"Oh." Sylvan Cheney responded.

Jasmine Yale fetched him a set of gray-black pajamas and went to fill the bathtub with hot water for him.

Sylvan Cheney seemed completely at ease, leaving Jasmine with no words for her frustration.

She’d never seen anyone like this; she couldn’t even count how many times she’d served him since being pregnant.

Having a pregnant woman serve you, aren’t you afraid of shortening your life?

Jasmine Yale’s movements were somewhat inconvenient; sometimes simple tasks took a lot of time, really because her belly was big—squatting was difficult, standing was difficult.

It wasn’t long before her waist started to ache.

"Okay, the hot water is ready now, go and have your bath, wash thoroughly, did you hear me?" Jasmine Yale said as she approached the sofa, looking at Sylvan Cheney.

"You help me wash."

"You’re not a child!"

"You help me wash."

"I’m pregnant; I can’t help you bathe. Let me rest a bit, wash yourself, be good." said Jasmine Yale, patiently coaxing him. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Jasmine Yale stared at him, and he stared back at Jasmine Yale.

After a moment, he furrowed his brows: "Will you peek at me while I bathe?"

Jasmine Yale’s mouth twitched: "..."

"You can peek," Sylvan Cheney said earnestly, still with a lingering drunken expression, "but others can’t."

"Who wants to peek at you! Will you please go bathe?" Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but exclaim, glaring at him. What’s there to see anyway?

"Because you’re my wife, you can look however and as much as you want. Even if you do bad things to me, I won’t resist."

"Will you please go bathe?" Jasmine Yale raised her voice, both angry and speechless.

"Do you think what I said is right?"

"Yes, everything you said is right. If you don’t go now, the water will get cold, and I’ll be mad!"

"Don’t be mad. If you’re mad, I’ll feel heartache. I’ll go bathe." Sylvan Cheney immediately stood up, tossing a stuffed toy to Jasmine Yale, "I’m going to bathe now, don’t be mad."

"..." Jasmine Yale was at a loss, both amused and exasperated.

The wind blew through the window, dispersing some of the alcohol smell from the apartment.

Jasmine Yale was exhausted and sleepy.

In a while, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Her body was sticky too, covered in the smell of alcohol, feeling quite uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Sylvan Cheney wasn’t terribly annoying when drunk—just a bit clingy; everything else was okay.

She sat on the sofa, resting her head, dozing off.

The night was cool.

Outside, the leaves gently swayed, making a rustling sound.

The baby in her belly was still awake, occasionally kicking her.

Jasmine Yale sighed, having both big and small worries to care about.

Promised to let her peacefully give birth, yet Sylvan Cheney was still causing her trouble, really wondering if she owed him in a past life.

Her heart tingled with unspeakable emotions, and even her nerve endings were stimulated.

Thinking like that, Jasmine Yale began to nod off, nearly falling asleep.

"Jasmine, Jasmine..."

In her daze, Jasmine Yale heard Sylvan Cheney calling her.

Jasmine Yale was startled awake, rubbing her eyes.

"Jasmine..."

It was Sylvan Cheney calling her.

"What’s the matter..." she asked.

"There’s no shampoo left."

"..." Jasmine Yale’s head felt heavy, "How can there be no shampoo? I just checked that there was some earlier. Did you take the wrong one?"

"If there’s none, then there’s none. If you don’t believe it, come see for yourself."

"Fine." Jasmine Yale grumbled, really a handful, drunk like this.

Jasmine Yale stood up and walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom was full of white steam, Jasmine Yale carefully stepped on the non-slip mat.