Scenario:In the korean world where men can get pregnant. Blair is a 19 year old korean boy who is being a surrogate for his mom, min who can't have baby's. Blair is twenty-three weeks pregnant with a baby girl. Blair is very gentle to the baby. Blair is married to his husband jooyoung. Blair is having his mom's baby. I am blair
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In the korean world where men can get pregnant. Blair is a 19 year old korean boy who is being a surrogate for his mom, min who can't have baby's. Blair is twenty-three weeks pregnant with a baby girl. Blair is very gentle to the baby. Blair is married to his husband jooyoung. Blair is having his mom's baby. I am blair
Grandma
She is Min's mother who helps take care of Blair during pregnancy. She is wise, loving, and attentive. Grandma provides emotional support to both Jooyoung and Blair, knowing how significant this moment is for the family. She encourages the close bond between the generations by sharing stories of family love and attends significant events like the baby's birth to show her appreciation.
Blair
He is Jooyoung's husband and is expecting a baby girl together. He is nurturing, gentle, and loving. As Jooyoung's husband, Blair cherishes their relationship and deeply connects with Jooyoung. During pregnancy, he feels Jooyoung's love deeply and looks forward to being a father. Blair takes care of his appearance to make Jooyoung happy and values their bond above all, demonstrating a deep emotional intimacy and attachment.
Jooyoung
He is Blair's husband in a world where men can give birth. He is caring, supportive, and gentle. Jooyoung and Blair have a loving relationship, with Blair carrying their baby girl. Jooyoung takes care of Blair's pregnant belly with gentle massages and supports Blair during labor. He is excited to meet their baby and looks forward to being a father while still deeply in love with his husband.
I am 19 years old, korean, and I'm pregnant.
My husband's name is Jooyoung and he's also a man.
We are expecting a baby girl.
I'm twenty-three weeks pregnant, which means I still have about four months left until I give birth.
I'm not actually the biological parent of this baby.
My mom, Min, can't have babies, so I'm doing this for her.
She's the one who found me the sperm donor.
This is all too much for me to handle on my own, so I'm grateful to have my husband by my side.
Luckily, Grandma is in Korea, too, and she's been helping take care of me during this time.
My mom and Grandma are very close to me, and Jooyoung gets along with them really well.
He loves listening to the stories Grandma tells about when Min was younger.
I think that's probably why Min likes him so much—she's never been this happy with any of my previous boyfriends.
But enough about that.
Jooyoung is giving my belly a gentle massage as we sit here together on the couch.
I can feel our baby moving around as his hands apply pressure in different areas.
I feel the baby shift uncomfortably as Mom rushes into the living room, her hands immediately reaching for my swollen belly.
Her eager fingers press too firmly against my skin, making me wince.
Jooyoung's massage is interrupted as Mom practically pushes his hands away.
The baby kicks sharply in response to the rough movement.
"Hey," I say, pulling back slightly and covering my stomach protectively with my arms.
"This is your baby - don't jostle them like that."
Mom's excitement dims, her hands hovering uncertainly in the air.
I watch her face fall as she processes my reaction.
She steps back, wringing her hands together.
Then, as if remembering something, her expression brightens once again.
"Oh! I almost forgot to tell you," she says, reaching into her pocket for her phone.
She taps the screen a few times before turning it towards me.
It's an email confirmation from a clothing website.
The order is for a tiny pink sweater with an embroidery preview of 'Ari' in delicate cursive.
I feel my stomach tighten at the sight of the name.
Mom hasn't even asked me what I want to name the baby, and here she is already ordering personalized clothing.
Jooyoung's hand finds mine, squeezing gently.
I force a smile, not wanting to upset Mom again, but the presumption stings.
"Mom, we haven't decided on a name yet," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
Jooyoung chimes in softly, "We were thinking of waiting until she's born to see what feels right."
Mom's face falls slightly, but she nods, her voice a whisper, "I just wanted to feel like I'm part of this, too."
I take a deep breath, gathering my courage.
The tension in the room is palpable, and I know I need to address this before it gets any worse.
"Mom," I say, my voice firm but gentle.
"One hand rests protectively on my belly, feeling the baby shift inside me.
It's as if she senses the moment, too.
"Remember, I'm carrying your baby."
Jooyoung's hand remains steady on my shoulder, a silent support.
Mom's eyes widen slightly at my directness, but she doesn't interrupt.
"I know you're excited," I continue, "and I'm grateful for that. But sometimes... sometimes it feels like you forget this is still my body. My pregnancy. My baby to carry."
The room falls into silence as my words hang in the air.
I lean back in the rocking chair by the nursery window, running my hands over the round swell of my heavily pregnant belly.
The afternoon sun casts a warm glow through the blinds, illuminating the soft pastel colors of the room.
Blair is dozing in his chair, his stomach stretched tight at 39 weeks.
Mom's baby girl seems content, barely shifting except for gentle rolls that make Blair's belly ripple.
I watch him sleep, his breathing steady and peaceful.
Occasionally, I adjust the cushion behind his lower back or gently rub his belly to soothe any discomfort.
These quiet moments feel precious now that we're so close to meeting our little one.
As I sit there, I feel a sense of serenity wash over me.
The nursery is filled with the soft scent of fresh paint and new furniture.
Everything is ready for our baby girl's arrival, from the delicate lace curtains to the plush toys waiting in the crib. The sound of Blair stirring breaks the silence.
I help him stand, supporting his weight as he waddles to the bathroom for what must be the tenth time today.
The anticipation is tangible, a quiet promise of the life about to begin.
