I wish you lots of success on your new scenario blog! I would like to make a request of P.O from Block B, where he is helping his girlfriend/wife give birth to their baby & he feels uncomfortable when she starts to breastfeed the baby. Thank you. Sorry if this a repeat message. I dont know if the request went thru my computer froze up.
"C’mon, love! You can do it!"
You pushed harder as your husband, P.O, cheered for you. He grabbed your hand, wishing it could be a support for you. You’re sweating cold sweat, trying to endure the pain. You panted as you looked at P.O, who is still cheering for you and start to push again.
"Keep pushing, I can see the baby’s head", the doctor said.
Hearing that, P.O cheered even louder and you had to push even harder. The pain is unbearable, but you looked at P.O’s face, then you imagined that you can make a beautiful family if you can do this. That itself is a strong reason for not to give up. Then you feel some kind of release and you can hear that baby’s crying. Your baby. Tears started to welled up in your eyes as the doctor holds the baby.
"It’s a boy", she told you before she handed to baby to P.O. P.O holds the baby carefully before he showed you your newborn son.
"Our first son… He’s beautiful. You’ve done a great job", he smiled sincerely to you and you can’t help but cry as you feel so happy and complete. The nurse came to the room to clean the baby and P.O handed him very carefully to the nurse.
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You feel so tired, yet you’re so happy that P.O stays there. As the nurse left the two of you, P.O wiped your face softly with wet towel. A loving smile plastered on his face.
"You don’t have to do this", you muttered softly, even though you’re actually happy that he’s showing his love through small things like this.
"Well, this is nothing compared to what you did", he answered.
You feel touched as you smiled weakly to him. Just then, the nurse came in again, with your baby is clean and wrapped in blue small blanket. He’s moving a lot and you’re happy to see that your son is healthy.
"You can breastfeed the baby now", the nurse said as she handed the baby to you and that’s the first time you hold your son.
He’s staring at you with his round eyes, which is from you, and he has P.O’s lips. He’s perfect. And for few minutes, you just mesmerized with his perfection before you realized you should breastfeed him since he’s start to cry. You felt a bit rush of panic before you expose your breast and start to breastfeed the baby. Little did you know, P.O is shifting uncomfortably on his seat. He was staring at you, then at the baby, and when he realized you were breastfeeding your newborn son, he’s staring at the ceilings. You noticed that P.O is being restless.
"What? Do you want breastfeed too?" you joked.
"Not funny", he muttered, still not looking at you.
You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what’s wrong with him. Then after the baby feel full, you patted his back to make him burp. P.O watched you closely as the baby burped and start to get sleepy. You rocked the baby slowly while you hummed to make it sleep faster.
"So what’s wrong with you?" you asked as you glanced to your husband.
"Huh?" he looked at you.
"You was being restless."
"Oh, did I?"
"Uh-huh."
He sighed softy before he glanced at your sleeping son.
"I just… didn’t know where to look when you breastfeed him", he stated honestly. Hearing that, you can’t help but chuckle softly and smile at his cuteness. "Yah! Are you laughing at me??"
You immediately shushed him.
"You’ll wake the baby", you told him.
"Oh. Sorry."
"That’s okay. So… you were uncomfortable. Well, that explains why were you being so restless", you said calmly, "Well, you’re my husband. And I suppose this isn’t the first time-"
"Yes, I understand!" he cut off your words, blushing deeply, "Can we go home now?"
"Why? So you’ll get a breastfeed?" you teased him.
"Chagiiii!!" he blushed even harder and you can’t help but laugh.
Little things like this is heartwarming for you. You can feel this is the beginning of your wonderful journey. You just secretly wish that your son would grow up to be like his father, although you didn’t really want him to be as hyperactive.
"Why are you smiling at me?" P.O asked, still frowning.
"Uh… nothing."
And you secretly wish that you’ll have a poker face so you would be able to hid your happy thoughts without smiling like a creep to your husband.
-THE END-
Anytime, dear. Don’t worry, this isn’t a repeat message ^^I hope you like it~ <3
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