Chuuya Nakahara | Liquid Dreams

Was having a Port Mafia executive boyfriend fun?

In some ways, yes.

But sometimes, the cons outweigh the pros.

You rarely got to spend time with your boyfriend as he had a daytime job that often required him to work late-night shifts. It left you feeling isolated and longing for his company.

He attempted to find some time for you, to fit you into his busy schedule. But apparently, that was asking too much.

In truth, you didn’t know how to deal with his absence.

You and him had been in a relationship for 2 years, but you had known him since he was around 18 years old. He used to frequently visit the convenience store where you worked to buy cigarettes. Though he didn’t really smell like cigarettes.

His frequent visits had led to short conversations, even to exchanging numbers. It didn’t take him long to ask you on a date.

And that’s what leads you to the present.

Chuuya, luckily, had a weekend off..strangely.

You didn’t question it, and instead embraced his peppered kisses and warm touches that seemed to dance along your skin even after he had pulled away.

The night went on smoothly luckily for the two, cuddling wasn’t the only thing on their mind, of course.

Even after an intimate night of passion, he remained there with you in bed, tracing his fingers along your bare stomach, murmuring lovings into your nape as he trailed kisses.

The two of you were excited at the thought of wanting to be parents.

The two of them found themselves in a stable place, and he made a sincere promise to take some time off to be with her. Considering this, they both wondered, why not? Marriage wasn't a pressing concern for them at the time, as the idea of a wedding just didn't feel like the right next step for them.

And as Lady Lucky graced them, pregnancy had occurred.

It was the start of a new life for the two, and it made you both ecstatic with joy. When you had told Chuuya, he had brightened up with a wide smile, pumping his fist with a “Fuck ya!”

In no time, you and Chuuya had transformed the penthouse apartment, taking care to childproof the space with electrical outlet covers, baby locks, and carpeting. Moreover, you wasted no time in acquiring an adorable collection of baby clothes.

Then fate spun her cruel wheel.

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As your eyes slowly opened, you found yourself squinting in response to the overwhelming brightness of your surroundings. The sensation was akin to floating in mid-air, weightless and free.

Well, perhaps because you were.

Fear gripped your stomach as you jolted upright, feeling as if your lungs were weighed down by heavy water.

Panic washed over you as you looked around, feeling as though you were submerged in an infinite pool with no walls to offer solace.

You felt something warm in your hands.

You lift them, a clear, warm, watery blob laid in them.

It was so small.

And so frail.

As you cradled the gentle blob in your arms, you carefully brought it closer to your chest, feeling its softness and warmth against you.

It was a sudden drop from there.

You suddenly jolted awake, gasping for breath as a chilling sweat drenched your back.

Chuuya laid fast asleep next to you, exhausted from his graveyard shift, one of his hands gently resting on your thighs.

As your breaths came in ragged gasps, you instinctively drew your legs up to your chest, curling into a tight ball as you struggled to catch your breath.

A heavy pain sets into your heart.

The unique pain of preparing a place for a child that will never come.

How could a child, with whom she had no prior acquaintance or shared memories, cause her such profound emotional pain?

Your quiet sniffles had soon stirred Chuuya awake.

He swiftly straightened up as soon as he saw your tears, gently brushing the sleep from his eyes. He shuffled over to offer comfort to your quivering body.

“Shh..doll, it’s m’kay.”

As he whispered softly, he gently drew your body close to his, tenderly cradling you in his arms.

“Another dream?”

He frowned, pressing soft kisses along your temple.

“It’s okay…ts’ not yer fault..we didn’t do nothin’ wrong..”

His hands, radiating warmth, moved in gentle circular motions up and down your back, providing a comforting and soothing sensation.