The Cross Over Of A Loving Wife - 22
As it got closer to the middle of winter, the snowfall picked up. Besides the stronger men, the rest of the people in the village could not leave the house or they would sink into the snow. Those poor men needed to get up before dawn, to clear a path in front of all of the houses. It was needed because it turned out that Ding-Xiang was not the only pregnant one in the village. It was common knowledge for everyone, except for Ding-Xiang who never ventured into the village.
He had heard from Aunt Ming that just two days ago, one of the women went into labor. The snow had come down too hard, that the midwife could not come. There were no elders in the house too. In the end, her husband had to help her deliver the child. They were rewarded with a son. Therefore, the husband did not mind being covered in his wife’s blood. The wife had given birth before and so instructed her husband how to clean the child, while she tried not to pass out.
When the husband was able to leave the house, it was already the middle of the day. The man went to ask for help from the aunt in the neighboring family. This was how everyone was made aware of the new addition to their village. It was because of this that Wen Bi had managed to convince her husband to let her stay with Aunt Ming and Ding-Xiang at night, in case of Ding-Xiang goes into unexpected labor. Ding-Xiang, who was being watched like a hawk, was forced to stay in bed and rest. Nowadays, he could only sigh and listen to the two overbearing women.
Ding-Xiang, who had been wrapped up like a dumpling, was bored. He is currently watching his children play among themselves, as they waited for dinner to be ready. During winter, nights came faster, but dinnertime remained the same, so they now cooked under the light of the lamp.
Wen Bi had taken Hui-Liang, who was strapped on her back, into the kitchen. She and Aunt Ming worked together to prepare a good dinner. The ingredients Ding-Xiang had on hand were better than the ones commonly seen in the village. Wen Bi and Aunt Ming couldn’t cook as well as he did, the food they prepared wasn’t too bad. Ding-Xiang sighed and listened to the sound of the wind howling as it blew outside, the snowfall was not as bad as the last few days, but it was still falling hard.
As Ding-Xiang thought of this his eyes widened, it was still a snowstorm but it was light enough that someone could walk through it.
“It couldn’t be…”
Just as he mumbled that to himself, his head flew back and he cried out in pain as his back arched off the bed. The sudden outcry frightened the two children in the room and was heard by the two women. They quickly dropped what they were doing and rushed into the room to see the two milk bottles crying next to Ding-Xiang. They were panicking and asking if he was okay. Ding-Xiang was too busy trying to fight the pain that continuously stabbed at him, so he couldn’t hear their voices. He cried out and then curled in on himself, as tears poured down his face.
Wen Bi and Aunt Ming wasted no time trying to help Ding-Xiang. Wen Bi took the two children out of the room, while Aunt Ming went over to try and soothe Ding-Xiang, who was clearly jarred by the sudden pain. He started to sob uncontrollably, as Aunt Ming tried to get him to lay on his back. Aunt Ming knew that having Ding-Xiang lay down and relax would help alleviate some of the pain. As soon as Wen Bi left Hui-Liang to Hui-Ling, and made sure to leave words of comfort to not make the children panic; she rushed to put on her snow clothes.
Even though they could help Ding-Xiang give birth, it would be much safer to have a midwife with them. Wen Bi looked back at the children, making sure they are all right before she rushed to open the door. As soon as she did, she saw a shadow standing in the snow not too far from the house. Her heart leaped into her throat. She tried to fight her fright to shut the door, but before she could, the shadow rushed through the snow and into the house.
Wen Bi cried out as she was knocked to the floor, and the children who had just calmed down began to sob again. However, the shadow rushed through the house and went to the room, where Aunt Ming and Ding-Xian are. Aunt Ming was still trying to get Ding-Xiang to unfurl himself, which is why she did not notice the shadow’s approach until it stopped just behind her.
“De-Lun…” The older woman nearly lost her soul when she heard the whisper of such a rough voice. However, she moved into a protective position in front of Ding-Xiang, as she looked over to where the voice came from.
The voice belonged to a tall and built man that stood stock still, he was wrapped from head to toe in snow clothes. The only visible part of him being his eyes. These dark eyes stared at Ding-Xiang, who was covered in sweat, as he continued to cry because of the pain. If he knew it would be this painful, he would have asked to be sent over after the twins were born.
The tall man removed the cloth that covered his face to reveal a chiseled but dark face, even though it was handsome it could be seen that this was a face that belonged to a person who knew what suffering was. Aunt Ming looked at the face and her eyes widened but before she could speak, she was pushed aside and the man sat in the bed and pulled Ding-Xiang into his arms.
Aunt Ming stumbled a little but managed to stabilize her steps. She turned to look at the man that sat there holding Ding-Xiang in his arms as he rocked him and massaged his back and stomach.
“Wei-Sheng… you’re back?” The old woman jumped in excitement and clapped to herself. Still in shock and dazed, she asked, “you’re not dead… you didn’t die!”
Wei-Sheng’s brows furrowed as he tried to hold on to Ding-Xiang who was writhing in pain. He frowned deeply and snapped, “What are you doing here instead of going to get a midwife? Can’t you see he’s in pain?!”
Aunt Ming snapped out of it and glanced at Ding-Xiang before she went to rush to the kitchen. Wen Bi was just about to come in; unfortunately, for the second time today, she got pushed around again. This time, by Aunt Ming, who asked her to get the midwife as quickly as possible. Aunt Ming watched her daughter-in-law rush out of the house. She then went over to the stove. She moved the half-cooked food out of the pot, washed them out, and started to boil water.
Inside the room, Wei-Sheng continued to hold Ding-Xiang and whispered into his ears to try and calm him down. His arms were strong enough to hold onto his heavily pregnant wife, to keep him from falling. Ding-Xiang whimpered too caught up in the pain to notice he was currently being held and coaxed like a child.
Wei-Sheng kicked off his shoes and pulled back so he was leaning against the wall. His legs parted and Ding-Xiang was placed between Wei-Sheng’s legs. He held Ding-Xiang against himself; he realized that the other was in too much pain to focus on his delivery, so he needed to do the work. He adjusted Ding-Xiang in a comfortable position. Wei-Sheng laid Ding-Xiang comfortably on the bed. Afterward, Wei-Sheng opened Ding-Xiang’s legs and brought his wife’s knees up, to have better access to the baby. Wei-Sheng took the blanket not caring that they might be dirty and threw it over his wife’s parted legs.
Just then, he felt liquid spread and start to soak his pants but he ignored it knowing it was Ding-Xiang’s water that had just broken. Ding-Xiang who had just been adjusted felt the pain ease and let out a sigh of relief. As Ding-Xiang leaned back, his head fell back on firm chest. Wei-Sheng was still wearing his snow clothes, and the fluffy fur felt good and soft to Ding-Xiang, which made him relaxed further. Ding-Xiang closed his eyes and was enjoying his temporary respite until he felt warm and calloused palm trying to wipe off his sweat.
Ding-Xiang jolted and tried to look up. His neck turning at an awkward angle, ending up finding a pair of dark eyes that were like a bottomless pool. These eyes stood out among their owner’s perfect features. Ding-Xiang’s mouth dropped open but before he could speak, he was held close and the person reached down to rest his forehead on his.
He stared at the person in confusion, and he asked in a hoarse whisper, “Wei-Sheng…?”
Wei-Sheng who was finally able to hear his wife calling his name after those long and dangerous months nodded. He reached up and wiped the sweat from Ding-Xiang’s crimson cheek, as he continued to stare at his wife. As he looked into his wife’s pain-filled eyes, a light flickered in his own and he frowned slightly but said nothing. Ding-Xiang who had forgotten the things around him suddenly whimpered and arched his back.
Wei-Sheng brushed his head and slowly removed the hat from Ding-Xiang’s head. He loosened out his wife’s braided hair. As his fingers slowly detangle the smooth silky hair, he whispered to his wife in a very gentle voice, “Just focus on giving birth and when it’s over… we can talk.”
Hey guys, I’m so sorry I had plans to update the other two books, along with this one, later in the day. But something came up and I won’t be able to update those till next week, so kindly accept this early update as an apology. Thank you and please enjoy.
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