Companion To Paris
[ Extra part ] Midnight moans
Paris is sick. Although this woman did not wake herself up, Biema who was sleeping soundly on the side, opened her eyes suddenly. Apparently his wife's moans put him on alert. Without waking up Biema was able to open her eyes wide.
"Is there a pain, honey?" tanya Biema was worried. His hand touched Paris' body gently. But the one asked did not open his eyes. Just heard a groan once more. Paris is delirious.
Even so, Biema did not go back to sleep for fear that his wife was groaning in pain again. He rolled over to the other side, to pick up the phone that was placed on the nightstand.
The stomach of Paris is now 13 weeks old. His belly began to look even though he was small. But if Paris wears large clothes, the stomach will look flat.
Biema's hand patted Paris' waist tilted in the other direction slowly. He intended to calm his wife's restlessness in sleep.
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Biema closed her eyes. He was still sitting, having calmed Paris who repeatedly groaned in pain.
"Hoe! Yuck!"
The sound of nausea shocked Biema. This man immediately opened his eyes and turned his head towards the bed by his side. Paris was not there. He immediately turned to the origin of the voice.
"Hoe! Yuck!"
Again the sound of nausea was heard. Biema immediately got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The bathroom door is open.
"Marr ..." Paris who was sitting on the edge of the bathup turned his head.
"Biem ..," whine Paris. Biema immediately approached and gave his body to hug his wife. Still sitting on the edge of the bathup, Paris hugged Biema's standing body.
Maybe massaging the nape of the neck when vomiting no special effects. It may even be done without a clear medical indication. Biema does this way just wants to make his wife comfortable.
After the vomiting is up until the liquid yellows and thickens, the vomiting stops. Parsi took a deep breath.
"Can road? Or better just carry it." Hearing Biema's idea just now, Paris immediately shook her head. Refuse to follow Biema's ways. Though this man had bowed to prepare to fill his wife's body.
"could. Wait." Wait." Paris asked for time.
"Let's sit down first." Biema guided Paris to sit on the edge of the bathup while leaning against the wall. Biema is still standing there. Holding Paris' limp body.
His hand moved stroking the head of his heart. He looked at the pale looking Paris.
"Don't look at me. I'm ugly," sulked Paris.
"In this situation, you still need to wear makeup?" tanya Biema makes Paris thinning lips. She's shy. In his mind right now, it must be very chaotic. Not cool anymore. That makes it a little insecure.
Biema tidying Parisian hair. The woman looked at him weakly.
"I am no longer thinking about beautiful or ugly, Paris. I just want to make my women comfortable. There is no such physical dictionary. I am your love as it is. Really what it is. Not just on the lips, but from the heart." Biema said while rubbing Paris's face.
Paris' embrace was tight.
"I love that confession" Paris closed her eyes. Lips smile. Although pale, it looks flowery.