Chapter 48 Plan II

"Cause I don't ever want to close my eyes ~ without yo—"
"You stop! You're so noisy!" I shouted then threw the pillow that he immediately caught.
Laughing it rotated the swivel chair where he was sitting not far away from me. "Why? I'm just singing, you're asleep again. I feel broke like I'm half of a whole ~ without you, I got no hand to hold ..." he continued the song with his back to me.
He was just busy with the work he was doing. I don't know if I'll be happy because he just works from home, he just leaves every Saturday and week, to visit his site. I want to leave the house just in case it's forbidden. I just stared out the window as it became even more dim because of the heavy rain accompanied by Zeke's voice. Sad song huh. My favorite ringtone that I don't seem to want to use anymore.
I voluntarily got up and left the room, holding my big belly and it was almost the first every time I walked. One of my hands was on my hip because of the slight pain I felt, the other was on my womb, it was numb. I just drank some water and then sat on the sofa. Raise the foot like I often do. My eyes caught the photo of my siblings, I couldn't help but worry about one of my siblings, with whom I could barely even speak. It was still raining, I knew she was even sadder.
The house is so quiet, we are the only people and sometimes he makes the way for me to have fun. This is exactly what I used to do in my house, so I'm used to this life. Later I heard the voice of another as well as its loud descent down the stairs. He was only wearing a boxer so I could almost see his hammer. He nodded and then turned to the kitchen.
"Niks," it calls to me.
"Why?" I asked as I turned down the volume of the tv to hear him.
"I love you," he echoed as he said that I just smirked because I already knew what he was going to do next. To sing its dream wedding song.
Some time later I felt it sitting next to me, and him dropping a milk and coffee. It quickly kissed my forehead then left again. I was so hungry that I glanced at the coffee but it was forbidden, I forced myself to hold the cup with milk and look away from the coffee. It sat down next to me again and laid down my snack.
"It'll take you a while to give birth," he complained, staring at my stomach.
"What is it to you?"
"Of course, you know," he whispered, obviously moaning again.
"Pervert."
"You're saying? I want to lift our baby, this, what are you thinking. You seem to like it," he said laughing and then sipped his coffee. Annoyed I stared at it while busy chewing.
"Which one do you want?" I asked as he sneered.
"Hmm! M-Maru, ohhhh!—"
"Shut up! You idiot!" I slapped him and then grabbed his arm.
It was ridiculous to look at me. My skin would almost heat up and blush because of what he did. We just quietly watched movies. Since it was about to get dark it decided to cook while I was folding the buns. Some time later I deliberately stopped because of the weak movement of my womb, as if I had seen a ghost because of the slight stiffness of my body and movement of my stomach.
"Z-Zeke!" I shouted but the man was unlikely to hear me because he was downstairshe.
It is impossible for me to give birth now, I am only eight months pregnant. Not possible now. I slowly stood up and touched my stomach, nervously caressing it at the same time as it moved again, I don't know if I will be happy or scared because I have only just experienced it.
"Zek—"
"Annina? Eat n— are you okay?" its wrinkled question that quickly went to my side.
"H-He's moving Zeke," I said softly as she widened her eyes.
"A-Are you going to give birth? Wait, I'll get ready—"
"Not yet! He's just moving, calm down," I said annoyed.
My nervousness disappeared when Zeke came and when she touched my stomach. His eyes widened slowly as he smiled, he sat on the bed while I stood in front of him.
"I-I mean ... He's alive? Wow," he said in amazement raising my eyes. "Aww!"
"Damn are you? Your son is probably alive, eh, if I can kill you? Get out of there! Get out!" I pushed away but he held my hip tighter.
"Just kidding. Come here, lie down. Maybe he needs a massage." With a smirk, I followed his wishes.
I lay down and he took the midwife he often used on me. He sat sideways then lifted my dress, teasingly looked below me and quickly looked at me then laughed. It lightly put not too much fluid in my stomach, the child was still moving, which made Zeke even happier. He greeted our eldest's every move and its caress.
"It looks like the child will inherit, ah," he said with a smile and then pressed his ear to my stomach.
"Then what do I look like?" I asked as she breastfed.
"Of course not, I still am. Isn't it son?"
"You're abusive."
"It's just like that." It adjusted to sitting but its hands continued to caress me at the same time as the child was still moving.
"Let's get along," it challenged me.
"What's the deal?"
"Thus, let's count what to contribute to him."
My forehead twitched spontaneously. But I seem to be interested in what he wants. He didn't say anything that would harm me and our son.
"Fine," I agree.
"We both have one point. An egg cell, then my sperm cells," it began. "You already have two points, because you're making him pregnant, so for me to have two points, I'll name him," he said with a wide smile.
I immediately sat down but still leaning my back on the pillow, he removed his hand but my clothes were still up.
"You already gave him a name, didn't you?"
"Yeah. But that's different, I mean, when you give birth, of course I'll tell the doctor or the midwife the name myself, that's all." Its tingling.
"Why you? I should."
"Of course, that's the best thing I'll do, once you get our son out," was its smile statement which made me laugh softly as it smiled staring at the ceiling like crazy.
"Then?"
"You will milk him of course, do I have a breast? Then when we come home here, I will put him to sleep, I will put his clothes on while you rest. When your body is okay, you can work," he whispered to last part then rubbed my womb.
"And you? What do you do when I work?"
"We will take care of our child, I am here at home and our child, exhausteds you will work," he said laughing then automatically my hand fell on his chest.
"Your face is really thick, what?"
"Just kidding. But really, I'll name him. Gale Ficarro Roux," it whispered to my womb at the same time as the child's movement made us smile.
It was as if he was listening and responding in the way he could. I couldn't help but get excited because of what was happening. I no longer objected to what he wanted to name our eldest son, he was obviously deliberately annoying because he followed his name. I don't know why Gale is the name I want.
"When you give birth, I want to be there. I'm the comfort when he cries." He planned it.