Hiccup You Just Gestured To All Of Me 소설 & 이야기

I exclaimed while spelling his name. I looked at him who chuckled pretentiously in a cute way. I'm not lying, my stomach feels more and more nauseous. But I tried to hold it in, for Key's sake. I will do anything, for the sake of the company as well. Not long, I immediately took the fork and knife. Then I want to cut the meat that is in front of me. However, before my hands cut the meat. The man's hand accidentally touched me, damn it, I was nauseous and really got goosebumps. "Let me cut it for you handsome!" he exclaimed as he winked at me.

His eyes moved over my face like he was trying to figure something out. I quickly used the back of my palm to wipe my mouth, pretending like I’d been trying to hold something down. “I was feeling nauseous,” I said. My voice came out steady enough. “I thought I was about to vomit.” Ciro didn’t say anything immediately. He just looked at me. “Are you okay?” he asked. I hesitated for a second before placing my hand over my stomach. His eyes dropped there immediately. My fingers pressed lightly against my stomach. I kept my face neutral. Calm. Like it wasn’t a big deal.

"He is a fortunate man." ~*~ ~Ezinne~ I felt a wave of confusion as the spicy taste of the soup hit me. I started coughing and reached out for the glass of water on the table, but Garrick was quicker. He snatched it away and, to my shock, slapped me hard across the face. I stumbled back, cradling my cheek, tears welling up in my eyes.

“What happened? Are you hurting?” I shook my head quickly, wide-eyed. “The bean—it’s—it’s—” I stammered, pressing his hand against my stomach. “Feel it!” He blinked, confused, then went still when another tiny jolt rippled under his palm. His brows furrowed. “What the…” “It’s hiccuping!” I cried, half-laughing, half-panicking. “Why is it hiccuping? Should it be hiccuping? Is that normal? Oh my god—”

I ask, voice rough. She frowns, blinking slowly as if it’s hard to concentrate. “He bumped into me. Hurt my butt.” A hiccup. “I hit a scarecrow guy …” a burp, “… real good.” She throws a lazy punch into the air, missing everything but my heart. She keeps talking — hiccuping, slurring, rambling something about ‘our baby’, and about a wheel and a photo and a cup for moods — none of it fully connecting.

His deep, commanding voice boomed over the low romantic music "It's been weeks, and you barely reached out, I thought things had gone back to what they used to be, and then you make a gesture like this, something so profound, and I don't know what you mean. So I was wondering if this is a norm for you." I said while trying to act like it was nothing but a casual question. A deep chuckle emanated from his lips, and his shoulders vibrated accordingly. The gesture was so shocking the spoon I held dropped from my hands to the floor as I watched in awe.

The acknowledgment from a figure of authority provided a small measure of reassurance. In a bid to break through the palpable discomfort, I mustered a shy smile and offered a tentative greeting, "Hi." My voice was meek, the uncertainty of the situation manifesting in my tone. The room occupants returned my gesture with brief nods, a collective acceptance that acknowledged my presence—perhaps begrudgingly, but accepted nonetheless.

I nodded in understanding. Elder sits up and looks at me as if challenging me, but at that he raises his hand and kisses it. I remembered that was the hand we had brushed before. And it seemed a little strange to me. But what I found most strange and weird in me, was that when he made that gesture, I felt things in my belly. Omg, I'm sick.

“I know I’m too hot to handle, so try to mind how you stare. It’s for your own good. Not that I mind, of course.” I froze mid-sip, almost choking. My hiccup betrayed me again, louder this time, almost like it was mocking me. “I wasn’t staring at you!” I snapped, more defensive than I intended. It would’ve landed better if another hiccup hadn’t immediately followed my outburst. He laughed. Not just a chuckle—an amused, deep laugh that filled the air between us. God, this stupid hiccup. Of all the times it could’ve shown up, why now? Why in front of him?

I blurted out my opinion in haste and tension; giving him an opportunity to doubt me “Nothing is consequential than you and *pointing my stomach with dark eyes* our aboard baby,” he came down to my range and released a peck on my earlobe before saying our baby. This time his gesture didn’t send any butterflies to my stomach but an unknown churning in stomach. I had an urge to keep myself away from uncensored moments insight of my new macho minder, “Y-you might be getting l-late” I asserted to Armando with a babyish-expression,