'Kuon, come here, hurry up!' he heard Kyoko's worried voice. At once, a man dropped his script and hastened to the next room.
'What happened, sweety?' alarmed, he asked the girl. 'Are you in pain somewhere? But don't just keep silence, tell me honestly! I'll call the doctor right now!'
'No, no, honey, relax!' she laughed. 'I just wanted you to help me to get a pan from the top shelf'.
Kuon sighed in relief.
'And that's when I was offering you to get shelves a bit down. Scaring me to no good.'
'To make you beat your fingers? I had already enough of your cooking. I'll never forget that fantastic taste!'
'But you said you liked it.' Kuon pretended to frown. 'Are you sure you are ok?'
'Oh my god, Kuon, yes, I am!'
'But why were you calling me so worriedly?'
'Because it's almost evening, and I'm afraid of leaving my husband without a proper meal.'
'Just because of it?' he wasn't giving up.
'Koun, honey, don't worry that much.' Kyoko smiled reassuredly and kissed him on his lips. 'Cause sometimes I think that the one who is pregnant is not me but you.'