if you're still doing blurbs, can i request 18 + 27 w/ xiaojun and chunhua/liling? ty, and sorry if you're not doing them anymore!
18: âMaybe you should try reading a book to her?â & 27: âHoney, youâre pregnant, thatâs all, you look beautiful.â
âAnd Mummy is most beautiful-est girl in the whole wide world!â Chunhua exclaimed, giggling excitedly as she flopped onto her bed.
You shook your head, tucking your daughter into her flowery bedsheets, âeven now?â
Chunhua nodded defiantly.
âEven with your sister giving me a big tummy?â you asked, âyou sure?â
Chunhua giggled, nodding as she laid her hand on your rounded, 7-month-pregnant stomach.
âSheâs moving!â your two-year-old gasped, âMummy! Moving!â
You nodded, smiling at your eldest daughterâs words, âyou like to feel her, donât you?â
Chunhua nodded, excitedly, âI love little sister!â
âWonderful, flower, but donât you think itâs sleep time now?â Dejun asked.
Chunhua pulled a cheeky face, Dejun pulling the same in return.
âMaybe you should try reading a book to her?â you offered, taking Dejunâs hand to help you off Chunhuaâs bed, âMummyâs gonna go and wash her face. Goodnight baby girl.â
âNight Mummy!â Chunhua smiled, waving and blowing kisses.
âOkay then,â Dejun said, âwhat shall we read, hmm?â
The sounds of Dejunâs funny voices and Chunhuaâs giggles filled the upstairs of your house, until Dejunâs singing voice appeared (just as you expected), and then, silence.
You took a deep breath, pulling one of Dejunâs t-shirts over your head and sitting on the side of your bed, rubbing your tummy absentmindedly.
âHoney?â Dejun said, his voice reaching your bedroom before he did, âyouâre pregnant, thatâs all, you look beautiful.â
You rolled your eyes, âoh, so you were listening in, were you?â
Dejun sighed, âyes, I was. I donât want you to say those things. Youâre so beautiful, angel.â
You smiled, cupping your husbandâs face, âhow did I get so lucky?â
Dejun laughed, âwho knows? Now come on.â
He supported your back, helping you into bed before laying down beside you, kissing your head gently.
âGoodnight, my loves,â he whispered, âI canât wait for tomorrow.â











