Chapter 11. Messy Bodies (2)

No, the following day, it was difficult to get SiJoon out of bed.

His weight and height didn't help much, but a splash of water in the face did the trick.

"Get up!" I said. "It's time for the plan."

SiJoon got up groggily, wiping his face and looking at me with angry eyes.

"Can I hit you?" he asked, standing up.

"I'm pregnant, you don't hit a pregnant man."

Walking back to the kitchen, I prepared breakfast exclusively for him.

"Eat."

SiJoon sat at the table, quiet and silent.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting next to him.

"I'm embarrassed," he confessed. "I'm thirty-one years old, and yesterday I acted like a stupid teenager."

"No, yesterday you acted like a regretful idiot, it's different," I said, grabbing one of the bread rolls. "But it's okay, I'm here."

"M