Justin and Natalie returned home, where Justin asked Natalie to rest after she had lunch. He didn’t want her to wander around here and there much.
He brought her back to the room and led her to the bed.
Natalie pulled her hand from his hold and moved back. "This is too much now. I just had a meal, and you want me to rest already."
"You had a short stroll after the meal. Now there is no issue if you sleep," he looked at her with a serious gaze. "Sleeping on the left side will help."
Her face turned angry. "Justin, I am listening to everything you say. That doesn’t mean you dictate every move of mine. I am not even going outside the home—what more do you want me to do?" She raised her voice in frustration. "You make me feel like giving birth to our kids means being in prison. I am not liking this at all. Even when I was a nobody, a weak woman, I didn’t like to be caged."
"I am not caging you. I am just following the doctor’s advice," he said without any hint of emotion.
"That’s it. You and that damn doctor," she spat out angrily. "I’ve had enough. I am leaving this home."
She walked towards the door angrily. But before she could open the door entirely, a hand pushed the door back and stopped her.
Facing the closed door, she gritted her teeth. "Justin, I am warning you..."
Before she could say more, the man behind her turned her around, pressed her against the door, and kissed her. She wanted to protest, but he didn’t let go. Finally giving up, she melted into that kiss.
After being like a cold dictator, he was finally showing her some husbandly affection—intimacy that had been lacking for a while now. It seemed like he always had something else going on in his mind; he felt distant to her.
They kissed for a while, forgetting the argument they had had just a moment before. When he let go, leaving both of them breathless, he whispered against her lips, "Why don’t you listen to me, just this once, just for a few months?"
This time, there was a plea in his cold, breathless voice. His thumbs caressed her cheek softly. "Just listen to me."
Natalie stayed quiet while taking in enough air, her hazy gaze observing his serious expression—a plea in his eyes.
"The past few days, you’ve been acting like some ruler and don’t treat me the way you used to," she said. "I want this Justin, who talks and doesn’t order me around. The one who always shows me how much he loves me. I miss that old Justin. But it seems like, while I’m getting babies, I’m losing my husband."
"That’s not true," he said softly. "You will always be the one I love the most, even if we have our kids. You are everything to me—and always will be."
"Your behavior says otherwise," she said calmly, in a tone without any anger.
"I’m sorry," he said. "Maybe I’m just lost on how to care for you properly. My way seems to be hurting you."
She nodded immediately, agreeing with his words. "Just be the old Justin who only knows how to spoil me with his love."
"If I do that, you might be in bed all the time," he said in a slightly teasing and warning tone.
She immediately moved her hands to cover her belly. "You can’t, okay? Your relentless ways can hurt our babies."
"That’s why you shouldn’t ask me to be like before," he countered. "It’s tough holding back. Either I’m that way or this way."
"Can’t you be somewhere in the middle?" she asked, smiling awkwardly. "I’d prefer that."
"I’ll try to," he assured. "Now please, go back to bed and rest for a while—for our babies’ sake."
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