Desire Sister Stepdaughter
CHAPTER 41 - Brother Or Husband

"Zoy, do you miss me?" zayyan asked in between his meals, since he had been looking at Zoya and there was one question he wanted to hear the answer to.

"Sister's question why is that so, it's definitely yes." Whereas in the hotel Zayyan had seen how weak Zoya when falling in her arms.

"As a brother or a husband?"

Zoya fell silent, Zayyan's question slightly made her mind runnier. But if Zoya understands, sometimes she does not realize that Zayyan is the husband, not her brother anymore.

"Both," Zoya answered briefly, she longed for Zayyan as a brother and husband, but perhaps because she played the role of Big Brother for years. While being a husband is separated, it makes Zoya a little confused with herself.

"Can't it be both, must one, dear ... brother or husband?"

"Su-husband."

Just answering this kind of thing, he was nervous. In fact, in front of her this is indeed her husband, somehow Zoya does not stop being nervous. Zoya's answer seemed to be in accordance with the wishes of Zayyan's heart, evident now he smiled knot and then continued his dinner.

The two returned to the room after dinner, Zayyan followed his wife's steps and locked the door once she was there. Not only that, Zayyan also made sure that the window of his room was locked first, if he saw that this neighborhood was so different from the environment in his previous residence. It's just, here maybe Zoya feels better and calm of course.

"Your bed is so small, you don't think about me when you buy it or what?"

Zoya, who is now kissing her son, is surprised by Zayyan's silly question. Though the bed is very enough for two people, indeed when compared to a bed in his house of course small.

"Take both, sister," Zoya replied quietly, she was worried that her son would be distracted by Zayyan's voices testing the strength of the bed.

"But not free, shifting just a little must fall."

Looks like Zoya again has to get used to it and indeed Zayyan's attitude since long ago was like that. She's chatty about Zoya, especially if they're just the two of them. The man made sure to tenderize his bed and back again he asked a question that made Zoya massage his chest.

"Who chose this bed?"

"Alya, Brother."

"It's so low, you're comfortable sleeping here?" zayyan asked and Zoya's sullen face which she often gave before remarrying she saw, and that included the one she missed.

"It's safe, rather than sleeping on the floor," Zoya replied briefly, densely and very clearly.

Zayyan no longer made a sound, but Zoya glanced at her husband from the tail of her eyes. The man was staring focused forward as his hands rested on the bed, he aligned the height of the bed with his waist. Zoya who is an adult clearly understands the contents of Zayyan's brain at this time, certainly not far from there.

"Well?"

"Less high, not fitting my waist," she replied looking disappointed and Zoya could only sigh in resignation, no matter if her husband intended so.

"So much protest."

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"He's not fussy these nights?"

"No, Bian understood me like that," Zoya replied with a gentle smile as she looked at Zayyan who was trying to disturb her sleep.

"Don't be disturbed, sleep is difficult if you wake up ... Brother want the responsibility to take care of him until morning?"

Zoya's question suddenly makes Zayyan's hand stop, she wants to see her son's beautiful bead like that. However, if you do not sleep until the morning to keep the baby, it seems Zayyan has not been able to.

"Then disturb the mother yes," said Zayyan then looked at his wife, a gaze that had often made Zoya afraid is now seen again.

"Disturb what?"

"Continue that earlier at the hotel, your skills of returning my kisses are developing well, learn from where?" tanya Zayyan eroded the distance to make Zoya take a few steps back, instead of stopping Zoya to keep retreating until her feet stopped hitting the edge of the bed.

"When am I?" Zoya did not feel that if she did what Zayyan said, it really all happened outside of consciousness because indeed her longing was enormous.

"Pretend to forget, here I repeat."

As per Zoya's premonition she would do this kind of thing. If only he didn't feel sorry if Zayyan had to stay up until morning he'd let Fabian wake up tonight. Although her mind was nagging, Zoya still retaliated and even without her noticing at this moment was already lying on the bed.

"You're operating?" asked Zayyan when he found a scar on his wife's abdomen, the woman nodded slowly and did not protest when Zayyan revealed her clothes higher.

"illness?"

"Now no longer, after surgery it's sick."

Zayyan kissed his stomach many times, a sense of longing as well as sadness he expressed at this time. Long enough Zayyan did it, until the man again kissed the lips of the ranum Zoya while tracing the body of the wife.

"What do you implant? It wasn't this big." The silly question that made Zayyan get a pinch right in her stomach, it was obvious Zoya had a baby still asking.

"Fabian ASI, it's only natural." Zoya with extra patience still answers Zayyan's silly questions, the two keep staring at each other as Zayyan takes off her braces.

"I miss your body."

Undeniably, Zoya understands which way Zayyan's words managed to make his body bristle. Two years untouched, she was still as nervous as the first time she was still shaking every time Zayyan traced her curves.

"You're not coming by the moon, are you, honey?" Zayyan asked because he was worried about getting hot but his wife was not able to do her duty.

Seeing Zoya shake her head, Zayyan smiled sideways and scooped up Zoya's chest so greedily. The green light from the owner of this body, obviously Zayyan was getting excited especially not yet anything, a small sigh had escaped the lips of the wife.

- To Be Continue -