Dream. 1
I’m not sure how many times we’d done it, but I was exhausted—it had to have been more than six times. I honestly thought I might die of joysickness if we went any further. And so, he lay down beside her, completely ignoring his ex-wife’s whispers of love as she pressed her bound arms against his abdomen—ZzZZzzzZZzzz... He drifted off to sleep.
— “...Master, you’re home? You must be tired.”
“No. I’m fine. You... must have had a hard time being here all alone.”
“Nnnngh,” she shook her head, quickly snatching his briefcase from him, signaling her denial. Her expression said she hadn’t been bored in the slightest. Then, touching her lower abdomen with her other hand, she added, “Maybe it takes after its father; it won’t let me be.”
“Sounds like it’s healthy. Does it kick a lot?”
“Yes... maybe it’s practicing for soccer later, phew...”
Even as he dreamt, he wondered where on earth he was, and why this crazy woman was acting so affectionate. But since he was dreaming, the thought didn’t last long. In the dream, he wasn’t in his current home, but somewhere else—it felt like a detached house. A two-story home. Most of the wallpaper and furniture were either white or black, giving it an alien feel, yet the Airdresser she had bought was still packed into the master bedroom, just like in reality.
‘I guess she didn’t throw away the wooden wardrobe after all.’
Even in his dream, he had thoughts like that, but he couldn’t wake up, so he decided to just keep on dreaming. Every time he took off his clothes, she would gently take them one by one, place them inside the machine, and turn on the clean mode. Then, with a smile so bright it would have left the sleeping him stunned, she would gently embrace him.
“Thanks for your hard work being alone today. Both you, Jia, and the baby.”
“Master... thank you for your hard work at the office, too.”
“Shall we have dinner? Should I make it?”
“Nnnngh, I’ll make it for you.”
Despite that, he followed her out of the master bedroom and into the kitchen. The kitchen used ceramic materials, making it look a bit cold, but the ladles, tongs, and scissors were all in the purple and pink colors she liked, which made those elements seem rather cute. While he watched the kitchen, she smiled softly.
“Ah... please, rest comfortably. You don’t have to come in...”
“...How could I? You’re not alone anymore. Should I take something out of the fridge?”
“Today, I’m going to make the Omurice you like. I’ll put in ham... and carrots...”
In the dream, he watched her as she said that, her cheeks flushing with a happiness he couldn’t fathom. Then,
“...Wait, isn’t it the baby who wants to eat Omurice?”
“Ah, that... hehe, you caught me.”
“Does it want just ketchup, or should I add mustard too?”
“It says to add both.”
The two of them cooking like that—for the man dreaming, it was enough to make him want to scream that this couldn’t possibly be reality. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but think that if things had really turned out this way, if she had always been this sweet and refreshing, he would have held onto her even if she asked for a divorce. Or perhaps, he wouldn’t have even brought up the word divorce in the first place.
His brain was overloaded, but since he was still in the middle of the dream, he continued to watch. Two Omurice dishes were placed on pretty plates. Between them sat some kimchi. She started eating, saying, “Thank you—”
Before he started his own meal, he watched her eat. Whether she had been very hungry on her own, or if she was just happy to be having dinner with him now, she was moving her chopsticks busily—
“Eat slowly.”
“....”
Nom nom, “The baby... says it wants to eat a lot. What do I do...”
“...Sigh.”
Then, when he had eaten about half, she was staring intently at his plate. Noticing her gaze, he let out a hearty laugh and pushed his plate toward her. As always, she would say,
“O-oh, no! It’s just that you look so cool eating... and cute... so...”
“...”
“.......”
“Does the baby not want to eat?”
Then she replied, “I-I think it wants to eat... a little.”
“It’s all because of the baby. Let’s eat quickly.”
“But still...”
“Should I take it back? Should I take it away?”
“A-ah, no! Please... please give it to me.”
After finishing their meal, he and she did the dishes together, and he supported her waist with his arm as they headed toward the sofa. In the dream, the sofa had changed, too. It was much softer, enough to sleep on. He didn’t say anything, but she looked at him first, affectionately rubbing her cheek against his chest before speaking.
“Was today hard?”
“No, I wasn’t tired because I was thinking about Jia.”
“Pfft... liar...”
“Do you think Master is lying?”
Then she quickly waved her hands, rubbing her cheek against his chest again.
“Ayy, no way... ...The baby is sending a signal that you’re lying...”
“It’s all the baby’s fault.”
“...Hehe.”
Only then did her appearance become clear. Her hair seemed to be cut into a short bob, but it looked good on her, and perhaps because she had been home all day, her skin didn’t look tanned at all. Even without makeup. And her lower abdomen, which she touched protectively with her hands. Seeing it, the way it was rounded seemed to signify that she was pregnant.
“When are we going to the hospital?”
“We’re going this Saturday...!”
“Hmm. Was it at twelve?”
“It’s at one. Will you go with me...?”
He nodded, and she smiled brightly, hugging his neck. Before he knew it, she had placed her hips on his lap, looking at him as she spoke.
“You’re always so busy, I thought I’d have to go alone this time too...”
“But we promised to go once a month.”
“...I wish you wouldn’t do that Vice President thing.”
“Why?”
She suddenly switched to casual speech, but as if he didn’t care at all, he gently cupped her cheeks and said,
“...Because you have to work late so often.”
“But I bring home a lot of money.”
“Money... isn’t important at all.”
“Is this the same woman who lent me money and then completely changed?”
As he said that, the him in the dream teased her, but the moment she heard those words, she turned slightly pale before blushing, pressing her forehead against his chest.
“...I’ve always told you I was wrong about that...”
“I know.”
“I won’t do it again. I was just a little strange for a moment.”
Then, her trail of kisses starting from his chest climbed up to his neck. She tilted her head slightly to meet his eyes, and she was so lovely that even the him who was dreaming thought so. Then, those flushed, pretty lips parted—
“...Thank you for getting me pregnant, Master.”
“It’s nothing.”
It hadn’t been intentional.
“It just happened because someone did something strange.”
“....Are you going to scold me?”
“No. I’ve scolded you enough already.”
“I... I haven’t been scolded... eh...?”
Then, as if some strange memory had resurfaced, she hid in his chest like a baby again.
“Y-you can’t talk about that...!”
“Why not? I did it with peace of mind because you were always begging me to get you pregnant.”
“...It felt too good... but,”
“It’s a secret from the baby... okay?”
Seeing her squirming her hands in embarrassment and making a request as if pleading with him, he kissed her forehead softly. As she always did, after receiving the kiss on her forehead, she made a Nnnngh sound—
“Not there, please do it on the other side...”
“Where—?”
“...You know, you’re so... mischievous...”
Then he kissed her pouting lips and mingled his tongue with hers. Maybe because it was a dream, there was no smell, no sensation; it felt just like watching a movie.
“...This time, can’t you kiss me in other places too...?”
“Where else?”
“...”
As she said that, she pressed her breasts, which had grown larger due to the pregnancy, against his firm abdomen and rubbed them. As if he understood, he slowly lifted her clothes. Even at home, she had changed into someone always ready to be ravished, wearing a pretty bra. He pulled the lace underwear down slightly, biting deeply into her breasts that would soon be overflowing with milk.
“Hnnngh, what do I do...!”
“You asked for it.”
“...The baby is here, and you said it can hear everything with its ears now...!”
With her hand on her lower abdomen, she stifled her moans, moving her lips as if whispering something to the baby in her heart while her breasts were being sucked. Then, after he had tasted her breasts enough,
“...What were you doing?”
“Ah, that... I told the baby, the baby to cover its ears for a moment...”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, because it shouldn’t hear things like this...♡”
Then he looked at her and said,
“And what did the baby say?”
“It’s covering its ears tight... and says it will sleep quietly.”
“Did it really say that?”
“Hehe. ...The baby will listen to me well... because I’m going to be a good mom...♡”
He gently hugged her as she smiled softly, kissing her several times. Chu, chu—
“So, so that’s why...”
“Yes. Jia.”
“...Ah, my heart is fluttering...”
In the dream, she seemed to love it when he called her name. It was the same now; when he called her name, Jia, in a generous voice, she hugged him tightly with her arms, biting her lower lip slightly, looking like she was about to die of happiness.
“Jia.”
“Nnn... Master, I...”
“Yeah, Jia. What is it, what?”
“Aaaaah...♡”
Then, she calmed her trembling body and looked up at him. "Master... um, look... I have something to tell you...."