Remember Me, Baby.
Persuading pregnant women

While opening her eyes with a slightly dazed feeling, the first thing Keiko saw was a painting of her neatly lined up on the wall. Many paintings. He was stunned for an instant, then regained his senses in the next second. That's not him. That was ... it was indeed a painting of his face, but it was definitely not his present self. He did not have all the clothes in the painting.

After being swayed in complex emotions, Keiko's forehead gradually formed a deep frown. His worries and doubts that he used to suppress and hide now come back to the surface: Does Andrew Roux really love him? Or just because his face was so similar to the woman in the painting? Was the love Andrew spoke of not just an obsession? How sad it would be if Andrew loved her just by coincidence that her face resembled the woman in the painting ....

Suddenly Keiko had an overwhelming desire and urge to cry. His round eyes that usually glowed cheerfully now began to dew.

In the end, when Andrew went in to check whether his wife was awake or not, the woman was already curled up like a wounded pangolin in the corner of the bed. The sound of a stifled sobbing felt piercing his ear drum. In an instant panic struck the man's heart.

He immediately sat down near Keiko and rubbed his shoulders very gently as he asked, “Baby, what's wrong? Why crying? Is there anything uncomfortable?”

Keiko begged and avoided her husband's touch. He pulled the blanket and covered his body from toe to head, making it look like a cocoon. The surface of the fabric covering it moved up and down as its cries grew firmer. Since Andrew asked like that, now he felt even more sad!

“Honey? Are you angry at me for not waking you up? Are you hungry? I'll get you some food, yeah?”

Andrew was still trying to guess what made his wife angry and wept bitterly like that. However, when he had waited for more than five minutes and had no answer at all, he began to fidget. Her hand extended again towards Keiko, but the woman seemed to be able to feel her movements and immediately dodged, rolling away with the blanket wrapped around her entire body.

Andrew suddenly felt a headache, not knowing how to persuade his wife. Dr. Carla has explained that the mood of pregnant women is not necessarily, sometimes very happy, can also suddenly sad or angry for no reason. It seems that now Keiko is going through a phase of bad mood that makes her like this. Then, what should he do?

Finally could only use the baby's excuse to help persuade his wife.

“Honey, don't be so .. You'll hurt our baby. If you cannot breathe properly, your baby will also lack oxygen supply. Too much crying can also make a baby sad, you don't want them to be born with a moody face, do you?” andrew said very softly. All his life, he had never used such a very humble and patient intonation to anyone.

Apparently, her hard work has yielded results. The sobbing from behind the blanket slowly subsided, then a tiny white hand emerged from under the blanket, followed by the tip of the nose that had been flushed from crying too much.

“My dear ... tell your husband this, what makes you sad? Who bullied you? Say ... I'll get back to you and our baby,”.

He tried to pull the roll of cloth closer to him, but the body inside the blanket was poked so that the clump of cloth did not move. Andrew also could not use all his strength, so he could only give in and let his wife breathe from the small hole between the layers of the blanket.

“Go! I don't want to see your face!” Keiko's hoarse voice sounded very sad, like a heartbroken person.

Andrew's face turned stiff. What mistake did he make? He sat there and tried to remember, tracing all the events from the beginning they departed from Finland until arriving in the city of Dinan, what he had done wrong accidentally. However, despite trying hard to think about it until sweat started to appear in the pores of his forehead, he did not get any answer.

“If I make a mistake to you, I beg ma—“

“Actually you don't really love me, ‘right? Yes, ‘kan? Just confess!” refute Keiko before Andrew's apology is finished.

“Baby, are you misunderstanding? Where did that thought come from? Is anyone talking nonsense with you?” andrew asked carefully, not wanting to make his wife even more angry and resentful towards him.

“You only love him, ‘right? The woman in the painting, the woman in your dream. I just look like him, which is why you can like me. If our faces were not similar, you might not look at me at all. Rightly so?”

Keiko's stingy voice but trying to express her emotions sounded very cute as well as very pitying, as if someone had just run over her for having snatched another woman's lover and made her feel extremely oppressed.

On the side of the bed, Andrew did not know whether to cry or laugh. He swept through the room and found that maybe his father or Alfred had put some of his paintings on the wall. The man's mouth opened and closed like a koi fish, trying to find a reasonable explanation and comforting his wife's troubled heart because of the ridiculous thought that somehow came from nowhere.

“Baby, you are him, how can I love you just for having the same face as him? You saw it for yourself, didn't you? We are in the past .. I know you also saw some dreams ...”

This time it was Keiko's turn to be silent after hearing her husband's answer. That was true ... he did see some, could even hear his conversation clearly. If he is different from the woman in the painting, shouldn't he be unable to see and hear it all?

“If you don't like it, I'll release all the paintings. Replaced with photos of our honeymoon only, how?” bargain Andrew when he realized the fire from inside the blanket roll has reduced a lot.

“No need!” Keiko got into a fight with the twists of the cloth before finally being able to get out of the cocoon scroll.

“I'm hungry, want to eat dumpling,” he continued, with a haughty face sitting on the edge of the bed and giving a commanding look to Andrew.

“Prepared soon, Mrs.Roux. Wait a minute.”

Andrew darted out, then came back with a tray of steamed dumpling and fresh red chili sauce. Keiko's saliva almost dripped.

“Open your mouth,” Andrew's pinta while clamping the dumpling and thrusting it into Keiko's mouth.

The woman opened her mouth and ate obediently, completely forgetting her absurd thoughts when she woke up earlier.

In front of him, Andrew could only stare at a smile and shake helplessly. Who told him to love this little rabbit so much? Even coaxing her like a little child who was sulking and bribing her like a big baby ....

However, there was not the slightest complaint from Andrew's face. He sat still and fed Keiko diligently, continuing to feed her one by one until the woman was full and leaned lazily on the bed.

Persuading a pregnant woman is apparently not as difficult as she imagined ....

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