Kyle dressed Sayuri up again, by adjusting her bra properly and buttoning up the dress. Then he bent over and helped to put on her underwear. As he was doing so, he was well aware that she was having more difficulty now with such simple movements.

Having been emboldened by her permission to 'service' her, Kyle decided to ask her something that had been on his mind for quite some time.

"Sayuri, since it's the final couple of months now," Kyle said, as he helped her to a sitting position, "You're going to need extra monitoring and care."

"What are you getting at?"

"Let me stay with you in your bedroom during this time," Kyle said quickly, "I can be there to help you with anything, especially in the middle of the night. You can order me around for anything, even when you're feeling rather .. erm, frisky."

He held her hand and looked at her seriously, "I know you would be going to the bathroom a lot now, and would most likely be thirsty or just want to eat. I know that you're also having difficulty in putting on clothes like your underwear."

His look was intense as he said earnestly, "Let me take care of you."

Sayuri felt tears prickling at her eyes.

She was really glad that he asked, truth be told. It was getting harder and harder as each day went by. Sometimes, she found it really hard and tiring to go to the bathroom, or that she forgot something in the room when she had already gone inside but she was already sitting down.

It wasn't just the physical activities that brought her down.

She was also extremely emotional that she would often burst into tears just because she was struggling with basic things like washing up … or that she was all alone on the bed. It was that loneliness that got to her a lot.

She often scolded herself because there were women who were in a far worse position than her, and didn't even have anyone to rely on.

How did they ever survive?

However, she just couldn't bring herself to ask Kyle for help and she wasn't comfortable with hiring a nurse or something just to help her and accompany her throughout the night.

The fact that he was the one that brought it up gave her immense relief.

"I'd like that," Sayuri said honestly.

Kyle smiled widely and kissed her lips before he realised what he was doing.

"Gah!" he exclaimed immediately, jerking back, "Sorry! I was caught up in the moment."

He ran off quickly into his room before she had time to berate him for it/

Sayuri watched the closed bedroom door ruefully, her fingers touching her lips. It had only been a brief touch and it caused her to sigh. Considering that he had done much more earlier, it was strange that a light peck on the lips would cause her heart to beat so much.

She sighed.

Meanwhile, inside his bedroom, Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. Then groaned. He needed his own release now, but the bathroom was outside. No way was he going to go out there now.

With a sigh, he picked grabbed the cocoa butter lotion and the tissue box. He prayed the smell wouldn't be too obvious - or that she'd think it was because of the earlier massage rather than *ahem* his own massage on himself.

Once done, he cleaned himself up properly and threw the tissues into the wastepaper basket. He went out to see if Sayuri needed anything when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," he said as Sayuri looked on from the sofa. She was watching television and hardly glanced at him as he passed by.

Seeing an unfamiliar face at the door, Kyle stared at him as the visitor stared back.

"Who is it?" called out Sayuri from inside.

At the sound of that voice, the visitor's eyes sparkled while Kyle's narrowed upon seeing that reaction.

"It's me!" the guy was saying excitedly, completely ignoring Kyle while trying to look inside.

Kyle blocked him and asked, "And you are?"

"Zane?" Sayuri gasped out, "Is that you?"

"Yes, yes! It's me!" Zane replied excitedly but could not get past Kyle, "Could you tell your guard dog here that I'm harmless?"

Sayuri laughed and answered, "If you actually introduced yourself, he wouldn't be blocking you. Stop being rude, Zane."

Kyle looked at him smugly while Zane rolled his eyes, "I'm Zane, Sayuri's friend. Now can I come in?"

Kyle rolled his eyes as well in response and stepped aside. Upon seeing Sayuri trying to get up from the sofa, he quickly dashed over and told her to remain seated.

"You don't have to trouble yourself to get up, Sayuri," Kyle said softly, but loud enough for the guy following behind him to hear, "You sit down and take care of yourself and our babies, okay?"

Sayuri smiled at him and nodded. It was a chore to get up anyway.

"What are you doing here?" Sayuri asked.

Zane came over and spread his arms wide, "When I heard that you were in town, of course, I'll come over."

"She's been 'in town' for months now," mumbled Kyle as he walked to the kitchen to reluctantly prepare some drinks and snacks. Zane was a guest, after all.

"Sweetheart, do you want your spaghetti?" Kyle asked from the kitchen.

"That'll be great! Thanks!" Sayuri answered.

Kyle heated up the pan and dribbled some olive oil on it. Once heated, he added in crushed garlic and chilli flakes. Once sauteed enough, he dumped two portions of spaghetti onto it.

Although he didn't want to make any for the guest, he couldn't not serve him either. However, when he plated it, he only gave Zane a small portion.

When he came out with the tray of two plates of spaghetti and drinks, he stopped at the scene in front of him.

Zane and Sayuri were kissing.