RPS – Chapter 93 Pregnant Husband

Pregnancy was always a blessing and a hardship at the same time. Li Feng’s belly was growing larger by the day, and the baby inside was lively to the extreme—constantly punching and kicking, dancing about so much that you could even see the movement from outside his belly. Li’s favorite pastime was lying with his ear against Li Feng’s stomach, listening to the baby’s heartbeat. Sometimes, when you placed your palm on Li Feng’s belly, the baby inside seemed to know you were touching him and would greet you in return. An also loved playing with his unborn little brother (or sister), often lying on Li Feng’s belly, his chubby little hands gently caressing the round curve. Whenever the baby moved, An would clap his hands and giggle, endlessly curious about the “thing” in Daddy Li Feng’s belly that could move. He touched it and poked at it even more often than Li did.

Recently, whenever Li Feng had nothing else to do, he would unconsciously rub his belly, feeling the presence of the little life inside—a warm, living being he was nurturing himself. Wasn’t it miraculous? As time passed, the frequency of fetal movements increased. Every time Li Feng gently caressed his belly, the baby would enthusiastically respond with a punch or a kick—always right where his hand rested, as if greeting him.

Li Feng had the deepest feelings about every fetal movement. When he first felt it, it was so light and gentle, like the fluttering of butterfly wings—so faint it was almost unreal. Later, the movements grew stronger, like a fish swimming in water—small but distinct. Now, at five or six months, the baby moved as if dancing like a little puppy, kicking and twisting dozens of times a day. Li Feng wondered if this baby might be another boy—how could he be so active?

The sensation was especially strong whenever he rested. Sometimes the kicks were forceful enough to cause a faint ache. The baby’s strength was growing day by day, which also meant he was growing healthily inside Li Feng’s belly.

“Aiya, you little rascal, why do you like moving around so much? Aren’t you even a little worried whether your old man can handle it?” Li Feng sat down slowly, supporting his sore waist. The baby inside really loved to move, making it impossible for him to get anything done.

“Li Feng, I think you should just rest completely. There’s nothing urgent to do anyway. Walking around all day must be exhausting, right?” Nuo said, stepping on the weaving loom’s pedal with a steady thunk-thunk as he worked. He eyed Li Feng’s huge belly—it was even bigger than when the women in the tribe were pregnant.

“That won’t do. If I stop moving now, I won’t want to move later, and then giving birth will be even harder.” Li Feng knew well that too much pampering during pregnancy wasn’t good. It was best to stay active—beneficial to health and giving you the strength to deliver the baby naturally. After all, there was no such thing as a C-section here, so his body had to be well-prepared.

Nuo didn’t understand this. In his mind, if he had such a big belly, he’d just lie down every day. Just seeing Li Feng walk around or carry An sometimes made him tired. “Hmm, I don’t really get it, but… giving birth really does seem terrifying. Just seeing how much blood there is—ah! Gives me the chills!” He shuddered, the thought alone making him uneasy.

“Hey now, don’t scare me. I’m a coward,” Li Feng murmured, gently stroking his belly. He imagined the scene when the baby was born—just the thought made him dizzy, his vision darkening. Although he had “given birth” to An, that barely counted—more like he had gotten lucky halfway through. If he had to go through the full process, who knew how painful and scary it would be?

“Hehe, it’s fine. You’ve already had one kid, so you have experience. It should be no problem.” Nuo patted Li Feng’s shoulder in comfort. Seeing how pale Li Feng looked, he didn’t dare keep talking.

Li Feng glanced at his huge belly, then thought about… well, down there. He really couldn’t imagine how such a small opening could produce a baby. How was it supposed to work? The more he thought, the more afraid and anxious he became. He pictured himself covered in blood, the sensation like straining during constipation. The mental image made him want to bang his head against a wall. Giving birth was no simple matter—what if he couldn’t deliver? Would the baby be in danger? Would he… end up like Feng, dying in childbirth?

It wasn’t even close to his due date, yet Li Feng already seemed to be suffering from prenatal depression—trapped in his own imagined nightmare. The more he thought, the more anxious he became, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness. Without doctors, nurses, or even a midwife, giving birth would be a life-or-death gamble. His biggest worry was how to ensure the baby’s safe delivery.

Seeing him falling deeper into agitation, Nuo quickly ran to call Li. Since getting pregnant, Li Feng occasionally went through episodes like this—constantly worrying about one thing or another, even though the due date was still far off. But no matter how much he thought, he never came up with answers—only more fear and dread.

The direct result was that the whole family ended up worried. Li Feng wouldn’t cook, too caught up in his own thoughts. He refused to hold An, and An refused to be held by anyone else—only Li Feng. So whenever Li Feng wouldn’t carry him, An would cry his little heart out until his nose and eyes were red and pitiful. Only after Li Feng finally took him would he settle down, and once An fell asleep, Li Feng would go back to spacing out.

If anyone disturbed him during those times, his temper would flare instantly. Every time, Li would bravely go over to comfort him, coax him to eat, only to be met with a rapid-fire stream of complaints and fears about childbirth—over and over again. Li understood Li Feng’s fear, so he always responded with patience—holding him, kissing his forehead, cheeks, or the dark hair at his crown, soothing him until he calmed down.

In truth, Li was just as worried. Back when An was born, the moment Li Feng lost consciousness had made his blood run cold. The baby hadn’t been delivered yet, and the parent was already unresponsive. That blood-soaked lower body was forever etched into his mind. He could still vividly recall the shocking moment the baby slid out of the mangled flesh. The memory haunted him, but now was not the time to panic—because Li Feng was already panicking. All he could do was comfort him, guiding him out of his imagined horrors.

“Li Feng’s getting more and more irritable lately, huh?” Nuo said, leaning against Bu as they chatted.

“Mm, are you still worrying about how to give birth?” Bu really couldn’t understand it. He had already given birth to one child before, so why was he still so worried? Even among the other women in the tribe, no one had episodes like Li Feng, where every now and then he would get anxious, and lately, it was happening even more frequently. Just a moment ago, he had been smiling blissfully, praising the baby in his belly, and then the next moment, his expression would cloud over. Truly something normal people couldn’t comprehend!

“Ah, I want one too. If it were me, I definitely wouldn’t worry so much. What’s there to worry about? When the time comes, just give birth, right? Although… uh… maybe it really does hurt a bit!” Nuo rolled around on the bed. Oh, how he wanted a little bun—soft and tender, a child that belonged to him and Bu. That would be wonderful.

“All right, then I’ll fulfill your wish right now.” Bu said, pouncing on Nuo. If he wanted one, wasn’t it easy? As long as they did it often enough, it would happen. After all, if you don’t do it, there’s definitely no child!

“Ah, you—” Before Nuo could finish speaking, Bu’s lips silenced him.

“Let’s work hard to make a baby!”

What followed was more rolling and tumbling—if you wanted a child, you had to make the effort. Without effort, how could there be a child?

…

“Papa, hug… hug…” An reached out from Mo’s arms toward Li Feng, wanting to be carried.

“Baby, where did you go play? You look so happy.” Li Feng took An into his arms, kissed his little nose—his nose was beaded with sweat, glistening, and his big eyes sparkled with joy.

The baby didn’t speak, just looked at Li Feng and smiled, his little hands playing with Li Feng’s hair.

“We were just playing hide-and-seek! I carried the baby, and no one could find us!” Mo proudly lifted his little head in triumph. The baby had so much fun, staying quiet every time so they couldn’t be found.

“Haha, Mo is so clever. Where did you hide? Look at you—covered in dirt and grass. Don’t tell me you were hiding in the bushes?” Li Feng, holding the baby in one arm, brushed dirt and grass off Mo’s and Lu’s clothes and hair with the other.

“Ah, Uncle Li Feng, how did you know?” Mo and Lu asked in unison.

“Well, that’s a secret. But you can play—just don’t leave the tribe, and especially don’t go near the fence, understood? That area is off-limits and very dangerous.”

Although the tribe was surrounded by thorn barriers, as a precaution, children were strictly forbidden to play near them. If the barrier was accidentally damaged and wild beasts came in, it would be dangerous.

“Mm, we know. But, Uncle Li Feng, now that we have a knife, isn’t it okay? It’s so powerful—shouldn’t we be safe from wild beasts now?”

Recently, Li had forged a knife—long, rectangular, thin, and flat—exactly according to the design Li Feng had drawn. Though the surface wasn’t perfectly smooth, its edge was sharpened to a brilliant, razor-like sharpness. When it was first made, Li Feng washed it clean and told Li to grab a chicken for a test.

Li hadn’t realized just how sharp it was. Since it had been tempered by fire and sharpened, he used the same strength he would with a stone knife. He chopped at the chicken’s neck—and with that one blow, the entire head came off cleanly. Blood splattered everywhere. The chicken, killed so swiftly, still flapped around the yard headless for quite some time before dying.

Everyone was stunned by the knife’s sharpness and completely forgot to restrain the bird, leaving the entire yard spattered in blood. Li Feng, nauseated, covered his mouth and ran off, while Li and the others jumped around happily with the knife, even talking about holding a party to celebrate. Li Feng stopped them with a single knock on the head—“It’s just a kitchen knife, is that worth celebrating?”

“Hey, even with the knife, you can’t just charge at wild beasts. They’re nothing like chickens or ducks—they’re dangerous. So, no wandering too far, got it?”

“Got it…” Mo and Lu answered, drawing out their voices.

“Baby, look—this is your big brother. Once you’re born, you must get along well with him, be close and love each other…” Li Feng, holding An, gently stroked his belly and spoke to the baby inside. The baby seemed to enjoy hearing people talk to him, especially from his two fathers, Li and Li Feng. Sure enough, as soon as Li Feng finished speaking, the baby gave a little punch, as if in response.

An curiously watched as a little bump appeared and disappeared on Li Feng’s belly. He reached out and touched the spot, but felt nothing special, so he stared in confusion. “Papa? Papa?”

“Hehe, baby, that’s your little brother saying hello to you. Looks like he likes you a lot too.” Li Feng took An’s little hand and gently placed it on his belly. Feeling the pressure and warmth from outside, the baby inside kicked twice more. An’s already big eyes widened even further, and he babbled excitedly, forgetting the words he knew and reverting entirely to baby talk.

“This is your little brother. Little brother, okay?” Li Feng wiped the drool from An’s smile and softly taught him.

“Ti… ti-ti…” the baby repeated happily.

“You little dummy—it’s ‘little brother,’ not ‘ti-ti.’”

“Ti-ti… ti-ti…”

“Hahaha… it’s ‘little… brother…’”

Still—“Ti-ti… ti-ti…”

…

“Li Feng, after the chief saw our knife, he said tomorrow he’ll gather people to look for iron ore. I’ll lead the way and take them to find it,” Li said excitedly, running in with the kitchen knife.

“Mm, but be careful. Take this knife with you for protection. And remember, iron ore is heavier than normal rock, but sometimes you can only tell after it’s brought back and forged. You all go take a look first—over time, you’ll get used to recognizing it.” Li Feng soothed the now-sleeping An, who, even in his sleep, occasionally murmured “ti-ti,” making Li Feng both laugh and cry—an entire afternoon of teaching and he was still saying “ti-ti.”

“All right. By the way, with the other pieces of iron, Bu has already made a hammer and an axe, all according to your designs.”

They’d already had stone knives and stone axes before, so naturally they knew how to use them. But this iron was a thousand times better than stone—its sharpness alone was enough to command respect.

“Li Feng.”

“What?” Li Feng looked up at Li, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his tone.

“We’ll be together forever and ever—always, always.”

And with that, he pulled both father and child into his arms and kissed them.