my samurai lover HE

?Dr. Matsumoto's eyes widened in surprise. I saw his hands on his knees grasped tightly, and then he leaned forward and looked at me seriously.

"The child you're talking about... belongs to Soujiro?"

His eyes flicked across my stomach and then back to my face.

I feel very ashamed and disturbed.Mr. Matsumoto didn't show a disgusted expression, and even looked at me lightly, as if it didn't make me feel that his suspicion was impolite.

"Yes."

Dr. Matsumoto let out a long sigh, stared at me for a while, then patted his thigh, and muttered

"That guy still caused me trouble."

My eyes became hot and I almost cried again.Dr. Matsumoto still believed that the child belonged to Soujiro. Although he complained, it was more of his closeness and helplessness to Soujiro.

"Do you agree?"

Dr. Matsumoto nodded, and smiled at me. Maybe the smile was a bit forced, but he still said kindly:

"If you don't dislike it, please stay and live for a while."

"Thank you, Mr. Matsumoto." I thanked from the bottom of my heart, "I don't even know how to repay your kindness."

"Haha," he smiled, "Let's talk about that kind of thing after that kid knows."

He glanced at my lower abdomen again, and muttered: "He likes to play with children since he was a child."

Dr. Matsumoto gave another order afterward.When I came, I hired a carriage. It happened to be Obscure Moon, the climate in Edo was cold and humid, and there were no pedestrians on the street, so I walked into the gate of Matsumoto's house without anyone noticing.I can understand what he means, he told me not to go out, and leave the rest of the things to him to arrange.

I settled down in the Matsumoto residence peacefully.Dr. Matsumoto didn't tell me how the situation there is, but I think it should be very tense. He often doesn't stay in the house, but follows the new daimyo.

During that time, I was almost isolated from the world.Dr. Matsumoto considerately arranged for me a house in the corner of the yard, which was very remote and quiet, and Ms. Tomoko came to deliver meals for me every day.

When Chuchu and I met, she and I were taken aback.My infrequent meetings with her in the past were not pleasant, and she did not seem to have forgotten those unpleasant experiences.But she didn't say any unpleasant words to me, she just put down the meal in her hand with a straight face.She obviously knew, looked at me with accusing and sad eyes, and then left without saying a word.

No one talked to me, so I wrote down a few notes in my diary, treating it as a chat with myself.In other free time, I read the Japanese books that Mr. Matsumoto lent me, and occasionally talked softly and slowly with the growing child in my stomach, and I always felt that it could understand.

When the lake outside the window began to freeze, I finally heard from him.

On that day, as usual, I was carefully linking their text stroke by stroke in the red sketchbook, when I heard the knock on the door of the room.

I put down the pen in my hand and felt my heart beating for a while.I just finished my breakfast half an hour ago, and no one came back from this room. I subconsciously covered my heart, and immediately thought of the possibility of someone suddenly visiting at this time.

"Miss Mary? Miss Mary? Are you there?"

It's Dr. Matsumoto!

I took a deep breath, stood up from the tatami, and opened the door.

Dr. Matsumoto walked in against the wind and closed the door.

"Mr. Matsumoto..." I looked at him expectantly, he obviously rushed over, the cold winter rain was falling outside, and the rain was still splashing on his face.He looked down at me with a serious expression on his face.

"He's very ill now," Dr. Matsumoto whispered.

I was terrified, my feet were suddenly unstable, and I took a step back.

"Matsumoto...sir."

"Clean up. We're going to where he lives now. Someone has already picked me up to see him. Come with me."

I hurriedly got dressed, put my pockets on to cover my head and face, tied up a small parcel, and followed Dr. Matsumoto out.

Someone was already waiting at the gate of the house. Beside a somewhat dilapidated carriage, a short young man was leaning on the carriage with his eyes closed, holding a knife in his arms and wearing a coir raincoat.

When he heard our hurried footsteps, he opened his eyes and complained.

"Mr. Matsumoto, you are so slow..."

His eyes fell on me, he looked at me sharply, and there was still a slight light blue under the eyes.

Dr. Matsumoto looked back at me nervously, and then at Shinpachi, apparently undecided whether to introduce us, and in the end he chose not to say anything.

"Get in the car. We have to hurry."

Shinpachi still glanced at me suspiciously, Mr. Matsumoto has already climbed into the carriage swiftly.When Shinhachi helped me, who was already a bit bloated, into the car, he saw the mahogany chip bracelet on my hand.

His hand holding my arm trembled suddenly, and then he firmly helped me into the carriage.

"So it was you." He whispered.

"He'll be delighted."

I looked back at him through the curtain of the bamboo hat, and then bowed slightly.

"Sit down." He urged me, "I will make the carriage run more smoothly."

I heard Shinpachi yell, and he drove the carriage with his whip.Just now I have been in a hurry to pack my things and followed Dr. Matsumoto out all the way, and I didn't have time to ask what happened until now.

"I'm not very sure, probably because of the wind and cold," Dr. Matsumoto leaned on the carriage, shook his wide sleeves, and said with some distress.

"Shinpachi told me that he fainted on the way back to Kyoto after completing his mission. What a disobedient patient, he refused to take medicine and couldn't take a good rest." Probably Dr. Matsumoto also had a headache. For a doctor, there is nothing more troublesome than a patient who does not obey the doctor's advice.

Doctor Matsumoto sighed for a while, looked up at me

"This time you go, you must take good care of his body. This is the duty of a samurai wife."

"Thank you for your reminder, I will." I was moved, but also ashamed and said, wishing I could reach Soujiro's side immediately.

Under my anxious gaze, our carriage finally stopped by the side of a wooden house in the countryside. An old woman opened the door for us after Xinba knocked on the door.

"Mr. Fujiwara just woke up." She said tremblingly, letting us in.

"It's good that the doctor is here, and it can reassure the old lady. He also coughed badly when he fell asleep."

We walked behind her, listening to the old woman's words, I couldn't wait to see him even more, and subconsciously quickened my pace.Shinpachi noticed this, turned around and winked at me.

"He's inside." The old woman said as she opened the door of the Japanese room, where a simple entry screen blocked it.She motioned for us to go, then closed the door considerately.

"Ahem," I heard a few coughs from the other side of the screen, and then a voice that haunted me.

"Ah, is Shinpachi back?"

"Well, it's me, Mr. Matsumoto and I brought you great medicine." Shinpachi glanced at me, and followed Mr. Matsumoto who was holding the medicine box.

My footsteps seemed to take root, and I stood there for a long time without being able to move.I could only hear him apologizing to Dr. Matsumoto from the other side of the screen, his voice was hoarse and nasal.

"It's really troublesome for you, Matsumoto-san."

"You boy," I heard Dr. Matsumoto complain, "If you don't want to trouble me, get better soon."

"Yes, I'm sorry," he said weakly, and then spoke a little loudly to me who was still on the side of the screen.

"Xinpachi, did you bring any guests? It's really impolite, there is no way to get up to greet him."

"Hey," Shinpachi came back and said to me, "Why don't you come here, are you stupid?"

Standing on the edge of the screen, he turned around and said to Soujiro with a smile, "Hey, you must have no idea who came to see you."

"...Is it Hajime?"

I took off the bamboo hat and slowly walked around the shabby screen.Turning a corner, I saw him lying in the quilt, but his eyes were looking in my direction.

"Soujiro..." I just felt my eye sockets swell.

The moment I saw him, all senses left me.Only his face is still so clearly reflected in my eyes, and there is only one him in my heart.My voice was choked in my throat, and it took me a lot of effort to force it out.

"It's me."

"Mary?"

His eyes widened suddenly, and then he smiled crookedly, revealing a strange brilliance.

"is it you?"

He held out his hand to me.