Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]-Chapter 300 - 301 - Impatient to wait

Jinju’s trembling hands clutched the edge of the table as she stared at the untouched bowl of soup. The warm broth steamed gently, a contrast to the cold pit twisting in her stomach. Across from her, Shen Shinju quietly picked at his food, though he too barely tasted anything. The silence between them was not awkward—it was heavy. Shared.

The faint light of City S’s protected perimeter glowed behind them, but it offered little comfort tonight. It was peaceful here—too peaceful, when her son was out there somewhere in chaos and danger.

Shinju finally broke the stillness, voice quiet. "You haven’t eaten much."

Jinju forced a tight smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "I could say the same to you."

He said nothing more. Just resumed eating, the click of chopsticks the only sound between them.

Then, after a pause, Jinju’s voice returned—barely a whisper.

"Mister Shen..."

Shinju looked up. Her expression was taut, lips pressed together with restrained emotion.

"...Is it possible for you to spare me a car?"

Shinju froze mid-bite.

"I want to go search for Yunfeng." Her voice cracked on his name.

He lowered his chopsticks slowly. "Jinju..."

She straightened her back. "Please."

Shinju sighed, brows knitting together. "The situation outside is worse than before. You’ve seen the reports—mutated undead, packs gathering. We’ve killed over fifty just outside the city walls in the last twenty-four hours alone. It’s not just dangerous—it’s suicidal."

"So what if it is?" she snapped suddenly, the chair scraping against the wooden floor as she pushed it back. Her voice rose, trembled. "So what if I can’t handle it?!"

Her fingers dug into the table as she stood, tears threatening to spill. "Do you know what it’s like, Mister Shen? To sit here every day, every night, not knowing where your child is? Not knowing if he’s alive or dead or in pain?"

Shinju stood too, his expression concerned. "Jinju—"

"No!" she cut in, her voice breaking. "I can’t do this anymore. I’ve waited and waited, trusting that he’d come back. But what if he doesn’t? What if I wait here like a coward and one day someone just hands me his ashes in a bag?!"

She let out a bitter laugh, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I’m his mother. I’m supposed to protect him. I didn’t do anything when they took him from me. I didn’t fight then. But I will now. Even if I die out there, at least let me die trying to reach him!"

The room fell into heavy silence. Shinju looked at her—really looked. There was no hesitation in her eyes, no uncertainty. Just pain, and a mother’s impossible resolve.

After a long pause, he exhaled, voice quiet. "You won’t be able to go alone. I’ll need to assign at least two escorts, and you’ll have to listen to them. No reckless decisions."

Jinju’s eyes widened slightly. "You’ll... let me go?"

Shinju nodded, jaw tense. "I can’t stop you. And I know better than to try. But if you’re going to walk into hell, I’ll at least make sure you’re not alone."

She let out a soft, broken breath of relief, collapsing back into her seat. "Thank you... thank you..."

Shinju didn’t respond right away. He only sat back down beside her and refilled her bowl of soup.

"Eat," he said softly. "You’ll need your strength."

Right after finishing the food linju ran over to pack.

Jinju stood in the pantry with the door wide open, the overhead light casting a pale glow over the well-stocked shelves. The chaos outside hadn’t yet reached City S’s inner circle, and food here remained abundant—for now. But that could change any day. And Yunfeng... she didn’t know if he had eaten properly for weeks.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached up and pulled down a large pack of instant noodles—his favorite flavor, the one he always asked for when he got sick or had a bad day at school.

"Spicy beef," she whispered, brushing the corner of the packaging softly as if touching a memory.

She added it to the growing pile in the basket on the kitchen table. Next came a row of rice cakes, a small jar of the peanut butter he used to sneak spoonfuls of when he thought she wasn’t looking, and individually wrapped cookies. Every item that passed through her hands came with a wave of memory—Yunfeng’s laughter, the way he used to sneak into the kitchen late at night, the way he used to ask if she had cooked extra for his friends, even if they weren’t coming.

She sniffled but didn’t let herself cry.

No more crying. She needed to be strong now.

Bottled water. Multivitamins. Canned fruit. She packed it all, organizing the supplies tightly into sealed containers. Even small instant tea sachets—he used to say they helped calm him down.

Every movement was quiet but purposeful.

Shinju appeared at the doorway as she was sealing one of the boxes. He said nothing at first, just leaned against the frame, watching her with an unreadable expression.

"You’re packing like you’re going to feed an army," he finally said gently.

She paused, glancing up. Her eyes were tired but unwavering. "He’ll share it, I’m sure. That’s the kind of boy I raised."

Shinju nodded slowly. "That’s true."

She looked back down, sealing the lid on the last container. "I know it’s irrational to bring this much... but it’s the only thing I can do right now. Feed him. Care for him. I missed his meals for years. Maybe this time, I’ll get to watch him eat."

Her voice cracked, but she caught herself before it became a sob.

Shinju didn’t move. He just watched her—then took a step forward and gently helped her lift one of the heavier boxes.

"We’ll load these into the car. We leave at dawn."

Jinju nodded, wiping the back of her hand across her cheek. "Thank you. Really."

Wait....

She paused looking his way. "You said we..."

"Yeah I’m not letting you go alone so I’m going as your guard,"