A gray April skies

That day, a boy sat with his back leaned against the rooftop metal door. For once, the early April sky wasn't blue and scattered with cherry blossom petals, but gray like it was mourning for something.

"We have actually gone through that procedure, huh," she said, her gaze distant to somewhere around the rooftop. Once again, she was settled between his arms circled around her while she leaned her back against his chest.

He didn't say anything. Just watched her at her side profile, occasionally tucked her hair behind her ear or kissed the back of her head. She took his arms and guided his hand onto her belly and placed hers gently on top.

"It's small, isn't it?" She asked him. He didn't answer, just rubbed it gently. She sighed as she leaned back, "I wish she could feel this too."

Then, she followed by, "But, don't you think it's cool that for once. Someone, someone tiny, decided that 'Hum! I want to live here!' I think she would've say that with her small suitcase and stood proudly with crossed arms."

He can feel her body shivering as she laughed weakly.

"Mhm, she would've been cute." He commented. She looked at him and smiled, satisfied with his answer, "Of course. Cause I'm cute so she should've been cute too!"

Her blond hair swayed on the wind making the pressed white chrysanthemums hairpin fluttered in its wake, for once he saw a reflection of him in those drowned midnight irises. "Yeah, I can see that." He offered her a small smile.

Then, she retreated back into his arms. Her fingers drew slow circles on his shirt while his arms circled around her waist and gave her small pats on her belly.

"I was going to teach her about flowers. I was sure I'd make her like white lily."

"Teaching your obsession early, huh? But, I thought you like pink carnations?"

"Well, I could've been the pink carnations and she would've been the white lily."

"Right."

He saw her close her eyes, so he adjusted his position slightly to be more comfortable for her, she must be exhausted. For a split second, he remembered the sigh of relief from their parents and the only thing he can do is gritted his teeth.