Pregnant mature woman

I understand that Jingzhu is determined this time, and I unintentionally forced her to do this.
Jingzhu knows she can't bear another betrayal in their relationship; she needs to hold me firmly in her grasp. This failure will ruin her life, leaving her with no chance to recover. That's why she took this shocking action. Women are more courageous than men when they're crazy.
For me, any forceful action will only strengthen her resolve; only a gentle approach might have a chance to persuade her to change her mind.
"Jingzhu, I completely understand how you feel, but you also need to give me time to face all of this. We've been married for so long; you should understand how I've treated you. I'm not the kind of person who starts something and then abandons it. Over the years, I've done so much for you. Why? Do you think I'd willingly be pathetic? Just to seek thrills with other women? I'm also under a lot of pressure, but I pretended not to care for you. Okay, that's all I'll say. You'd better take care of yourself." I said a lot, my voice trembling with emotion.
"Since you care about me, let me give birth to this child. I'm not doing this for myself; I know there's danger, but for our future, I'm willing to bear it, you know?" She had learned to use closeness as a retreat. It was over; there was no hope at all.
I even considered tricking my daughter away from Sijin, never letting Sijin see her again, making her believe from a young age that Jingzhu was her biological mother. Maybe that would stop Jingzhu from taking such a risk. But such a thought only flashed through my mind; it was too vicious. Just thinking about it almost gave me a cold sweat. My daughter was too important to Sijin, more important than herself. I couldn't imagine what Sijin would do if she lost her daughter. She might go crazy, she might die. I dared not think about it anymore; thinking about it would give me nightmares.
Three months passed in a flash. "March is the month," Jingzhu's belly began to swell. Twelve years later, she tasted the joys and sorrows of motherhood again.
Jingzhu's pregnancy has been tough on me. Not only do I have to go straight home after work, but I also have to take her for walks after dinner, saying it's good for the baby. Her mother came over too, but the old lady didn't comment on Jingzhu
's pregnancy. She just gave me a lot of advice. "Zidong, you're going to be a father soon, so come home on time and take good care of Jingzhu. It's not easy for Jingzhu to get pregnant at her age; she took the risk because she wanted to give your family a lineage."
I can bear the tiredness and annoyance, but the worst part is that Jingzhu won't let me touch her since she got pregnant. I know she's doing it for the baby's sake, even though she sometimes thinks about it too. It's made me want to take care of it myself several times. Damn, I've gotten myself into this mess. Luckily, I still have Sijin and Jinglan. I didn't dare tell Sijin about Jingzhu's pregnancy, otherwise I'd be heartbroken for a while. Jinglan already knew about her sister's pregnancy, so she didn't contact me much and started avoiding me, only letting me beg her to see her.
Jingzhu took maternity leave, and her colleagues from work came to visit her.
"Director Yang, you'd better treat Sister Ruan well from now on. She's not alone anymore," Consort Song said. "Sister Ruan is so good to you. She risked so much to give birth to your child. It would be so unfair if you didn't treat her well." I remembered running into her at Oriental Plaza. She must have told Jingzhu, directly or indirectly, about me buying things for Sijin.
"Sister Ruan, you're so brave. I could never do that. It seems you truly love Director Yang. I'm actually quite touched," Xiao Gan said.
Xiao Wang secretly pulled me aside and said, "You know, Sister Ruan cried once when we were chatting. She was very sad and said she really cares about you. I advise you to stop seeing your ex-wife. If you want to see the child, just arrange a place. Sister Wei is such an honest and upright woman; there are very few like her. If it were me, I would make a huge fuss over you. She's at the peak of her acting career, and she's turned down many scripts for this, many of which she liked. She's sacrificed so much for you, and we all hope you can have a good relationship. Sister Ruan is over forty; she can't take any more trouble." Xiao Wang said this very emotionally, which made me feel sad, as if I were a sinner.
As Jingzhu's belly grew bigger, we started sleeping in separate beds. I was really afraid that one day I would lose control and make a big mistake.
One day, Jinglan brought Yu Zhengfei to visit. My brother-in-law, Zhang, was also a handsome man, but he was too refined and overly polite. Thinking about how I was fooling around with his wife made me feel really embarrassed. Looking at Jinglan, she was even winking at me. What kind of person is she? Ever since her husband came back, I sometimes get so caught up in thinking about her that I can't help but contact Jinglan. But she starts making excuses to avoid it. At first, I really couldn't stand it, and I felt a little disappointed, especially when I needed her. But then I thought it was for the best; it would be too late if things got out of hand.
Jingzhu's belly is getting bigger and it's starting to be inconvenient, especially when she's taking a bath. She always makes me carry this and that, and help her with her back.
"Honey, you'll have to put up with this for now. I'll take good care of you after the baby is born," she said, comforting me when she saw I wasn't happy.
"Honey, I'm not afraid of the hardship, but what if I can't hold it in? You're not a man, it's so uncomfortable. I... I want to sleep with you. I promise I won't move around, really, I promise. Otherwise, if I go out and find another woman, don't blame me."
"You dare! I'll make sure you never see me again. I don't believe you can hold it in to death. I've never heard of other men going out to find other women when their wives are pregnant... If you really can't stand it, then... the books say it's okay to be careful during the middle months of pregnancy." I was almost moved to tears.
"As long as you say so, I'll endure it for a few more months. I'm willing to risk it all for the sake of the next generation, even if it's like a few months of celibacy."
With Jingzhu's permission, I was finally allowed to sleep next to her again.
Because of her pregnancy, she could only sleep on her side, and I lay beside her, afraid to move. Sigh, women really look ugly when they're pregnant, and it's made me lose all desire. Jingzhu had her hair piled up high, and I especially loved looking at the fine downy hairs around her ears. I blew on her ear, and she turned her head and asked, "What are you doing? Why aren't you sleeping properly?"
What kind of person is she? I've been holding back for months, how can I sleep?
She touched my groin, smiled, and said, "You really can't hold back, huh? Are all men like this?... If it really doesn't work, I... I'll take care of it for you with my hand."
"Honey, I'm so embarrassed. There's a saying, 'It's hardest to resist the kindness of a beautiful woman.'... I really don't dare to trouble you." I didn't expect Jingzhu to say that. It seems that a child really is a lubricant between husband and wife.
Soon Jingzhu started moving. Her soft, warm hands felt so much better than my own, though her skills were clearly lacking. But I gradually felt something, and it grew stronger and stronger until finally, it was time to ejaculate. Because it was so rushed, I couldn't find a place, so I used her round belly as a makeshift spot. As a result, her snow-white belly and thighs were covered in specks of semen, resembling the poetic image of "a silver bottle suddenly breaking, water gushing out, large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate."
With a feeling of seven or eight parts satisfaction, I lay back down beside her. Jingzhu, however, started to resist, rubbing her face against my chest, humming softly, her body pressed tightly together.
"Honey, I don't want to bother you anymore. I'd better go back to the study; who knows what might happen if I stay." I was afraid she might go crazy and neglect the baby.
"Don't go! I'm completely exhausted, okay?" she said, feeling wronged. Yes, I had my pleasure, but she also had her demands.
I turned around, held her delicate feet in my arms, stroked them for a while, and fell asleep peacefully. Jingzhu was so angry that she kept kicking me, muttering, "You heartless bastard, I'm never helping you again, you're driving me crazy!"
But always using my hands to solve the problem wasn't a long-term solution; it was like drawing a picture of a cake to satisfy hunger or imagining plums to quench thirst—too boring. Besides, I couldn't be too selfish, only seeking pleasure for myself; sharing happiness is better than enjoying it alone. I went back to my study, out of sight, out of mind, to avoid being bothered by her presence. But I'm the kind of person who can't be without a woman for three days straight. Since the two sisters were out of the picture, I had to make do with my ex-wife. I hadn't seen my daughter in a long time, and I missed her terribly.
On Sunday, I went to Sijin's house, and as soon as I entered, I had a bad feeling.
"Get out! Don't ever come back! I never want to see you again, you liar!" Sijin roared, pounding me with her little fists and pushing me towards the door. It seemed she knew about W's pregnancy.
"Sijin, don't be like this. I came to explain to you. That old woman is too cruel. She secretly removed her IUD herself, and I'm a victim too. I'm ignoring her now, and we're separated. Whoever gives birth to the child, raises it." I hugged Sijin and earnestly advised her, then gave W a good scolding, though I was actually feeling terrible inside.
Sijin felt a little better and wasn't so agitated anymore. I took the opportunity to be tender with her, finally escaping a disaster. I picked up the baby and kissed her. She looked more and more like me, babbling incoherently, smiling at me with her little eyes narrowed, her chubby little fingers sucking on her mouth. I quickly took her little hand away from her mouth, feeling a pang of heartache.
The baby touched my face with his chubby little hands, and I felt an indescribable pain in my heart. I wondered if Jingzhu and I had a boy or a girl, what he would look like. It was truly a tragedy.
Watching the baby being taken away by the nanny, I felt incredibly reluctant to let him go.
Upstairs, Sijin was already waiting by the bedside. It was both funny and sad to think that Sijin's body had hardly changed after giving birth; after all, she was a dancer. Looking at Sijin's youthful, graceful figure, and then thinking of W's bloated body, I felt a surge of anticipation. After a passionate and intense lovemaking session, Sijin's resentment completely vanished.
"Who told you she was pregnant?" I suspected it was Consort Song.
"Don't ask. These things can't be kept secret. Many actors from the three major military arts troupes also work part-time at the military arts academy."
"Zidong, you can come more often in the future... I know your character," she said softly. Alas, once drunk and carefree, now afraid of burdening a beautiful woman with too much affection. I felt even more indebted to Sijin.
Finally, the day came for Jingzhu to give birth.
Her family and I waited anxiously outside the delivery room. The doctor reassured us, "There's nothing wrong. The mother is in good health, and the baby is in the correct position. Don't worry, I'm still a fan of hers. We'll do our best. You're her brother, right? You don't look like him at all. Why isn't Teacher Wei's husband here?" She mistook me for her brother, and I was too lazy to explain.
Jingzhu insisted that I stay with her. "Zidong, I'm scared," she said timidly. I stood by the bed, holding her hand, and said, "Jingzhu, don't be afraid. Practice makes perfect. You have experience, so don't be afraid. It will definitely go smoothly, just like getting an IV drip." I tried my best to comfort her, and she seemed a little better.
Thank goodness, the baby was finally born safely, and it was another girl. It seems I'm destined not to have a son. But that's okay, it would be much more troublesome if I had a son like me.
Holding my daughter, I was filled with emotion, wondering who was with Sijin when she gave birth. The baby's face was wrinkled at first, but it quickly became much adorable. He really did look like me! Even my last little doubt vanished. I named him Yang Ge, a transliteration of the English word "young."
From now on, I'm truly busy. Heaven knows having a baby is so troublesome! He cries every night, and I feel sorry for Jingzhu, who has to soothe him herself. His mother can't come over, so we have to hire a postpartum nanny. We found one at Nongxinyuan Domestic Service Center. After much deliberation, we chose a pretty one. Since we couldn't be sure about her skill level, at least she'd be pleasing to the eye and could be a lifesaver in a pinch. She's from Sichuan, a small county town, a vocational school graduate, around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, petite and delicate, with a refined, demure charm—quite my ideal type. Her monthly salary is 3,500 yuan. A bit pricey, but worth it; it's good value.
I'm finally free! Raising a child is exhausting.
After giving birth, Jingzhu's body is round and full, but not bloated; it's a lovely plumpness, fair and chubby, radiating a rich, milky fragrance. It's making me so itchy inside. I check the calendar every day, always hoping the month will pass quickly. Well, I guess I'll just have to wait it out.

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