Desire Sister Stepdaughter
CHAPTER 68 - The Nanny

"Why is it still here? Behind the office, ", Zoya later realized Zayyan was still holding on to his position after he picked up Fabian.

"Later on, I'm still at home here .. there's Zico, just relax."

Zayyan patted the empty side next to him, asking Fabian to sit there. Fabian's round eyes calmed down a bit, Zayyan only smiled as his son climbed onto his stomach.

Bugh

"Aarrggh, Papa's not ready, Bian."

Zayyan grimaced as Fabian suddenly sat on his stomach. Zayyan thought he would just stand by Zayyan's side, where he knew if his son made his stomach a waiting chair so.

"Zoya's."

"What?" zoya asked and sat down at Zayyan's side, a custom of Fabian sitting on his stomach so used to Mirna looking after him.

"He's this ordinary?"

"Yes, sit on the stomach. If you like the same people," answered Zoya as it is, Fabian often do such things only to certain people. Including Dikta and Mirna.

"He's really used to it without you huh? I asked out never to cry," said Zayyan a little strange because every time he took Fabian out, the boy seemed to not remember his mother. However, if it is in front of the eyes of different stories.

"Yes, but it has not been fussy in the past .. maybe I understand what I'm looking for money, not papa for him," replied Zoya as long as it appeared super sharp gaze Zayyan who now wants to skin him.

"Hahaha kidding, Brother. Very serious life," said Zoya kissed the back of the husband's hand as an apology.

"So seriously, don't joke too much .. you cry."

Zayyan scrambled his wife's hair slowly, wanting her to hurt but worried it would be a problem. Unable to meet, if this is how Zayyan is really lazy to return, just let him here.

"Everytime, Brother. Our lives have been too serious."

Playing on one roof with Fabian making his belly a seat was a warmth Zayyan never expected. Yes, although it was actually a little painful because Fabian did not stay in one position, but moved too much.

"Aaarrggh, Papa's not a horse, Fabian."

Either in order to play or even revenge until the child actually moves freely on Zayyan's stomach.

"What's up again?" asked Zoya who was now lying on Zayyan's side by making the husband's arm as his pillow.

"Kudaaaa, Ku-da is not a widower."

"Hahah yes he is usually Duda," said Zoya felt Fabian's speech more funny if wrong so.

"Don't be adorned dong, let's learn to talk to Papa."

"I ..."

"Loof." Fabian followed the words of the papa but it was not that good.

"Da."

"Dad." Yeah."

"Okay. Ku-da."

"Youth."

Zayyan gave up, maybe he couldn't even force it. While Zoya who is now on her husband's side just laughed discordantly at the seriousness of these two men in learning to talk.

"You're too adorable, I want one more, Zoya."

Zayyan hugged Fabian so tightly that his son felt uncomfortable and ended up with a pat on Zayyan's face. His son is light-handed, if not brushed will certainly hit.

"Awww, Zoy."

She grimaced, feeling pain from her eyelid Fabian pinch. Just to let go of his embrace Zayyan was also unwilling. Zoya lets go of Fabian's pinch, shouting until the quiet atmosphere of the room is filled with chaos between the boy and his papa.

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