⌂ momo

@momo h。 his heart began to ache. it hurt him to hear her be in so much pain. he wanted to cry, too. but he couldn't do that in front of her. not here, not now. it was his job to comfort her and make sure that everything was okay. at this very moment, he was regretting ever leaving her side. he didn't want to think of anything that could hurt her so bad as to cry in his arms after being absent for such a long time - he just wanted her to be okay. yang hated the sight of her crying. and even more, it broke his heart to see her smile with those tears in her eyes. he followed her as she tugged him by the sleeve inside and after she closed the door to give them privacy, she looked into in his eyes and said words that he never expected to hear. his eyes widened, looking into her eyes extensively for any sign of a joke or hesitation, but there was none. it took him more than a moment to process the few words she had said. "pregnant?" he asked, just to properly clarify that he wasn't just hearing things and cautiously. there were so many thoughts running through his mind. was she seeing another person now? is the child his? if it is his, then when did it happen? he followed up, just to confirm his suspicions, "how far along are you?" he offered her his hand, not knowing how to deal with this sort of situation, but that wasn't going to be enough for what she was going through right now, was it? not at all. he looked into her eyes and embraced her once again. his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against his chest. as of this moment, there was one thing that yang cared about the most: her. "are you okay?" he asked, "do you want to talk about it?"

@yang y。 she can't seem to find the courage to speak immediately, so when he asks if she's okay she simply shakes her head and pulls away to dab at her eyes with the back of her wrists. looking up at him again, she tries to pull herself together with a small smile to make things a little less awkward, but it's hard. so hard to stop the tears from falling and prevent her smile from quickly crumbling back into a frown. she takes a deep breath though, swipes at the wetness on her face and tugs him by the sleeve to pull him inside and close the door. it's still hard to get her emotions in check, even harder to try talking, but she keeps taking deep breaths. her eyes finally travel up to meet his and she clears , voice coming out quiet and weak: "i just... found out i was pregnant."

@momo h。 he missed this city. it hadn't been too long since he'd left, but he wanted to come back. he missed the way the sun kissed his skin here, the scent that carried in the breeze, and the distant sound of the train that could be heard anywhere in downtown. but it really wasn't the city that he missed, was it? it was the memories he'd made here, the girl that he left behind here, the one glimpse of happiness he'd had in his entire adult life. he missed her.

he debated whether to see her or not. would it have been weird or would she even want to see him? he paced around the city, taking a long walk through the venues of their dates, revisiting old times, when he came across a flower shop that wasn't there before. a bright display of pink gladioluses in front of the store had caught his eye, immediately reminding him of her, and without hesitation, he bought her a bouquet. now he just needed to give it to her.

revisiting old memories and places was easy for yang, but revisiting people from his past? it always made him uneasy. yang paced around the block a few times with the bright bouquet in hand, glancing at it every so often thinking about how cheesy it was and how he should probably throw it away and show up empty-handed. but if he did that, why bother seeing her at all? but as he looked at the bouquet, reminded of their memories, he missed her. and he wanted to see her.

he rang her doorbell, glancing down to make sure he looked presentable, even took a peek at his reflection - hey there, good looking. and there it was, the familiar sound of her voice. his eyes looked forward and there was a huge grin painted on his face as he heard her footsteps head toward him, but something didn't sound right. yet, he was still happy to reunite with her. "hey," he greeted as the door opened, "i got you flowers." but as he saw the sight of her, he could see that something was bothering her - oof, he had his absence really hurt her this much or did she have a bad day? her arms wrapped around him and he could feel her teardrops drip on his shoulder. must have been a really bad day. he pulled closer into his embrace, his arms wrapped around her, the bouquet pressed against her back as the opposite hand comforted her with slow gentle . "what's wrong?" he whispered, "is everything okay?"

@yang y。 "Oh, and by the way, congratulations on your pregnancy. See you next month!"

It just kept playing over and over in her mind, the last few words her doctor said before leaving. And in that moment, she said a quick thank you, but something clicked within her. As she went to the grocery store and absentmindedly grabbed at things, as she drove home and nearly ran over a pedestrian because she was too spaced out to focus, as she bumped into the walls of her apartment building while walking to her own, she realized that it made sense. She unlocks her apartment door, steps inside and kicks off her sandals, sets down her groceries, and then she just... stands there. It all makes so much sense. Why her period was late, why she's been so sensitive and sensitive to smells, why she's been gaining weight... all of it. All of it was making sense. Too much sense.

A ring of the doorbell kicks her senses back into gear, and somewhat snaps her out of her trance. "Coming!" is what she almost too quietly announces as her feet begin to carry her back to her door, slowly and unsteadily. When she opens it again, she's greeted by /him/—the man she knows is the father. I mean, he has to be. He's the only one she's slept with in years. The only one it could be. He's... he's the father of their unborn child. A man she hasn't seen in who knows how long, one she doesn't know all too well, one she can't say will even react well. And in that moment, tears start to well up in her eyes. She sniffles, begins to frown with a quivering lip as her eyes shut and she takes a step forward to bring her arms around him. At that instant, the second she catches his scent and feels the warmth of another person, a few of those tears fall and stream down her cheeks. She says nothing. She doesn't know how. All she knows is that she's pregnant with his child, and that if that wasn't okay to him, this is the last time she'll probably get to hug him... And she really needed this hug.