Junhwi nodded satisfactorily and moved his chopsticks. Even though he wasn’t in the best condition, the pleasant feeling allowed him to swallow a bit of the food.
Exactly from that day onwards, Junhwi always felt a slight nausea.
And eventually, today turned out to be such a bothersome day.
To be in the bathroom retching due to the usual sandwich smell and the metallic smell, which had never bothered him before.
“Why.”
He was unexpectedly frightened by the first experience of such a phenomenon. Junhwi stared at himself in the mirror as if there were answers there.
Now that he had to take responsibility for one more person once the child was born. What if something went wrong with him all of a sudden?
Suddenly feeling dizzy, the back of his throat tightened. Junhwi pressed the Adam’s apple to suppress the unfamiliar fear.
Should he ask the doctor?
Finding his phone, he dialed somewhere right away.
Jun. What’s up?
Before the signal beeped a few times, the other person’s French voice was heard.
I thought Attorney Kwon Junhwi was dead! Because there was no contact.
A friendly voice spoke, laughing cheerfully.
How is Yeonwoo unnie and the baby? How is unnie’s body?
Junhwi’s younger sister, Lea, with blonde hair and blue eyes, asked about Yeonwoo’s well-being.
However, there was no leisure to casually ask about well-being. Junhwi brought up the main topic right away, like a patient sitting in front of a doctor. He earnestly explained the symptoms he had been experiencing lately to Lea.
Oh, that could be. Jun, that’s ‘Couvade Syndrome.’
Lea, who had laughed leisurely a moment ago, now kindly gave the name of the condition.
“What?”
Was it really an illness? Tension crept into Junhwi’s shoulders as he heard the word for the first time from the doctor.
It’s not something to worry about; you should be proud. It’s evidence that you truly love your wife.
Once again, after laughing for a long time, his sister left a meaningful comment.
I have to see a patient, so I’ll end it here. Jun, there’s nothing else with that illness. Time is the cure!
“······”
Even after hanging up the phone, he remained dazed for a long time. Then, he barely regained his composure and searched ‘Couvade Syndrome’ on his phone.
[Couvade Syndrome: A condition where the husband experiences physical and psychological pain similar to what the pregnant wife undergoes, ······ There is no medical evidence, but ······ it often refers to cases where the husband takes on the cravings on behalf of the wife.]
What does he substitute for?
Junhwi’s forehead furrowed deeply.
Can a husband really experience cravings on behalf of his pregnant wife? Is that possible?
[The cause is not clearly identified, therefore, there is no specific treatment ······.]Junhwi’s eyes, which had been seriously staring at the screen, stopped in one place. His already tightly-knit forehead wrinkled even more.
I never dreamed such an absurd thing would happen to me. A hollow laugh escaped him.
On the one hand, it was fortunate. Yeonwoo was going through significant physical changes due to pregnancy, and he felt sorry for not being able to do anything for her. However, he was grateful that he could alleviate the distressing cravings.
It was a hundred times, a thousand times better for him to experience the cravings on behalf of Yeonwoo than to see her suffering.
······Still, it’s a bit harsh that there’s no way to alleviate the symptoms.
How many more months until the little one is born? Junhwi, who was silently calculating the future in his mind, let out a deep sigh.
Even though the sun had set, it was a sweaty midsummer night.
“It looks like it’s going to be extremely hot tomorrow.”
Hearing the cicada sound penetrating through the closed door, Yeonwoo stuck out her tongue and lowered the air conditioner temperature.
“Yeah. Don’t go out.”
Junhwi lightly agreed while scanning through emails on his tablet.
“Oh, but I have to go out tomorrow. It’s the day for prenatal Pilates.”
“Don’t overdo it. Can’t you call the instructor to come to our house?”
“Oh, come on. I need to move a bit. To make it easier for our little one to come out when it’s born.”
Yeonwoo swept her swollen belly with her hand.
“Our little one is a good boy. He doesn’t make me crave anything, thinking about how difficult it must be for Mom.”
“Ah. Right.”
“At the hospital too, they were surprised, you know? No cravings, sleeping well, and, according to them, there are very few pregnant women with such good conditions.”
Hmm. Junhwi’s mouth, nodding, curved into a round shape.
But looking at him, who has been tormenting his father even before being born, it seems like he won’t listen to his father.
“Even though I’m pregnant, I don’t have any cravings. In dramas, pregnant women always have a lot they want to eat, but I feel like I’m too easily passing through that.”
Not knowing Junhwi’s situation, Yeonwoo threw a joke and hugged his waist.
“Bring me mysterious peaches in the dead of winter, the baby wants to eat them, so you have to cry and make a fuss.”
“Well, it’s a bit disappointing. I can get everything for you.”
Facing Junhwi, who was grinning, Yeonwoo burst into a wide smile.
“Well, my dear seems like he can get everything.”
Junhwi pushed aside the tablet and gently stroked Yeonwoo’s head. Then, suddenly, in the middle of the night, a refreshing and sweet watermelon punch came to mind.
I’ve never thought about wanting sweet food or watermelon before. However, if I don’t eat watermelon punch right now, I really feel like I’m going to die.
The crisp and refreshing sweetness of watermelon, coupled with the characteristic sweet and fizzy sensation of cider, was terribly missed. I want to chew it slowly with cold ice, immersed in the broth.
No, I should replace cider with yogurt. I decided to enhance the sweetness with maple syrup.
As I imagined the combination of the tangy finish of yogurt and the unique aroma of maple syrup, saliva began to accumulate to the point of causing discomfort.
“Hmm, that’s weird.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Is this what Yeonwoo called ‘mokdeot’?
These days, as the cravings gradually subsided, and I barely regained my appetite, another obstacle emerged.
I just can’t handle it. Junhwi, who was quenching his thirst by swallowing saliva, abruptly stood up.
“Little one, do you want to eat watermelon punch?”
“Do you want watermelon punch? Should I ask the helper lady tomorrow?”
“No, not tomorrow, but now.”
Junhwi rolled up his sleeves and marched proudly to the kitchen.
When will this irritating state of uncontrollable cravings end? He wondered inwardly as he clenched his tongue.
“Jagiya! When making punch, make sure to add yogurt!”
Yeonwoo’s shout, oblivious to Junhwi’s complex feelings, affectionately pushed his back.
It must be a happy moment when even these trivial preferences become similar. Junhwi chuckled as he cut the well-ripened watermelon in half.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
