Affair With My Ex - Wife
Irish and Lionel

🌸while it is, in another place 🌸

“ Axel, have you finished your work?” ask Alice.

“ in a minute.” Axel replied, while chewing Raspberry.

“ Jeez, from earlier, you haven't finished that raspberry?” wonder Alice.

“ already, but I asked to bring one more bowl of Raspberry.” said Axel silly.

“ Your stomach will hurt eating that many berries.” lamented Alice.

“ I don't know, when I passed the fruit store, somehow seeing those raspberries on display made me tempted.” replied Axel.

“ don't overdo it, okay?” ask Alice.

“ Okay.” Axel then pulled Alice to sit on his lap.

“ Axel.” upset Alice trying to rebel.

“ don't you miss me? Every night I miss you, Al.” Axel answered pulling Alice's nape.

“ you think, I've forgiven you.” annoyed Alice pushing Axel's body

.

“ you haven't forgiven me?” wonder Axel.

“ I received your hug does not mean I accept your apology.” seduced Alice.

“ ago.., what should I do to accept your apology?” asked Axel who knew, Alice was just teasing him.

“ finish your work, Axel. Maybe, after that I will think; will forgive you or not.”

” okay.” Reply Axel quickly.

“ smart kids.” said Alice, about to stand from Axel's lap. However, Axel never let Alice stand.

“ Axel!” pissed Alice.

“ I need a DP first, Al.” said Axel pulled Alice's face. Looks the woman who was a little surprised by Axel's sudden action, however, Alice chose to let and follow the flow of Axel's lip game.

Equally obscuring the empty cavity in the mouth of his partner, equally shiny tongue, equally sharing air and Saliva.

“ what, can I ask for more than this?” axel asked in a hoarse voice.

“ no! Wait for you to finish your work, I will give you a gift.” said Alice jumping off Axel's lap, before the man asked for more.

“ naughty.” kink Axel.

“ are you really going to move?” ask Ed.

“ yes.” irish replied while packing the goods. He focused on packing his things - although his tail looked to be pointing to Ed's face that looked moody.

Is.., did, Ed feel disappointed at leaving Ireland? Irish was starting to be pleased with his speculation. Because, if that's the case, doesn't that mean there's a chance Ed isn't gay?

“ a pity, if you go - I will have no friends and only alone.” but Ed's speech broke Irish expectations.

“ come on, you're a man, when you're afraid to live alone? I heard; in the past, Mr. Andre also lived alone.” Irish tries to distract herself from the pain she feels as a result of Ed's words.

Irish just sighed. Perhaps, it is time for Irish to give up and open a new page.

“ are you ready, baby?” Lionel came to Irish's room.

“ already, papa.” replied Irish.

“ then, let's go. If anyone is left behind, let papa buy.” replied Lionel.

Lionel's initial intention was just to see what his son looked like. Lionel thought his son would have no resemblance to him, and would only make Lionel hate him - because not necessarily, Irish was his son. However, from toe to toe - Irish was very similar to him, and Lionel felt a Familiar feeling that carried a sense of haru once he saw Irish.

‘ is this the feeling of a father?’ inner Lionel still hugged the Irish back affectionately.

Meanwhile, Ed just waved his hand as Irish was taken away by his biological father while smiling cheerfully.

“ see you, Irish. Careful on the road.” Ed said cheerfully, seeing it, Irish only returned a wave of Ed's hand until finally the car driven by Lionel left the yard of the house where Ed and Irish lived.

The smile that had originally developed instantly shrunk and turned flat.

“ haish.” looks Ed who sighed and turned towards his house.

*

“ papa.” call Irish.

“ yes?” lionel answered while focusing on driving his car.

” papa stay where?” ask Irish.

“ was originally in a different country, but now, father is given a house in a different city to the one in this city, as an apology to Mr. Fransiscus for just saying about you, Irish.” says Lionel.

“ ago.., what's your job, papa? I know you like swimming, are you an athlete?”

“ no, I trained those athletes. Well.., I was too old to start a carrier as a swimming athlete back then, so, papa could only be a teacher.” said Lionel laughing blandly.

“ is okay, papa. At least, papa did what papa liked. Isn't this car also the result of hard work papa.” said Irish cheering.

“ sure.” Lionel just smiled at his daughter.