Jellal

I used to experience being in a situation where I get to the point that I just wanna buy a hammer from a hardware store and use it on my head to wake up myself from the horrible nightmare of reality I'm going through. But despite of that thinking, I managed to get through those situations so far. I have a question though, can I avoid thinking of just committing suicide instead of being stuck in a pregnant woman's body?

Large and heavy breasts

Big booty

Big belly

Long irritating hair

Small muscles

Well, if you would picture those, I have them all in my body right now - in my wife's body actually because I got stuck inside her body!

I really hope I could just kill myself than stand carrying those for a day, but I don't want to do so because I pity the innocent unborn child in Erza's womb whose my son. I can no longer hope that this is just probably a horrible nightmare. This is real. Again, I am stuck inside my wife's body and I have no idea how long will I be in her body, how on earth did I switched bodies with her and how will we be able to get back to normal?

How on earth I could go to work?! How can I ensure Erza can go to work by pretending to be me?co

Okay, so I just followed Erza downstairs, who walked out of the room while we're in the middle of some argument. But I don't think I could take another step with this heavy watermelon inside me! Her long hair is so irritating that her bangs always slips in front of my eyes, her eyes actually. I've had enough of her big belly already. The worst part of walking is her large breasts are adding up to the weight of her body. Plus, I can't see the floor completely because her large breasts are covering up where I am stepping at. What if I trip over a small rock which I fail to notice because of her large breasts?

I successfully walked down the staircase, which is probably the first blessing I received while inside her body. I don't think I will ever come back upstairs and face the struggle of going downstairs again with these two heavy things on her torso. I walked towards the kitchen where I find Erza, who was in my body, awkwardly sitting with Wendy. Wendy was eating cheerios on the counter table with her mama.

Wendy is so quiet, not a single word comes out from her mouth. But Erza keeps speaking to her.

"Wendy, did you sleep well last night?" Erza kept asking Wendy those usual questions asked by mother's. "Did you brushed your teeth properly and applied insect repellant?" Wendy just kept nodding, awkwardly. "After you eat, you go take a bubble bath already, while I clean the house."

I suddenly wondered why Wendy touched her neck and forehead, mine actually. "Is there something wrong, sweetie?" Erza wondered.

"Are you sick?" She suddenly asked, probably wondering why her daddy is acting like her mama.

"Huh?" Erza wondered. And me, I could just face palm.

"Did you just asked about how was my sleep?"

"Wendy, I don't understand."

"You called me sweetie? And you're gonna...clean the house?"

"Wendy, what's the matter?" She scratched my head.

Erza, you still don't get it?! I never called Wendy sweetie nor ask her those questions you always ask her every single day of her everyday life, especially I never cleaned uo the whole house like you do everyday.

Wendy jumped down from the bar stool. "Nothing, daddy, I'll just play outside before I take a bubble bath." Then, she quickly ran outside through the back door in the kitchen. She just sighed and started cleaning up the plates instead.

"Erza," I spoke up and walked in the kitchen. "I..." But I realized, I have no idea what to say. I'm still shocked of our situation right now. Whose normal people would swap bodies?

"What?" She batted a glare at me. She's still mad at me obviously, after everything that happened yesterday, plus our situation right now.

"How do we get back to normal?"

She scoffed at me, "How will I know? Do I have any idea about anything? Why don't you answer it for yourself since you are a smart guy unlike me who grew up without knowing how to use a printer?!".

"Erza, it's not the time we should argue about the way you are. We're talking about how we'll get back to our own bodies." I tried to calm her.

She just remained silent, just sitting on the counter. Seriously, I literally have no idea what should we do. I don't even know how we swapped bodies. How can we live the way we used to everyday when our life has also switched? I can't go to work with her body, and she can't do my work properly if she goes to my office. And don't expect me to go cleaning the house like what she used to do everyday. And...and...the baby!

What about our baby which I'm responsible of carrying right now?! As far as I could remember she's almost on the ninth month of her pregnancy and her water bag could break anytime. No, no, no! I can't deliver this baby! I don't wanna be "the first man who experienced painful childbirth" in the world record. I'd rather die, than experience the pain of breathing and pushing. No! As much as possible I'm gonna find a way to solve this. I'm gonna find out if ever there's someone who performed a ritual on us for us to switch bodies. I vow that there's no way I would let myself deliver a baby. I don't care if it is my child! No, buts! I've had enough of experiencing what it's like to carry a fetus inside a womb. I have no interest in taking it to the next level.

Erza jumped down from the counter and knelt in front of me. She moved her ear against to my belly, which is actually hers. She caressed her own big belly. "Baby? Can you hear me?" She spoke to her tummy. "I'm sorry if mama won't be able to be with you. But I promise that you'll be safe with your daddy. Just please behave, so he won't get mad at you. I love you." Then, she kissed her belly.

Seeing her like that to my own child is just, how do I even explain this feeling? Heartwarming and so sweet. It's just so sweet of her to treat our unborn child as if he is already present in the human world.

She stood up from the floor and forced a direct eye contact with me. "Jellal..." She started. "Please, take care of our son. I-i know it'll be hard for you to carry him, but no matter how hard it is and no matter how naughty he is inside I hope you'll be patient. It's just for the meantime. Please, don't hurt him. I promise I'll find a way to get ourselves back as soon as possible."

Why does she think I'll hurt our son? Of course, I wouldn't hurt our son!

We both survived the whole day. And ready as we'll ever be for the next day in each other's body. Erza and I don't really speak with each other that much. I know she's very disappointed in me, for cheating on her. Well, I didn't cheat on her actually. Minerva was just forcing me to do so. If only I had the guts to say no to her, I would. But I couldn't, because I'm afraid that a simple 'no' could harm my family's life. Still, I feel like I did cheated on her because I've been lying to her for years.

I can sense the total awkwardness in Wendy whenever Erza approaches her the way she approaches her normally before. I wonder if Wendy could sense something fishy about our characters. Erza did all the household chores like what she used to do everyday. She finds it a lot easy to do her chores because for the meantime her bloated tummy isn't attached to her. I did nothing. She just made me rest, saying that it is the only time our son could rest from doing the household chores with her. She just approaches me if she'll make me take her vitamins, milk and fruits.

The night has come where it is the time to go to bed already. Erza didn't mind sleeping beside with me at all, since she wanted to monitor our son every time. I'm glad for her that she was able to sleep freely in any kind of position she wants to without having a baby compressed. But me, it's already midnight and yet I couldn't sleep even if in just a few minutes. The baby keeps kicking inside me! I feel like there are so many butterflies inside my stomach.

"Erza..." I woke her up.

"Hmm?" She mumbled.

"I can't sleep. He's kicking so hard." I told her.

Then, she moved her body upwards to sit on the bed. She pulled up the skirt if her hight gown, exposing her bare tummy. "Baby..." She spoke, while caressing her tummy. "Go sleep already. Daddy can't sleep because you're too naughty."

I'm amazed as I keep watching her tummy moving just like a heartbeat. "I know you're just happy because you're with daddy. I am too, but you have to behave because daddy wants to rest already."

The more I watch how sweet she is to my children, the more my conscience is killing me. On the other hand, I want this body switch to last for a little bit long. So, she could have a reason to stay with me. For her not to leave me with our children. I don't want her to leave. We're a family, and if I lose her, I'll be all alone because I have no family to return to just as her. Maybe I just have to show her that I'm really sorry. Maybe she'll give me another chance to change, so she won't have a reason to leave me.

This body switch is such a great chance for me to set things right, for us, for our children.

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A/N: how was it? :D it's just another short update before i go back to school and be busy again. I've already thought of a better story climax and ending. So, i hope you keep in touch with the story to find out what will happen next.

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