Mommy and Baby

Three-4

“I’ll often post such pictures to you, mommy,” Choi So-dong told her.

“Oh dear, do you want to let me die?” Choi Hun-ae joked. Actually, she was happy to know it.

After Choi So-dong stopped replying, Choi Hun-ae enlarged her picture to observe her body more clearly. Especially, she paid attention to Choi So-dong’s n*****s, each of which looked like a small, round and pink cherry. In the past, when they were having s*x, Choi So-dong necessarily sucked her n*****s, as if the former were indeed a sucking baby.

Choi Hun-ae once saw a viewpoint: if n*****s were often rubbed, by hands, lips and so on, their color would be deepened, and their muscle would abnormally sag. If this viewpoint was true, Choi Hun-ae usually did not want such event to happen to herself; as it was her lover that brought such event to her, however, she changed her mind, similar with a mommy that unconditionally loved her own baby.

Although Choi Hun-ae wanted a m**********n, finally she managed to calm herself down, got dressed and walked out of her own bedroom. Seconds later, she met her mother Ban Sang-mi, who secretly told her: “Hun-ae, I want you to go to a pharmacy for me.”

The same as her husband, Ban Sang-mi also graduated from Yonsei University, while her major was not economics. Two years younger than Choi Seong-hyang, she was 44 years old in 2020; accordingly, the outside corners of her eyes already wrinkled. Howbeit her small and round face, along with delicate and pretty sense organs, proved that she was a beauty.

After hearing this beauty’s demand, Choi Hun-ae asked in a hurry: “What’s wrong with you, mom?”

While she wondered whether Ban Sang-mi was sick, the latter answered: “I’m possible to be pregnant.”

“Really?” Choi Hun-ae asked. “When did you find it?”

“Just now,” Ban Sang-mi answered. “This is why I want you to go to buy a pregnancy test kit for me.”

Certainly familiar with her own mother, Choi Hun-ae knew the reason why Ban Sang-mi did not go to buy the tool by herself: feeling shy due to becoming pregnant when so aged.

“OK, mom, I’m going now,” Choi Hun-ae replied and immediately did so. After arriving at a pharmacy near the housing estate in which she lived, she asked a clerk whether there was the pregnancy test kit here. After hearing this question, the clerk looked a bit surprised; Choi Hun-ae knew the reason.

“She’s guessing that I’m pregnant, while I’m so young,” analyzed Choi Hun-ae. “I’m not interested in explaining the real reason.”

After buying a pregnancy test kit, Choi Hun-ae carried it back home and gave it to Ban Sang-mi. Having ever learned some knowledge about this issue, she knew that an aged woman would face more risks when pregnant; however, if her mother was indeed pregnant again, she would be happy to be the eldest sister again.

Contrarily, as Choi Hun-ae herself was a lesbian and therefore not sexually interested in any male, while having a baby was essential to be based on the egg-sperm binding, she was not willing to have a genuine baby; let alone as a female patient of Marfan syndrome was never encouraged to be pregnant or confined, as they were too dangerous to her. Choi Seong-hyang was also aware of such problem; nonetheless, his being unaware of his eldest daughter’s s****l orientation was the reason why he believed that she would marry a male in the future.

“As I have the most precious baby, I don’t need another,” Choi Hun-ae told herself in her own heart. “Similarly, if I were owning the whole earth, I would never desire a dust on the surface of Pluto.”

The same night, Choi Hun-ae dreamed of her own having s*x with Choi So-dong again. After she was too excited and therefore woke up untimely, Choi Hun-ae found that crotch of her own panties got wet due to the mucus from her v****a. In a hurry, she got up, walked towards the armoire in her bedroom and took a pair of clean panties out of it. Taking on the panties, she guessed: “I want to swap my underwear with that of my baby. As neither of us had any infectious disease, such swap won’t be harmful.”

Medically, this viewpoint was correct; however, Choi Hun-ae was unable to ignore another problem that had nothing to do with medicine: although others normally would not be concerned with what underwear they were wearing, as long as such swap happened, she was unable to ensure nobody else would suspect the relationship between them. Therefore, she forced herself to forget it.

Next morning, Choi Hun-ae found that the garbage bin in her home’s kitchen was full of garbage.

The same as what countless Chinese people did, Choi Hun-ae’s family members in China did not use the bin to directly contain the garbage but put a plastic bag inside it. Different from South Koreans, however, Chinese people in their motherland did not implement refuse classification; meanwhile, their dropping litter was without any stipulated time. Following this local custom, Choi Hun-ae carried the bag to the center of this housing estate, where several garbage cans were put beside a path. When she randomly threw the bag into one of these cans, two Chinese old men near her were chatting in Mandarin.

“I’m going to a pharmacy to buy some masks,” said one of the old men. “As there is a kind of new disease in Wuhan, I should be careful.”

“You’re right,” another agreed with him. “Maybe young persons are strong enough, but we’re different. Let’s go together.”

Right after this, they implemented this plan, while Choi Hun-ae thought of a detail: when she was buying a pregnancy test kit, she saw the pharmacy was indeed selling masks, while it seemed that nobody bought them. This was never surprising, as few Chinese persons would wear masks. Originally, Choi Hun-ae did not regard buying and wearing a mask as necessary, although she also watched the news about Wuhan’s event; at this moment, however, she started to change her mind. Because according to a pregnancy test yesterday, Ban Sang-mi was pregnant. Believing in the kit’s reliability, Choi Hun-ae believed her mother was indeed pregnant again; accordingly, although this city was without any case of the mysterious pneumonia yet, Choi Hun-ae guessed: “Even if I don’t need a mask, my mom is different.”