[Ch3] Kluen Cheevit (Lakorn Thai) Mark Prin/Yaya Urassaya
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Another chapter my friends. This is chapter 6 in the current chronology, after the 'Pillow talk' chapter. People confused about what the hell I'm rambling on about please refer to the link below.
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“Jee. You ready to go?” Tit’s voice echoed through the house as he quickly strolled through the front doors. He had gotten a phone call from Chayan when he was at work. Piak had was in her final stages of labour so Tit was coming home early to pick Jee up and then head over to the hospital to welcome their baby niece into the world.
His question was met with silence so he bounded up the staircase two steps at a time to search for his wife, thinking she was probably resting in bed. At least, that is what he was hoping for as she was in her final month of pregnancy.
“Jee? Where are you, teerak?” he asked.
He walked into their bedroom expecting to see her in there but found nothing. Nor was she in the bathroom or any of the other rooms upstairs. It was making him a little anxious as Tit had just spoken with her on the phone not fifteen minutes ago to inform her that Piak was about to give birth and that he was coming home to pick her up. She was definitely at home. Why wasn’t she answering?
The lack of response was troubling him. Recently, anything slightly unexpected or out of the ordinary related to Jee always managed to cause his blood pressure to spike and made him jump to the conclusion that she was going into labour. When she had first experienced a Braxton-Hick contraction a couple weeks ago, he almost had a meltdown.
Despite the fact that they both knew what Braxton-Hick contractions were, Tit’s sense of reason flew from his mind the moment he saw his wife even in the mildest levels of discomfort. Jee, who was much more relaxed about the pregnancy, had watched in amusement as her husband had run to get her pre-packed hospital bag with the pace of an Olympic sprinter. He returned to find his wife giggling at him after her brief contraction had passed.
As Tit was coming back down the steps to continue his search, he faintly heard Jee call out, “P’Tit. I’m in the nursery.” He breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of her voice and then followed it towards the back of the house. It was coming from what was once a library and reading room situated adjacent to the main living room area.
It was a large room at the very back of the house that they had almost finished converting into a nursery for the baby. When they had both first realised that the staircase in their house was an absolute death trap for infants, they had decided to have the nursery downstairs instead of next to their master bedroom as originally planned. The large gaps between the large white planks of steps could easily allow a small child to slip and fall through.
As Jee was already well into her second trimester when they had both noticed the dangers of the staircase, having them reconstructed seemed too much of hassle to deal with. It would have required them to temporarily move out due to all the construction debris and noise. The next best option was just to have the nursery downstairs and wait until the baby was a little older to re-do the staircase. It was not a major concern yet as the the baby would not be arriving for another three weeks and it would take at least 6 months for the baby to become mobile and crawl. They still had time to baby proof things.
The only thing left to do to finish the nursery was move the large tufted velvet sofa that they used to sit and read on out of the room. Tit had already moved all the books from the library to a spare room upstairs, but the sofa was long and much heavier than it looked, thus requiring two pair of hands to move.
Tit already refused to allow his pregnant wife to hold even the lightest of grocery bags when they did their weekly shopping, so there was absolutely no way he would permit her to go anywhere near the heavy sofa, even though she had was extremely stubborn and tried. Chayan was supposed to come over yesterday to help Tit with it, but Piak had starting feeling a tightening pressure in her abdomen in the afternoon so he could not make it.
If there was anything that Jee and Tit had learnt about labour it was that, for the most part, it tended to take a long time. The movies often made the whole ordeal seem like it happens in the blink of an eye. As if the moment the water breaks, the baby would come rocketing out. That is not how it works, women often show signs of pre-labour for hours and even days before the real labour begins and the real labour itself may also extend for days. It was the ‘pushing’ part that was much faster and was the only part that the movies tended to show. There are exceptions, although they tend to be few and far in between. Consequently, news that Piak was in the pre-labour stage had not sent them bolting for the hospital, they could still be waiting for a while yet.
Piak was actually due to give birth almost a week ago, however the baby seemed to be in no hurry to exit her warm abode inside her mother. If Piak had not finally begin to show early signs of labour like she did yesterday, then she would have been induced into labour on the date they set this coming weekend.
Everyone had an inkling that Piak and Chayan’s daughter took after her mother in terms of size. Piak’s belly had always been rather small and looked similar in size to Jee’s despite being a month more advanced into her pregnancy. The alternative possibility was that Tit and Jee’s baby was very large, which Jee believed to be very likely due to the fact that everyone thought she was either having twins or about to give birth any time soon. It was most likely a combination of the two options.
Standing at the door to the nursery, Tit’s brows furrowed has he could not immediately spot his wife. The entry into the rectangular shaped room was through a door on the right side of the wall that separated the nursery and adjourning living room. That rest of that wall consisted of the now empty built-in bookshelves that sat atop of built-in cabinets which they already stocked with baby supplies and paraphernalia. The entire left wall of the room consisted of floor-to-ceiling windows that flanked the back left half of the house. Against the very back wall opposite the bookshelves was the inordinately heavy and large tufted sofa.
Looking at the sofa, Tit noticed that it had been pushed forwards as it now sat about half a metre away from the wall.
“I’m behind the sofa P’Tit.” Tit heard his wife softly speak.
Walking to peer behind the sofa, Tit stopped and looked down in astonishment to find his pregnant wife laying on her side, snug between the back of the sofa and the wall. Her feet were oriented towards the windows and her head was about a foot from where he stood.
“Um, what on earth are you doing down there?” He asked while directing a very quizzical look at her. She was laying on the ground with a militant like stiffness, as if she was planking sideways. It was not a position she was in by choice, she was as stuck as chewing gum to finely textured hair.
Jee had been naughty and had been sneakily decorating the nursery when Tit had expressly told her not to do any heavy lifting anymore. She hadn’t technically been lifting anything heavy as she had only been standing up on the couch to measure and mark the wall for a series of photo frames she wanted to hang up. As her husband was fanatical in his protectiveness, he had refused to allow her to lift a finger and do anything remotely strenuous the moment he realised she was pregnant. Thus, she had to wait for when he was away at work to try and do it.
Jee had reasoned that there really was no point in letting her husband do everything for her, like he insisted with all things now. She was perfectly capable of using a levelling ruler and drawing a few lines on the wall. Pregnancy had not rendered her completely inept.
This had been a continuous point of contention between the couple throughout the pregnancy. Tit was overprotective and Jee was insanely stubborn. However, Jee was not trying to be difficult for no reason, she knew her limits but she also had pathological reflex of doing things people told her not to do.
Tit did tend to over exaggerate the dangers of just about any activity to pregnant women. He had tried to stop her from walking up the stairs when she was five-months along and insisted that he should carry her. She had managed to negotiate that down to letting him walk her up it instead. Jee’s pregnancy had turned Tit into a bit of a nutcase, especially now that she was ballooning in size and having trouble with her general mobility. There was no way she was able to get up from sitting on the couch on her own now, unless she either laid down to roll off it or used the armrest as lever to hoist herself up.
To her demise, she had not anticipated that Tit would come home early today. When he had called her earlier, she had the levelling ruler in the perfect spot and did not want to go through the trouble of adjusting its position again, so she kept the ruler against the wall with one hand and used the other to reach into her pocket to answer her phone. Jee had used her shoulder to hold her phone against her ear during the phone call so her hand was free to continue marking lines on the wall. The excitement of learning that Piak was finally approaching the ‘push’ stage of labour caused her to lose grip of the ruler and it had slipped down the tiny gap between the sofa and the wall. She had grudgingly climbed down from the sofa slowly and steadily to account for her large, heavy belly that tended to tip her balance.
Unfortunately, when she was on the floor, laying down on her back with her side pressed against the sofa, the ruler was not within arm’s reach unless she crawled under sofa. If Jee had still boasted her slim pre-pregnancy physique, it would not have been a problem, but given the fact that her baby bump essentially added a foot on to the side-on measurement of her waist, that level of dexterity was no longer possible. The ruler had also landed upright on its end and because it was longer than the legs of the sofa, the side of the sofa held the ruler firmly upright against the wall, so to dislodge it, the sofa needed to be moved.
There was no way in hell she was going to let Tit do it because then he’d know that she’d been standing on the sofa and he’d have a heart attack. She was doing the heroic thing by protecting the delicate nerves of her husband. It was a win win.
After slowly getting up, Jee grabbed onto the corner of the sofa and with all her might and pulled it from the wall. Jee was not so irresponsible as to attempt to lift a heavy object during late stages of pregnancy. Here, she was merely pulling it along the ground. The only risk it could possibly pose to her health was if she slipped and fell, which is unlikely given she was on a non-slippery carpeted floor that would cushion any fall anyways.
Many people harboured some strange misconception that anything more intense than a resting state was going to make pregnant women spontaneously combust. It is actually recommended for pregnant women to stay active and healthy. It didn’t mean that one should go sign up for triathlon or go bungee jumping, but neither should pregnant women sit around and be stationary incubators. Tit had read all the same books that Jee had, in fact, he knew more about pregnancy than she did, with the exception of knowing what it actually felt like. Yet for some unknown reason, impending fatherhood was like steroids to his sense of protectiveness and tranquilliser to his logic of reasoning, he was on guard all the time. It was both endearing and exasperating.
It took her dozens of attempts and all of her energy to pull the darn sofa far enough from the wall to even squeeze her hips between the gap, but because the ruler had dropped down half way along the length of the couch, she needed to do the same to other corner as well. As she was once again pulled with all her might on the sofa corner, she did reluctantly acknowledge that Tit was right to forbid her from touching the mammoth-weighing furniture and requesting the help of Chayan to lift it upstairs into the spare room. There was no way she could support his kind of weight, even if she was not pregnant. By the time she had moved it as far as she could, she was spent and sweating.
She made the call to stand facing parallel to the wall and length of the sofa to retrieve the ruler as there was no way she could squeeze in sideways, her belly protruded much more in that dimension. The downside was that going front-on was much more unstable given the way her pregnancy weight has changed her centre of gravity. She slowly squatted down instead of bending forward because she knew it was bad for her spine to do so. However, because squatting was not something that was easily done in a confined space and with an added twenty pounds in pregnancy weight, her ankles and tiptoes struggled to hold her up. She lost balance and turned sideways as she slipped down towards the ground.
What ended up saving her was the cause of her downfall in the first place, her big baby bump. As she was larger in depth than she was in width, turning lodged her snugly between the wall and the back of the velvet sofa so she did not actually fall very fast or have a hard impact with the ground. It was more like in the movies, where someone would walk into a glass window and rather than falling as they would in reality, their face would slowly slide down it against the windows with their face getting comically distorted. So Jee proceeded along an embarrassingly slow descent and ended up stuck laying sideways on the floor with her belly against the sofa and her back against the wall.
Shit. Absolutely just what I need right now. Pregnancy has literally killed all my physical dexterity. Jee thought.
She tried to push the sofa further forwards to free herself but the darn sofa was far too heavy to push with only her right hand as her left was stuck under her body. Furthermore, pulling the sofa before had drained her, so grabbing the top of the sofa and trying to pull herself up was also out of the question. It was time to admit defeat. Her only other option was to wait for her husband to come home and then have him go into cardiac arrest upon discovery that his wife was stubborn as a bull and had gotten herself stuck, like the clumsy imbecile that she was.
So this isn’t a win win. It’s a lose lose. Jee thought.
In the end, she waited twelve minutes for her husband to arrive and save her from herself.
Now looking up over her left shoulder at her confused husband, Jee grinned innocently up at him. She was praying that by some miracle, the rush and excitement of getting to the hospital to see Piak would cause Tit to neglect the cause of her precarious position. She said, “I’m stuck.”
“What?!” Tit exclaimed in concern and immediately dropped down onto his knees and placed each of his palms against the back of sofa and wall in preparation to push them apart.
Just as he was about to shove the sofa forwards, he paused in thought and said, “Hold on a second”. Tit looked down at his wife who looked back up at him innocently and asked, “How did you get stuck in the first place?”
Clearly no miracles were being granted to Jee today, so she gave a general and evasive answer hoping he’d let it slide. Putting on the sweetest voice possible, she said “Oh nothing. I dropped something under the sofa and got stuck trying to pick it up.”
Jee’s tone of voice instantly told Tit that she was guilty of something. It was the voice she only ever used if she had been up to no good and did something he would not approve of. He surveilled the scene before him for clues. After properly taking in the out of position sofa, the levelling ruler in Jee’s hand, the pencil marks on the wall and the height at which they were drawn, Tit quickly pieced together exactly what had happened.
His initial panic of finding his pregnant wife wedged behind a sofa was quickly vanishing as she was clearly not in pain or injured. Jee obviously was okay and well enough to try and weasel her way out the trouble she was in.
The safety of his wife and child were paramount to him, which is why his impulses always went into overdrive if there was any potential danger to either of them. He did realise that most of the time they were just irrational fears but he could not help it. His entire world was housed inside in one being, and it was simply too precious for him not to protect it with everything that he had.
Tit bent over so he was on all fours. His head was perfectly aligned with hers, only at a 180 degree angle to each other. He leant down to give her an upside-down kisses as he spoke.
He kissed her forehead, “You.”
Then kissed her left cheek, “Are.”
Then her right cheek, “Going.”
Her nose, “To.”
Her left jaw, “Be.”
Right jaw, “The.”
Chin, “Death.”
Neck, “Of.”
And finally he went back up to place a deep kiss on her lips, “Me.”
She stared up at him with the cheekiest of smiles and giggled.
Tit decided not to lecture his wife this time, instead he was going be play the role of karma. Tit was actually beginning to see the hilarity of the scene before him and the more he looked the funnier it got. His full grown adult wife was stuck behind a damn sofa looking as helpless as a lost Teletubby. What made it even more perfect was the fact that her silhouette in her maternity overalls made her resemble a Teletubby as well.
He had a lightbulb moment and reached into his pockets and pulled out his phone. Opening the camera app, he got up off the floor and walked to where her feet were on the other end of the sofa. His wife stared at him perplexed as to what he was doing. The sound effects of the camera made Jee realise what diabolical machination he was up to.
“Khun Sathit! Stop that right now! This is not funny!” She shrieked in embarrassment.
Tit could not hold in the laughter anymore and let it all out in hearty chuckles while his fuming wife was shooting dangers at him through her eyes.
Not being able to resist poking fun at her given that it served her right for being so damn stubborn, Tit teased, “My, my, my. How the mighty have fallen. Pun intended.”
Unaccustomed to being the butt of the joke in their relationship, she wanted out of her predicament as fast as possible. Jee squealed at her husband, “P’Tit! Get me out of here! I’ve been here since you called me fifteen minutes ago! I can’t feel my left arm anymore; it’s been squished under me for ages!”
“Holy shit!” Tit’s protective instincts flared into action. He dropped his phone onto the sofa and in one swift push, he shoved the offending furniture a few feet forwards. Leaning down, Tit scooped his wife into his arms. He then walked around to the other side of the sofa and gently placed her on it, followed by crouching down in front of her to massage her arm to stimulate more blood circulation.
“Feel better?” He smiled at her.
“Yes, but I’ll feel even better if you delete those photos.” Jee looked at her husband expectantly and laid her palm out for him to place the phone in it.
Surprisingly, he simply handed the phone over to her, “Here.” He was probably too distracted by that fact that his wife had just spent the past fifteen minutes trapped waiting for him to come rescue her.
Jee quickly opened the photo gallery and deleted the offending photos before returning the phone.
Looking up, she saw her husband staring vulnerably into her eyes. She felt a distinct change in his mood.
“Jee?” Tit murmured in a soft tone.
“Mmmm?” She softly said.
“Can you please be more careful next time?” He requested sincerely without a hint of reproach.
She slowly nodded as she could detect how much he needed it.
Tit continued to speak, “Remember on the day I proposed to you? You said that you were afraid of losing me; that you could barely stand the thought of it?”
“Yes.” She whispered.
“Okay now imagine that type of fear and double it. It was already incomprehensible to begin with right? But you are currently two people who my world completely revolves around, all packaged into one.” Tit sighed and reached his hand up to cup and stroke her cheek as the other hand caressed her belly. “I know I can go a little overboard on the protectiveness and when that is truly the case, feel free to ignore me. But right now, we know that your balance isn’t the best, so please no more standing on chairs okay? At least not when I’m not here to catch you if you fall. Promise me?”
Tit’s words really put into context the origin of his ferocity in which he safeguarded her. It was the same for how she felt about him, only he wasn’t carrying their child inside him. It didn’t necessarily make his love greater because it was like multiplying infinity, the result is still infinity. It knew no bounds. However, she did see his point.
“I promise.” Jee said.
Tit leaned in to kiss his wife briefly before pulling her into a tight hug.
Tit’s phone ringing broke them from their embrace. Tit looked down at his phone to find that it was Chayan calling.
Tit answered the call and placed it on speaker to hear Chayan blast at them. “Where the hell are you two?! You coming or what? Piak is pushing now! Hurry the hell up!”
They could also simultaneously hear Piak yelling in the background. “Chayan! I am literally pushing your child out of my vagina! Get off the GODDAMN phone!” Piak then let out an ear splitting scream that send chills down Tit and Jee’s spine and caused them to stare at each other in abject horror.
“We’ll be there soon!” Jee grabbed the phone and yelled into it before hanging up.
As she was doing so, Tit lifted Jee into his arms and walked hastily towards the front door. Jee had to acknowledge that him carrying her was much faster than the speedy waddle that was the best substitute for running at this late stage in her pregnancy.
“Oh my god! How the hell did we forget about Piak back there?!” Jee asked although they both knew the answer. They both had an uncanny ability to forget the rest of the world existed when they were together.
Just as Tit was placing Jee down into the passenger seat of the car, Chayan sent a text to Tit, which Jee opened.
She giggled uncontrollably as Chayan had sent the “F*ck You” meme of angry Tit again.
As Tit got into the car, Jee showed him the text, which made him roll his eyes.
As he started the ignition, he smiled at Jee and said, “Scroll up in the text with Chayan.”
Jee did as she was instructed to find that Tit had sent various photos of her stuck behind the sofa to Chayan, followed by a text saying 'Meme this'.
That’s why he had let her delete them from his phone with so little fuss, he had already shared the horrid things to the King of Memes!
“Khun Sathit!!” Jee squealed in outrage.
“Guess I’m not the only one who shall be the subject of an embarrassing meme then?” Tit teased with an amazing sense of satisfaction.
His question was met with silence so he bounded up the staircase two steps at a time to search for his wife, thinking she was probably resting in bed. At least, that is what he was hoping for as she was in her final month of pregnancy.
“Jee? Where are you, teerak?” he asked.
He walked into their bedroom expecting to see her in there but found nothing. Nor was she in the bathroom or any of the other rooms upstairs. It was making him a little anxious as Tit had just spoken with her on the phone not fifteen minutes ago to inform her that Piak was about to give birth and that he was coming home to pick her up. She was definitely at home. Why wasn’t she answering?
The lack of response was troubling him. Recently, anything slightly unexpected or out of the ordinary related to Jee always managed to cause his blood pressure to spike and made him jump to the conclusion that she was going into labour. When she had first experienced a Braxton-Hick contraction a couple weeks ago, he almost had a meltdown.
Despite the fact that they both knew what Braxton-Hick contractions were, Tit’s sense of reason flew from his mind the moment he saw his wife even in the mildest levels of discomfort. Jee, who was much more relaxed about the pregnancy, had watched in amusement as her husband had run to get her pre-packed hospital bag with the pace of an Olympic sprinter. He returned to find his wife giggling at him after her brief contraction had passed.
As Tit was coming back down the steps to continue his search, he faintly heard Jee call out, “P’Tit. I’m in the nursery.” He breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of her voice and then followed it towards the back of the house. It was coming from what was once a library and reading room situated adjacent to the main living room area.
It was a large room at the very back of the house that they had almost finished converting into a nursery for the baby. When they had both first realised that the staircase in their house was an absolute death trap for infants, they had decided to have the nursery downstairs instead of next to their master bedroom as originally planned. The large gaps between the large white planks of steps could easily allow a small child to slip and fall through.
As Jee was already well into her second trimester when they had both noticed the dangers of the staircase, having them reconstructed seemed too much of hassle to deal with. It would have required them to temporarily move out due to all the construction debris and noise. The next best option was just to have the nursery downstairs and wait until the baby was a little older to re-do the staircase. It was not a major concern yet as the the baby would not be arriving for another three weeks and it would take at least 6 months for the baby to become mobile and crawl. They still had time to baby proof things.
The only thing left to do to finish the nursery was move the large tufted velvet sofa that they used to sit and read on out of the room. Tit had already moved all the books from the library to a spare room upstairs, but the sofa was long and much heavier than it looked, thus requiring two pair of hands to move.
Tit already refused to allow his pregnant wife to hold even the lightest of grocery bags when they did their weekly shopping, so there was absolutely no way he would permit her to go anywhere near the heavy sofa, even though she had was extremely stubborn and tried. Chayan was supposed to come over yesterday to help Tit with it, but Piak had starting feeling a tightening pressure in her abdomen in the afternoon so he could not make it.
If there was anything that Jee and Tit had learnt about labour it was that, for the most part, it tended to take a long time. The movies often made the whole ordeal seem like it happens in the blink of an eye. As if the moment the water breaks, the baby would come rocketing out. That is not how it works, women often show signs of pre-labour for hours and even days before the real labour begins and the real labour itself may also extend for days. It was the ‘pushing’ part that was much faster and was the only part that the movies tended to show. There are exceptions, although they tend to be few and far in between. Consequently, news that Piak was in the pre-labour stage had not sent them bolting for the hospital, they could still be waiting for a while yet.
Piak was actually due to give birth almost a week ago, however the baby seemed to be in no hurry to exit her warm abode inside her mother. If Piak had not finally begin to show early signs of labour like she did yesterday, then she would have been induced into labour on the date they set this coming weekend.
Everyone had an inkling that Piak and Chayan’s daughter took after her mother in terms of size. Piak’s belly had always been rather small and looked similar in size to Jee’s despite being a month more advanced into her pregnancy. The alternative possibility was that Tit and Jee’s baby was very large, which Jee believed to be very likely due to the fact that everyone thought she was either having twins or about to give birth any time soon. It was most likely a combination of the two options.
Standing at the door to the nursery, Tit’s brows furrowed has he could not immediately spot his wife. The entry into the rectangular shaped room was through a door on the right side of the wall that separated the nursery and adjourning living room. That rest of that wall consisted of the now empty built-in bookshelves that sat atop of built-in cabinets which they already stocked with baby supplies and paraphernalia. The entire left wall of the room consisted of floor-to-ceiling windows that flanked the back left half of the house. Against the very back wall opposite the bookshelves was the inordinately heavy and large tufted sofa.
Looking at the sofa, Tit noticed that it had been pushed forwards as it now sat about half a metre away from the wall.
“I’m behind the sofa P’Tit.” Tit heard his wife softly speak.
Walking to peer behind the sofa, Tit stopped and looked down in astonishment to find his pregnant wife laying on her side, snug between the back of the sofa and the wall. Her feet were oriented towards the windows and her head was about a foot from where he stood.
“Um, what on earth are you doing down there?” He asked while directing a very quizzical look at her. She was laying on the ground with a militant like stiffness, as if she was planking sideways. It was not a position she was in by choice, she was as stuck as chewing gum to finely textured hair.
Jee had been naughty and had been sneakily decorating the nursery when Tit had expressly told her not to do any heavy lifting anymore. She hadn’t technically been lifting anything heavy as she had only been standing up on the couch to measure and mark the wall for a series of photo frames she wanted to hang up. As her husband was fanatical in his protectiveness, he had refused to allow her to lift a finger and do anything remotely strenuous the moment he realised she was pregnant. Thus, she had to wait for when he was away at work to try and do it.
Jee had reasoned that there really was no point in letting her husband do everything for her, like he insisted with all things now. She was perfectly capable of using a levelling ruler and drawing a few lines on the wall. Pregnancy had not rendered her completely inept.
This had been a continuous point of contention between the couple throughout the pregnancy. Tit was overprotective and Jee was insanely stubborn. However, Jee was not trying to be difficult for no reason, she knew her limits but she also had pathological reflex of doing things people told her not to do.
Tit did tend to over exaggerate the dangers of just about any activity to pregnant women. He had tried to stop her from walking up the stairs when she was five-months along and insisted that he should carry her. She had managed to negotiate that down to letting him walk her up it instead. Jee’s pregnancy had turned Tit into a bit of a nutcase, especially now that she was ballooning in size and having trouble with her general mobility. There was no way she was able to get up from sitting on the couch on her own now, unless she either laid down to roll off it or used the armrest as lever to hoist herself up.
To her demise, she had not anticipated that Tit would come home early today. When he had called her earlier, she had the levelling ruler in the perfect spot and did not want to go through the trouble of adjusting its position again, so she kept the ruler against the wall with one hand and used the other to reach into her pocket to answer her phone. Jee had used her shoulder to hold her phone against her ear during the phone call so her hand was free to continue marking lines on the wall. The excitement of learning that Piak was finally approaching the ‘push’ stage of labour caused her to lose grip of the ruler and it had slipped down the tiny gap between the sofa and the wall. She had grudgingly climbed down from the sofa slowly and steadily to account for her large, heavy belly that tended to tip her balance.
Unfortunately, when she was on the floor, laying down on her back with her side pressed against the sofa, the ruler was not within arm’s reach unless she crawled under sofa. If Jee had still boasted her slim pre-pregnancy physique, it would not have been a problem, but given the fact that her baby bump essentially added a foot on to the side-on measurement of her waist, that level of dexterity was no longer possible. The ruler had also landed upright on its end and because it was longer than the legs of the sofa, the side of the sofa held the ruler firmly upright against the wall, so to dislodge it, the sofa needed to be moved.
There was no way in hell she was going to let Tit do it because then he’d know that she’d been standing on the sofa and he’d have a heart attack. She was doing the heroic thing by protecting the delicate nerves of her husband. It was a win win.
After slowly getting up, Jee grabbed onto the corner of the sofa and with all her might and pulled it from the wall. Jee was not so irresponsible as to attempt to lift a heavy object during late stages of pregnancy. Here, she was merely pulling it along the ground. The only risk it could possibly pose to her health was if she slipped and fell, which is unlikely given she was on a non-slippery carpeted floor that would cushion any fall anyways.
Many people harboured some strange misconception that anything more intense than a resting state was going to make pregnant women spontaneously combust. It is actually recommended for pregnant women to stay active and healthy. It didn’t mean that one should go sign up for triathlon or go bungee jumping, but neither should pregnant women sit around and be stationary incubators. Tit had read all the same books that Jee had, in fact, he knew more about pregnancy than she did, with the exception of knowing what it actually felt like. Yet for some unknown reason, impending fatherhood was like steroids to his sense of protectiveness and tranquilliser to his logic of reasoning, he was on guard all the time. It was both endearing and exasperating.
It took her dozens of attempts and all of her energy to pull the darn sofa far enough from the wall to even squeeze her hips between the gap, but because the ruler had dropped down half way along the length of the couch, she needed to do the same to other corner as well. As she was once again pulled with all her might on the sofa corner, she did reluctantly acknowledge that Tit was right to forbid her from touching the mammoth-weighing furniture and requesting the help of Chayan to lift it upstairs into the spare room. There was no way she could support his kind of weight, even if she was not pregnant. By the time she had moved it as far as she could, she was spent and sweating.
She made the call to stand facing parallel to the wall and length of the sofa to retrieve the ruler as there was no way she could squeeze in sideways, her belly protruded much more in that dimension. The downside was that going front-on was much more unstable given the way her pregnancy weight has changed her centre of gravity. She slowly squatted down instead of bending forward because she knew it was bad for her spine to do so. However, because squatting was not something that was easily done in a confined space and with an added twenty pounds in pregnancy weight, her ankles and tiptoes struggled to hold her up. She lost balance and turned sideways as she slipped down towards the ground.
What ended up saving her was the cause of her downfall in the first place, her big baby bump. As she was larger in depth than she was in width, turning lodged her snugly between the wall and the back of the velvet sofa so she did not actually fall very fast or have a hard impact with the ground. It was more like in the movies, where someone would walk into a glass window and rather than falling as they would in reality, their face would slowly slide down it against the windows with their face getting comically distorted. So Jee proceeded along an embarrassingly slow descent and ended up stuck laying sideways on the floor with her belly against the sofa and her back against the wall.
Shit. Absolutely just what I need right now. Pregnancy has literally killed all my physical dexterity. Jee thought.
She tried to push the sofa further forwards to free herself but the darn sofa was far too heavy to push with only her right hand as her left was stuck under her body. Furthermore, pulling the sofa before had drained her, so grabbing the top of the sofa and trying to pull herself up was also out of the question. It was time to admit defeat. Her only other option was to wait for her husband to come home and then have him go into cardiac arrest upon discovery that his wife was stubborn as a bull and had gotten herself stuck, like the clumsy imbecile that she was.
So this isn’t a win win. It’s a lose lose. Jee thought.
In the end, she waited twelve minutes for her husband to arrive and save her from herself.
Now looking up over her left shoulder at her confused husband, Jee grinned innocently up at him. She was praying that by some miracle, the rush and excitement of getting to the hospital to see Piak would cause Tit to neglect the cause of her precarious position. She said, “I’m stuck.”
“What?!” Tit exclaimed in concern and immediately dropped down onto his knees and placed each of his palms against the back of sofa and wall in preparation to push them apart.
Just as he was about to shove the sofa forwards, he paused in thought and said, “Hold on a second”. Tit looked down at his wife who looked back up at him innocently and asked, “How did you get stuck in the first place?”
Clearly no miracles were being granted to Jee today, so she gave a general and evasive answer hoping he’d let it slide. Putting on the sweetest voice possible, she said “Oh nothing. I dropped something under the sofa and got stuck trying to pick it up.”
Jee’s tone of voice instantly told Tit that she was guilty of something. It was the voice she only ever used if she had been up to no good and did something he would not approve of. He surveilled the scene before him for clues. After properly taking in the out of position sofa, the levelling ruler in Jee’s hand, the pencil marks on the wall and the height at which they were drawn, Tit quickly pieced together exactly what had happened.
His initial panic of finding his pregnant wife wedged behind a sofa was quickly vanishing as she was clearly not in pain or injured. Jee obviously was okay and well enough to try and weasel her way out the trouble she was in.
The safety of his wife and child were paramount to him, which is why his impulses always went into overdrive if there was any potential danger to either of them. He did realise that most of the time they were just irrational fears but he could not help it. His entire world was housed inside in one being, and it was simply too precious for him not to protect it with everything that he had.
Tit bent over so he was on all fours. His head was perfectly aligned with hers, only at a 180 degree angle to each other. He leant down to give her an upside-down kisses as he spoke.
He kissed her forehead, “You.”
Then kissed her left cheek, “Are.”
Then her right cheek, “Going.”
Her nose, “To.”
Her left jaw, “Be.”
Right jaw, “The.”
Chin, “Death.”
Neck, “Of.”
And finally he went back up to place a deep kiss on her lips, “Me.”
She stared up at him with the cheekiest of smiles and giggled.
Tit decided not to lecture his wife this time, instead he was going be play the role of karma. Tit was actually beginning to see the hilarity of the scene before him and the more he looked the funnier it got. His full grown adult wife was stuck behind a damn sofa looking as helpless as a lost Teletubby. What made it even more perfect was the fact that her silhouette in her maternity overalls made her resemble a Teletubby as well.
He had a lightbulb moment and reached into his pockets and pulled out his phone. Opening the camera app, he got up off the floor and walked to where her feet were on the other end of the sofa. His wife stared at him perplexed as to what he was doing. The sound effects of the camera made Jee realise what diabolical machination he was up to.
“Khun Sathit! Stop that right now! This is not funny!” She shrieked in embarrassment.
Tit could not hold in the laughter anymore and let it all out in hearty chuckles while his fuming wife was shooting dangers at him through her eyes.
Not being able to resist poking fun at her given that it served her right for being so damn stubborn, Tit teased, “My, my, my. How the mighty have fallen. Pun intended.”
Unaccustomed to being the butt of the joke in their relationship, she wanted out of her predicament as fast as possible. Jee squealed at her husband, “P’Tit! Get me out of here! I’ve been here since you called me fifteen minutes ago! I can’t feel my left arm anymore; it’s been squished under me for ages!”
“Holy shit!” Tit’s protective instincts flared into action. He dropped his phone onto the sofa and in one swift push, he shoved the offending furniture a few feet forwards. Leaning down, Tit scooped his wife into his arms. He then walked around to the other side of the sofa and gently placed her on it, followed by crouching down in front of her to massage her arm to stimulate more blood circulation.
“Feel better?” He smiled at her.
“Yes, but I’ll feel even better if you delete those photos.” Jee looked at her husband expectantly and laid her palm out for him to place the phone in it.
Surprisingly, he simply handed the phone over to her, “Here.” He was probably too distracted by that fact that his wife had just spent the past fifteen minutes trapped waiting for him to come rescue her.
Jee quickly opened the photo gallery and deleted the offending photos before returning the phone.
Looking up, she saw her husband staring vulnerably into her eyes. She felt a distinct change in his mood.
“Jee?” Tit murmured in a soft tone.
“Mmmm?” She softly said.
“Can you please be more careful next time?” He requested sincerely without a hint of reproach.
She slowly nodded as she could detect how much he needed it.
Tit continued to speak, “Remember on the day I proposed to you? You said that you were afraid of losing me; that you could barely stand the thought of it?”
“Yes.” She whispered.
“Okay now imagine that type of fear and double it. It was already incomprehensible to begin with right? But you are currently two people who my world completely revolves around, all packaged into one.” Tit sighed and reached his hand up to cup and stroke her cheek as the other hand caressed her belly. “I know I can go a little overboard on the protectiveness and when that is truly the case, feel free to ignore me. But right now, we know that your balance isn’t the best, so please no more standing on chairs okay? At least not when I’m not here to catch you if you fall. Promise me?”
Tit’s words really put into context the origin of his ferocity in which he safeguarded her. It was the same for how she felt about him, only he wasn’t carrying their child inside him. It didn’t necessarily make his love greater because it was like multiplying infinity, the result is still infinity. It knew no bounds. However, she did see his point.
“I promise.” Jee said.
Tit leaned in to kiss his wife briefly before pulling her into a tight hug.
Tit’s phone ringing broke them from their embrace. Tit looked down at his phone to find that it was Chayan calling.
Tit answered the call and placed it on speaker to hear Chayan blast at them. “Where the hell are you two?! You coming or what? Piak is pushing now! Hurry the hell up!”
They could also simultaneously hear Piak yelling in the background. “Chayan! I am literally pushing your child out of my vagina! Get off the GODDAMN phone!” Piak then let out an ear splitting scream that send chills down Tit and Jee’s spine and caused them to stare at each other in abject horror.
“We’ll be there soon!” Jee grabbed the phone and yelled into it before hanging up.
As she was doing so, Tit lifted Jee into his arms and walked hastily towards the front door. Jee had to acknowledge that him carrying her was much faster than the speedy waddle that was the best substitute for running at this late stage in her pregnancy.
“Oh my god! How the hell did we forget about Piak back there?!” Jee asked although they both knew the answer. They both had an uncanny ability to forget the rest of the world existed when they were together.
Just as Tit was placing Jee down into the passenger seat of the car, Chayan sent a text to Tit, which Jee opened.
She giggled uncontrollably as Chayan had sent the “F*ck You” meme of angry Tit again.
As Tit got into the car, Jee showed him the text, which made him roll his eyes.
As he started the ignition, he smiled at Jee and said, “Scroll up in the text with Chayan.”
Jee did as she was instructed to find that Tit had sent various photos of her stuck behind the sofa to Chayan, followed by a text saying 'Meme this'.
That’s why he had let her delete them from his phone with so little fuss, he had already shared the horrid things to the King of Memes!
“Khun Sathit!!” Jee squealed in outrage.
“Guess I’m not the only one who shall be the subject of an embarrassing meme then?” Tit teased with an amazing sense of satisfaction.
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Waffle
❤ BTS ❤
I prefer Matt too, I feel like Kim has so many of those roles. But then i want Kim too cause i feel like they'll never be put into consideration again. Either one i'll be happy and still watch.
Anyways I'm happy MY are still getting events!! They're so cute!!
awesomeMustaches
sarNie Hatchling
Also, we have to take note that NK got double digit ratings and NY I believe never got double digit ratings, although if we compare the ratings of RP and KC they're technically of equal level since at the moment of RP's airing they still had analogue channels so more people could watch, since KC is in digital age getting ratings more than 6 is considered high.
Thank you!!! love your KC ff always.
Mark_YaYa@Phils
sarNie Egg
Oh my gosh this is it. One of my most awaited moment of Mark and Yaya. They look like Sathit and Ms. Jee to me because of their outfit. And look how mark holds yaya's hand as he help her down the stairs. It is really really cute. I hope to see more project for them. Really miss them so much. And I hope to see a full version of Vision 101 video in HD.
Noire89
Simply smile
I feel Matt would suit the role better since she actually looks older than Barry.
I want them to get something together and if this is the one they get then so be it. But I hope that Channel 3 listens to us and brings them together soon! As low as the chances are I want to believe in the elders giving us what we want!
And yes so happy to hear that MY are doing events together
.@Noire89THANKS A LOT 4 YOUR RECS I HAVE WATCHED THE K2 AND LIKED IT BUT ACTUALLY KLUEN CHEEWIT HAS RISEN THE BAR 4 EVERY OTHER SHOW .I REMEMBER ONLY BEING THIS EXCITED WHILE WATCHING "SECRET LOVE" OF JI SUNG BUT EVEN THAT SHOW DIDN'T HAVE THE SKINSHIP THAT WAS IN KC . I HOPE I CAN FIND ANOTHER SHOW AS CAPTIVATING AS THESEYou're welcome
Ok, so here are some recomendations hopefully you haven't seen these:
Kdramas
Moonlight Drawn by Clouds *cute love story*
The K2 *action packed, intense, the love story is a bit of a slow burn but the kisses are worthy of the wait in my opinion
Scarlet Heart:Ryeo * warning does not have a true happy ending but I liked it and the male lead
These are the ones I have finished so far and KC, lol!
Edited to put in warnings
Noire89
Simply smile
Ah alright. Just to warn you the other two I recomend are historical fiction but they aren't boring with long speeches, lol! I hate historicals and for the two male leads I watched the dramas and enjoyed the kdramas to the fullest.
Also I agree with you 100% KC set the bar high in the drama department.
Erlee
sarNie Egg
I asked the same question lol...I think he gradually developed feelings during the time he helped Jee's grandma because everything he did from that point was to win against her but he kept failing. No matter how much he wanted to see her was a bad person, the things she did and the people that loves her all say she good. He just didn't want to see her happy if he wasn't, jealousy began when Jade appeared and Chaiyan was around.
I wish they had that question answered when Sathit asked Jee. *sigh*
Waffle
❤ BTS ❤
I feel like Thit appreciated her for saving his life at the island and saying all those nice words to him about Tew (forgot her name). BUT then he truly fell in love with her when she was shot but refused to tell him, during that time he also heard the voice message from Jee's mom and he saw a whole different person, I think he really truly believe she was a great person and selfless and that he was wrong about her from the start. To be honest that was one of my favorite scenes and thats what I really loved about Jee, she cares about others much more than herself. Even the people that hurts her, like Piak, she still wanted to help their marriage. And with Noey,she didn't even try to hurt her despite how much shit she did to hurt Jee.
I kinda don't understand how they wrote Jee's character too, cause in the beginning she seems almost like a diva, and she fought back with Noey. Then later she didn't even try, she seemed almost weak and careless. Maybe cause Sathit?
I kinda don't understand how they wrote Jee's character too, cause in the beginning she seems almost like a diva, and she fought back with Noey. Then later she didn't even try, she seemed almost weak and careless. Maybe cause Sathit?
Noire89
Simply smile
Tough question but here's my take on it after re watching episode one today( had me a two hour break)
Okay so he finds her beautiful from the start, he doesn't figure out he wants her physically until they fight in the parking lot after he filmed G and her mom's argument and slap. He's shocked and angry at himself for feeling something more than raging anger toward her. Hence that moment of pause and staring at each other while struggling over his phone. The softening starts when they are running from Sitta and spend the night at the island, the morning after he wakes up and looks up and sees G's sleeping face and he's struggling with whatever it is that's happening to him. Which is why just before they get found by his friend Thit was going to hide from G who had gone out in search for him. To me he gave in to his feelings after G got shot and her grandma passed away and they were in the hospital and he consoled her. Which made the discovery of the "truth" and evidence given to him by Sitta all the more painful and hurtful to him.
Y'all I have a problem, I need help. I'm wayy too into this lakorn. Lol!
My next dissertation is going to be on this kind of thing. Along the lines of: why are some drama stories so addictive and how do they impact the lives of the viewers.
I'm in serious need of help though
Maybe they didn't know the answer like us. We can see how and when Jee started to love and care for Thit. I think when they run away from bad guys and Jee took a shot without telling him. And he knew that she is different what he had to hear. Plus the hospital scenes scenes when she cried for grandma's death. I think Thit was hurt to see her like that. We can see that Thit started to care more about Jee. I'm still into this lakorn.
One more thing I noticed when rewatch is Thit was totaly- super annoy when saw Jade face. There was the scene when Thit took Jane home after went to his friend's house for laptop. I smiled when watching that scene like he had no reason for dislike Jade if he didn't feel jealous.
I agree that Thit needed to do more to get Jee back when I rewatch the beginning but toward the end, I don't want to see Thit suffer much
What we can say when Jee loves Thit so much to forgive him everything
Noire89
Simply smile
My petty self was like just a few more weeks girl of him on his knees, you can do it! But G was sweet about it and probably thought he was hit by a truck, he nearly died, and about killing (accidentally) his fiancee.
Waffle
❤ BTS ❤
Yep, at least she knows life was too short. But omg not even a little bit of torture when he found her.
Noire89
Simply smile
I know! I loved him being all cute but I wanted more of his tears like in the car scene when he didn't find her.
allicho
sarNie Oldmaid
My beef besides Jade, Jane, and sometimes Chaiyan, was that the director didn't put enough time in the scene to show Thit's reaction when Piak told him that Jee is pregnant with his baby. I would like a few more moments of him taking in the information and showing more emotions such as surprise or happy. I felt that he didn't have enough time to take it all in, basically he was running across the bridge and then was next to her in the hospital hallway shielding over her.
***Then again, maybe it didn't matter to him cause he still love Jee anyway even after hearing that Jee was pregnant with Chaiyan?