
The sun is higher. Snow sat at the head of the bed with a pillow on his lap and the blanket covered the legs to the groin. His eyes glared sharply at the presence sitting on his bedside, forcing him to open his mouth and chew on the gruel he was sucking.
For a moment, Snow felt treasured for Winter's attention. He even held a burst of happiness in his chest when Winter who had been wearing a neat shirt, had changed with a home shirt that seemed relaxed and knee-length shorts. But never reduce the level of good looks at the age of 33 years.
“Already. I'm nauseous.”
“You didn't hear what Dr. Robert said? Your stomach is in trouble, and you should set your diet as recommended by Dr. Robert earlier.” Winter cerocos. Then the phone vibrated. Winter glanced at Snow who was also paying attention. “Joana, the receptionist you provided yesterday.”
Snow suddenly calms down when he finds out Winter is Joana, not Amora.
“Iya, Jo. I'm absent today. Tell Amora to postpone all my schedule for today and tomorrow.”
Tomorrow then? He was planning to accompany me home for two days?
Snow stared straight at Winter who was still talking to the receptionist across the street.
“Iya. I'm not well.”
...***...
This day, Snow had to wrestle with the discomfort of Winter's presence at home. It felt a little strange to find Winter accompanying her. But it seems even stranger if she feels okay.
In addition to trying to enjoy time together, today they have one thing to do both. Earlier this morning, in addition to checking the situation with common complaints complained by most patients with gastric disorders, Robert's doctor also advised the two of them to visit the obstetrician.
Although Snow and Winter had rejected and denied the complaint that was allegedly as a complaint of people who were two-bodied, he said, eventually Winter decides to make an appointment with one of Robert's recommended obstetricians, then takes Snow to the private hospital with mixed feelings.
One side of him was so enthusiastic and hoped much if Snow would actually give a child to him. One side rebelled against. The age of their marriage is still said to be the age of corn, ah, no, still in the category of days. It is impossible that Snow has been pregnant for only a short time and the relationship that is done is also not intense.
But one thing Winter didn't know. He hooked Snow when the girl was in fertile times.
“When was the last time you came the month, mistress Snow?” ask Anne, trying to draw a conclusion.
”About half a month ago, doctor.”
Just deserve.
Doctor Anne smiled meaningfully, making the Winter who saw her even more pounding. Is it true that Dr. Robert's guess?
“Still not seen. Try to come back later if Lady Snow next month does not find mens, yes?” the middle-aged doctor sat in his chair, writing something on a paper containing recapitulation information about Snow's health. “Or, mistress and master can do self test first at home. Later if not sure about the results can contact me or come back here again.”
Snow, who had just stepped off the bench, sat down next to Winter and listened to Anne's doctor's solution.
Snow's pale face looked increasingly deathly. He had no idea it would happen this fast. Did God intentionally give all this to him? So that he and Winter can inspect each other?
“I prescribe vitamins first, then drink routine huh?” dr. Anne said as she pushed the unreadable piece of prescription paper straight forward toward Winter and Snow. “May there really be yes.”
Snow smiled bitterly. Not ungrateful, but only a matter of time, which of course is not in the right circumstances.
...***...
Along the way home accompanied by the boisterous atmosphere of the highway, Snow and Winter were only themed in silence. They were both busy with their own thoughts, and certainly did not expect the possibility of the presence of a new life candidate in Snow.
“Sorry.” said Winter softly, opening his voice to break the silence. “I never expected it would happen this fast.” There was a happy twinkle that Snow could catch on Winter's face. Seeing that, Snow's bead started to fog.
“Maybe things wouldn't be like this if I could refrain from touching you.”
Snow's self-esteem is hurt. He turned a furious face with a sharp glare. “You're sorry? About the possibility if I was pregnant?”
“Not so. I didn't mean to talk like that.” Winter denies what snow thinks is not true. “Even I wish if you really were pregnant with my son. I'm glad I'm not a bitch, Snow. I can't wait for the news of his presence next month.”
Can Snow fantasize that Winter will love him so much? Snow did not want to be injured any further, but his heart always refused if his body asked to retreat.
“I will be the first person who is very happy and proud of me who can present an adorable little human figure in you.” Winter said impassively. “That's the sign, we're both great people. Right?” his claws while glancing flirtatiously towards Snow.
There was a hint of happiness that scored a hue on Snow's face. Winter always manages to make her cheeks blush naturally.
“From now on, I will try to always be there for you.”
Snow was at a loss for words. His throat feels dry because of the sweet words from Winter.
“Although later, I will be out of town for four days. I will always tell you and ask you. We must keep in touch.”
The sentence was responded to with a nod by Snow, despite some questions such as 'is he sincerely doing this?' always flashing and making his heart and mind runyam. []
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