Chapter 6. Unknown (1)

In the middle of all those scattered paintings and brushes, I smiled as I sat down for a while to rest and admire my finished works.

"I think we're doing well," I said to my baby, caressing my belly.

Strangely, this had become a habit for me. Every day, I would have a little chat with my little one while gently stroking my round belly.

I read online that it's good for the baby's development, like language, and that talking about my daily life and things I do strengthens the bond between the dad and the baby in some way.

I settled on my sofa in the corner of the studio and propped up my legs, placing them on the couch.

"Are you doing okay in there?" I lifted my shirt, revealing the little white ball with some hairs that was my belly.

I caressed it calmly, closing my eyes and breathing peacefully, savoring the tranquility of silence.

"Do you like the name Jiwan?" I caressed it once more. "Do you like Song Jiwan?"

I felt something inside