156 Insecurities

When his in-laws had given him the opportunity to be with his wife, without worrying about the baby, Dan took it with a bright smile as he led his wife into their bedroom.

"You can shower first." He told her nonchalantly.

Midori blushed. On a usual day, this was an ordinary statement. However, given the circumstances cooked up by her mother, she had a wild comprehension on such a simple everyday statement.

When they were still in high school, she had always admired his smile, no matter what emotion was behind it. She was innocent back then and had very little thoughts on the anatomy of the opposite sex. Even when they did it, she has always been shy in taking a look at his body.

When they got back together, she had already noticed the changes in his body over the years.

Aside from his height, which towered significantly from hers, his body looked bulkier and toned. He indeed transformed into a man from being a teenage boy.

Right now, she is married to him. However, even if they had done it several times again, she still had yet to memorize every inch of him as she was usually brought to a euphoric state in every encounter.

As she waited for him, she looked down on her body. The pregnancy sure changed a lot in her. Sure, her chest were way larger, but also her waist. Her previous flat and fair abdomen is now with some fat, and with dark striae.

She stared gloomily at it, berating herself as ugly.

"Your turn!" There was excitement in his voice as he suddenly appeared at the bathroom doorway, his smile seductive. He was only wearing a towel wrapped lazily around his waist. Some water droplets were still falling from his hair to his chest and shoulders.

Midori snapped out of her thoughts, and gulped at the sight of him.

She hurriedly went into the bathroom, right past him, who had an arm just above her head at the doorway.

Dan chuckled at his flustered wife and continued drying his hair with another towel as he went to the closet area to find a robe.

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Agatha Yang lied beside the muscular figure of her husband after they concluded an intimate activity.

Soon, she noticed that his breathing became slower and more even as he dozed off.

She rested her head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat. Her hands wandered on his skin.

There was pain in her eyes as she touched scars from bullets on his chest and abdomen area. There was also the scars for the surgeries he had been in.

She could not sleep despite the exhaustion. Guilt kept her awake.

Though he had confirmed that she is indeed the wife he thought she lost, he had never asked her about what really happened. It was either he was waiting for her to volunteer the information or he does not care anymore.

She closed her eyes to recall the day before their incident.

"We will bring him on the operating table once you are in the car to the agreed destination." A middle-aged woman with gentle facial features but scary expression stated the condition.

"You will keep your word?" She was still suspicious of this lady called Miss M.

"You think I will joke about it when my son would also be under the knife?"

With that, she nodded in agreement.

The lady smirked and left her outside the door to a private room.

Agatha went inside after putting on a face mask and saw her mother crying as she clasped her younger brother's hand.

Her father looked at her as if begging her to do something about it.

She stared at her brother who was fast asleep. He was pale as a paper, with mouth dry and hair thinning.

She could still remember how he actively played outside their home before his diagnosis. His brown locks were full and were moving with the wind as he ran with their dog.

He was a kind and considerate child. He was perfect in her parents' eyes.

She needed to bring back that version of him...even if it requires sacrifice.