A short, sudden story of two young Tomboys. Come and read for fun.

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1. The story of male-male love

2. The characters and plot are just the imagination of the author. Nothing is true at all.

Please leave some of the writer's old work.

In a trance, half asleep After being tired from doing housework all day even though it was a holiday.

"Huh...huh...."

What was that sound?

"Huh....hungry...."

Well...hey, do I have to call Brother Jenyanchip and Brother Ryujit Kamnad?

"Hey!!" I was shaken out of my trance and stood up, breathing heavily.

Turned to the side, accidentally startled for the second time.

Open the cloth of the person lying beside him.

Issara closed her eyes and lay holding her swollen stomach, close to giving birth.

This time I didn't dream.

Find..why?

What surprises you? It's already the year 2070. Men can already have children all over the world.

I've been married to Issara for over two years. Deciding that I wanted to have my own child, I just held hands and walked to the doctor to have the embryo implanted in an egg. But don't let me explain too much. Because I didn't understand much about the doctor either. Let's just say that medical science has provided it. Right now, the person next to me is lying pregnant and about to give birth in the next two days. According to the scheduled cesarean section that the doctor locked in the specs, it was like the day the lottery was drawn.

Yes....2070..... Thai people still play the lottery as usual.

Come back, come back! Continue to be interested in the person next to me...

"Tom, Tom." I shook my body and woke up the sleepwalker.

"Oh, P' Peck, P' Sandy's chicken," Issara muttered, referring to P' Sandy's fried chicken. Grandson of Colonel Sanders who used to open

kfc

In our country it will be a hundred years.

"Tom, it's 2:00 a.m. Where do I go to get some fried chicken?"

"Oh, really?" Issara sniffled. He seemed to remember that he was lying down.

"P'Peck, I said I'm hungry," the person lying there told me.

"Is it your child or Tom who is hungry?"

Since Issara was pregnant Your father ate it. Four or five pieces of fried chicken No less than two plates of rice, snacks, milk and butter, I bought them to put in the refrigerator for one day. The next day, I woke up shocked and thought that thieves had robbed my house. Boil chicken soup in batches to warm up and eat hot when I go to work. It disappeared completely in one day like a ghoul.

"Then I'll go look at it for you. In case there's something you can eat."

"Tom goes too."

Issara says she will go along. But he got up and led me, walking with my belly full to the kitchen.

"Walk slowly or you'll fall." I hurriedly got up and followed.

“Tom, you'd better sit down. I'll take a look at it for you."

"Wow." Issara sat back and waited.

"P'Peck, have you decided on a name for your child? What do you want?"

"It's up to Tom."

“Tom, just...just look at a few names. For both women and men, but I don't know which one to take."

Yes, we both wanted to be surprised and refused to see the ultrasound. She refused to let the doctor tell her the gender of her unborn child until her last day. I would like to acknowledge that only healthy and safe children are enough. Take the ancient method called a midwife running to tell the Reverend who stood waiting to see when the lady gave birth in front of the house.

“There was bread and ham and some vegetables. I made you a sandwich."

I picked up all the ingredients and put them on the table, arranged this and that. Issara got up and pressed her bloated belly against my back. She tried to hug me, but she couldn't reach her face because of her belly.

I rested my hand and reached out to kiss his white cheek and kiss those red lips instead.

Kiss and kiss, tongues flicking back and forth, I kiss again, kiss..

"Oh," Issara made a soft noise, her hand caressing and groping.

"Oh, P'Peck, do you have German sausage for Tom to eat?" The pregnant woman laughed and laughed.

"Hmph..." I could only sigh, my lust was loud. I was both in love, infatuated, and always had a feeling of wonder with Issara, even though we had been together for two years. But since he agreed to implant the embryo I was strictly forbidden from being violent towards him. The first two months still allowed me to do it gently. But after the third month onwards, he closed and locked the secret room door, forbidding me from entering....

Even if they help relieve me in other ways But I want to experience it like I used to.

But it's okay, for the smaller one still in my belly, I can endure it.

Let the baby come out first. Dad will compound the interest on past checks to his heart's content. Heh heh...

I turned to make a sandwich. "Ah..it's finished."

Issara went back to sitting in the chair. Grab something to eat and put it in your mouth. I went to open the refrigerator, took out some fruit juice and milk and poured them into more glasses.

"Tom's legs are swollen again lately, Peck."

"Really?" I moved the chair closer, allowing the pregnant woman to lift her short chubby legs over it.

The doctor once said that pregnant women will have swelling. Issara carries the weight of such a large belly. Sometimes I have to help massage my legs to relieve the pain.

"In two days, the baby will be born, Peck. You're going to be a father now."

People say their cheeks are puffy because of the food they eat. I moved the chair to sit closer and caressed the swollen belly. There was a movement of kicking my palm.

"Oh, I'm struggling. I guess I like to eat your food."

I smile, my heart beats. In a few days, the creatures here will open their eyes. Put your face up and talk to your navel.

"Please be a good child. Don't be stubborn like TomTom."

Issara bent down and spoke to her own navel.

"Don't be stupid like Peck's father. Be mindful of your body. Kwan, Kwan, come."

We looked at each other and laughed.

I sat hugging and kissing Issara's cheeks, waiting for the little one to finish eating.

"Tom, you can go to sleep first. I'll keep it here for a moment."

"yes"

I put things in the refrigerator and put the dishes away.

Issara's voice spoke softly from the chair.

"P'Peck.."

“Yes,” I replied, still washing the dishes.

quiet..

I turned around to see Issara sitting sweating, her face pale.

"Tom has a stomachache."

"Can I get up and go to the bathroom?"

"Tom isn't in pain." Issara began to faint.

My heart disappeared and I fell into the corner of my eye.

"Hoy! Don't tell me Tom is going to give birth?!!”

Issara pursed her lips and looked up. "It's not a dog."

And then came back to looking as embarrassed as before.

"P'Peck, the baby is moving really hard. Tom's stomach hurts." Issara held her stomach, sweating harder.

"Okay, okay, Tom, when you're strong enough, can you walk to the car?" I asked, hesitantly.

Issara nodded.

"I'm going to get the car keys."

I ran into the room with a bang, grabbed the key, and rushed back to support Issara. The little one tried to take deep breaths in and out his cheeks like a goldfish.

"Haha, puuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

"Stay strong."

Luckily it was nighttime. There was no traffic until I could pedal at full speed. The hospital was at the tip of your nose and you could be there in an instant.

"Doctor!!!" I honked my horn loudly before the car had even stopped in front of the emergency department. A male nurse immediately brought a stretcher to bring Issara into the delivery room.

I asked the nurse as I put on a sterile shirt before entering the operating room.

"Why are you giving birth today? The doctor said three more days, right?"

The nurse in front of the delivery room that was giving prenatal care moved her glasses to look at me.

"Khun Palitchoke? The doctor said within three days I would give birth. Let me stay in the hospital."

"Huh??"

"When the doctor told me I saw you and Mr. Issara just being sweet and sweet together, not listening to the doctor at all. I'll just go home."

The nurse's lips turned red. Huge breasts standing on hips complaining to me

"So what's wrong with my girlfriend?"

“Giving birth is like having your appendix removed. It's clear when you come out, and everyone is excited about the new stuff. After just two or three people, it's chill," she said, laughing herself.

I accidentally made my face wrinkle. The nurse compared our child to having appendicitis, Issara...

"Ah!!" A tom-tom's voice rang out.

I hurriedly followed him into the operating room, breaking through the circle of doctors to take a look. "How will the doctor do the surgery? Will there be a lot of surgery? Cut into pieces like fish or cut into ziplocks."

The doctor opened his mask and dragged me away from the bed. "This is your father. Are you going to do the surgery yourself or will the doctor do it?"

"Huh? Tom doesn't cut it. You'll have a scratch on your stomach." Issara was lying on the bed.

"Oh, I'll take you to the pattern removal course," I hurriedly said.

"Huh? Tom doesn't cut. Tom isn't steak."

"Oh, it's not the same. Tom is much more delicious." I said, right?

"Whoa, Tom won't cut it!" Issara still had the strength to shout loudly in the room.

"Hey," another doctor's voice sighed, muffled by the mask. "What should we do? Let's go back to the house and make arrangements first."

I hold Isara's hand I saw a person lying down crying tears of fear and felt pity for me.

"Tom, if you could hurt me instead, I would. I'm sorry I made Tom suffer."

Issara's tears were wet but she calmed down.

"Tom, I don't mind Peck. Tom chose to carry the pregnancy himself, but Tom was afraid."

"I'm right here. I'm going to stay with Tom and not go anywhere." I held the small boy's hand tightly.

“Tom, can I have anesthesia? I don't want to block the back, Tom is afraid."

I turned to the doctor. That way nodded.

Issara has quieted down. I still held his hand. Leaning forward, the doctor looked at the tip of the knife. I turned back and looked at that beautiful face, asleep with tears stained in my eyes, and I so wanted to be the one who hurt instead.

I'm not afraid of needles and medical equipment. But he couldn't help but feel dizzy when he saw the blood.

The first child came out and my heart was pounding.

"Man."

Oh man... I turned to look at the person who was sleeping. Bending over to kiss her forehead

"Tom, we have a son."

Tears suddenly flowed. It was more joyful than winning the People's Choice award. It's like the most special gift I received from Issara. I look at the person lying down with all my heart and love.

"Woman."

"Oh, is that wrong?"

"The second person is Mr. Palitchoke."

"Oh, two of you." My eyes widened with happiness. What a surprise, Issara. One man and one woman. No need to worry about each other. Both can be taken care of.

A red-haired child wiggles in the doctor's hand. There was blood on me. I started to feel dizzy again.

I bent down and kissed Issara's forehead again. I was so happy because we had talked about it if there was another person. Maybe switch to having me carry the pregnancy myself.. I survived!

"There's two of us, TomTom."

Tears for a new father like me couldn't stop flowing. It's truly satisfying. Both the blood is dizzy, the heart is pounding, both are tired and inside, all at the same time.

"Man."

"I'm looking for a doctor. What should I do?"

I looked again at the baby that the doctor had just taken out of my womb.

Did the doctor put it in the same way and then take a new one??

"Two men and one woman." The doctor held a red child covered in blood and held it up for me to look at in front of my face. Look, I'll say the doctor is lying.

Ah... and.. blood...

Sa three ... people..

"Three people, Mr. Palitcho.. oh hey."

Tung...!!!!

"nurse! nurse! Come help me take a look. Father has fainted."

...... It's finished. I'll rush out and buy something to give as a gift to my grandchild first......

P.S. Please leave comments and give encouragement. The writer sits and slaps mosquitoes, waiting for comments from readers.