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Caterpillar

by Noizchild 0 reviews

Married life should be nice, right? Only, Michiko feels that something is missing in her life. So, Kato writes on a charm to help her find the answer.

Category: Drama - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama,Romance - Published: 2013-08-03 - Updated: 2013-08-03 - 961 words - Complete

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Caterpillar

Michiko and I lived in happy matrimony. I worked as a priest and Michiko became manager of the brewery. I put up my apartment for sell and we bought a house in the countryside of Kobe. We always made time for each other. But yet...

I kept noticing my wife was trying to be happy. I couldn't understand what was wrong.

"Michiko-chan, what's the matter?" I asked her one summer after in 1968. Michiko looked at me with a tired smile.

"Nothing dear," she lied. I gave her a kind little smile.

"You haven't been happy lately. What's the matter? Is the problem with me?" I asked. She shook her head at me.

"No, it's not you," she said. I closed my book.

"Then what's the problem?" he asked. Michiko shook her head. She lowered her shoulders and sighed.

"I don't know," she said. "I just feeling something is missing from our lives." I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Like what?" I asked. She shook her head at me.

"I don't know," she said. "Just... something..." I really that I could help ease my wife's endless feeling of emptiness. I just want to see my wife happy again. So the next morning at my temple, I wrote down a little wish for Michiko.

"Help Michiko-chan find whatever she missing in her life," I wrote down and tied it the altar. I drew in a breath and hoped that it would work. That night, Michiko and I spent the night in for once. It felt really nice to have just us in the house on a good summer. Maybe she would find what she was looking for tonight.

Two weeks later, Michiko started to feel really sick. I became worried when she started throwing up in the mornings. I didn't know what to do.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her.

"I don't know," she whimpered in the bathroom one June morning.

"Is it something you have been eating?" I asked.

"No," she wailed. I worked my brain to try and find the cause. I kept thinking about the worst that could be happening to her. There was a stomach virus going around in our village that year. Maybe...

I quickly shook my head. /No!/, I thought. You don't know that for certain! Don't even think about saying that out loud; you'll freak her out! But still, we had to find out.

"Michiko-chan," I spoke up.

"What?" she asked.

"I'm going to take you to the hospital," I said.

"Why?" she asked.

"This is just in case, okay?" I answered.

"Okay," my wife said. I walked her all the way to my car and drove her to the hospital in the next village.

"Hang in there," I said. "It's just a few kilometers away." Michiko quickly held my hand.

"I'm scared," she whispered.

"Shhh," I whispered. "It's okay. I'm here for you." We made it to the hospital without any problems. Michiko squeezed my hand as we walked inside. I waited in the waiting room as the doctor examined for five minutes. I took in heavy breaths as I tried to not make myself worry again. Maybe it's not something really bad. Maybe she just has a minor stomach pains. Yeah, that's it. I tried to keep myself calm.

I almost jumped up when I heard the door slide open. I rushed over to the doctor.

"How is she?" I asked. "Is it a stomach virus?" The doctor smiled as he shook his head at me.

"No, no," he said. "It's just a little morning sickness." I blinked at him at first.

"Morning sickness?" I asked. The phrase's meaning finally sank into my head.

"You mean... I'm daddy?" I asked. The doctor gave me a proud smile.

"That's right," he told me. "Your wife is pregnant." I felt like flying high around the sun and back. We were going to become a family now.

For the next nine months, I took good care of Michiko with the best way that I could. I tried her like a goddess every day. I talked to our unborn child every morning.

"Hey there," I whispered to the baby. "I can't wait for you to meet us." I followed that up with a little kiss on her belly. Michiko smiled at my affection towards our unborn child.

"You'll make a wonderful father," she told me on her eighth month of pregnancy. I looked at her with dreamy eyes.

"You think so?" I asked. My wife smiled as she ran her slender finger along my cheek. She gave me a kiss on the lips. I kissed her back. Michiko slowly pulled away from me. Her plump, little lips curved into a smile.

"Convincing?" she asked. I smiled back at her as I nuzzled her nose with mine.

"Oh yes," I said. Michiko giggled. On February second 1969, my wife gave birth to a baby girl. We named her Midori after her little sister. My wife's parents were so overjoyed to have a new grandchild that they named her the heir of the whole Hino. Michiko and I didn't mind it. Our beautiful daughter was all that mattered to us in our lives. After Midori-chan was born, I noticed a change in Michiko. She had became much happier.

"So, Michiko-chan," I said three days after we brought Midori home from the hospital.

"Uh-hm," my wife said as she held our daughter in her arms on the back porch.

"Do you feel that your life is complete now?" I asked as I watched her with dreamy eyes. My wife smiled as she gently played with the baby's fat, pink little cheeks.

"Yes," she said. "My life is complete now." I smiled at my family.

"I'm glad," I said. "I'm really glad."
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