"Try, yeah?"

Maria stared doubtfully, "I ... am I really pregnant?"

Gibran smiled slightly, "Then try first, so we can know."

***

"This ..." Mary stared in disbelief at the thing in her hand.

He doesn't know what to say. Line two there is enough to explain everything. Maria fell silent as Gibran carried her in an embrace. The man kissed Maria's head in tears. His arms were tightly coiled, then down touched Mary's belly which still looked flat, rubbing quietly there, full of feeling.

"You're pregnant, honey. We're gonna have a kid." Gibran chuckled haru. He did not stop kissing and inhaling Mary's hair that was still fragrant even though it had not been rinsed.

Suddenly Maria asked, "Coko happy?"

"Of course I'm happy. What else is it?"

Gibran's movements stopped, he looked down at Mary sitting below him. Gibran's standing position made him not very clearly see the expression of the wife.

"What's wrong? You're not happy?"

Maria looked up, then Gibran could see the unrest in his empty gaze.

"Group ..."

"Eitherway. I ... I just wasn't ready. I ... I'm afraid .. hiks ..."

Gibran. "What?"

There was a bit of disappointment when Maria said that. "What are you afraid of? You have a husband. You won't live it alone. I'm there to stand by."

"Not that. I think .. I had a bad experience of pregnancy. I don't know, I don't understand. But suddenly my heart felt pain. It's very uncomfortable ..." Maria sobs.

While Gibran, the man was successfully made to flinch by Maria's statement. Does this have anything to do with their past? Could this be the feeling that arises from the subconscious of Mary?

If yes, what should he do?

Gibran tightened his arms, leaning Mary's head back against his belly. "All will be well" he whispered.

I promise to keep you to death.