DEVANYE. STILL LOVING YOU
part 153's
Daniel's mentality dropped after the kidnapping, especially he always felt Devan was like this because of him. With the help of child psychiatrists finally little by little Daniel can come back again cheerful even though he has not fully recovered as before.
My stomach is getting bigger, it's starting to stand out. Daniel also told me that even though I was scared in my heart, but thank God, the boy was able to take it well. He was happy, it turned out that his cheerfulness had doubled. Even he was very enthusiastic about buying baby equipment right then and there. Looking around for pregnancy info on the internet, what food pregnant women want, what can and does not. He became overprotective. Even had time to throw away the food that he felt was not good for us, especially spicy!
Devan hasn't woken up yet, dad decided to take care of Devan at home, so I don't get tired of going back to the hospital, I also had to pay attention to my content and also to make Daniel spend more time with his papa. With a special nurse to take care of Devan. Life support tools still faithfully accompany my husband.
Devan's wounds have improved. If Devan had been sober, he would have been in therapy for recovery.
I was wiping Devan's body while I wiped his body, I talked to him, occasionally I gave a crisp joke that I felt was not funny at all. What matters is that I tried!
"Dev, I've learned to cook! But still it feels far inferior to your cooking. I miss the taste of your cooking. Although Lynn is good at cooking, but the taste is still different...."
I told her how everyone was banning me when I went down to the kitchen. How I dropped some flour and some eggs on the floor, dropped the cookware, even I emptied my food. There were also times when I didn't make it black, but it felt, tasteless. Sometimes salty, too spicy, or still lack maturity. Lucky I didn't scorch the kitchen!
"Papaa...!" Daniel shouted running into the room. He just got home from school, ran and got on the bed, kissed Devan on the forehead and kissed me on the cheek, not forgetting he kissed his sister who was still in the stomach.
"Daniel, don't run in the room!" I reminded him, Daniel just smiled grimacingly revealing his toothless tooth.
"I brought this!" Lifting a paper high. There are several pictures of people, two adults, one small child and also one baby in his mother's arms, with a view of the big house behind him.
"Who are they?" my many.
"Of course we all are! Papa, me, mama, and sister!" daniel answered while referring one by one the picture there. Daniel approached and whispered to Devan. A few seconds later he pulled himself up, keeping the painting in Devan's arms.
"What do you whisper, Niel?" my many.
"What does he whisper to you Dev? You guys are playing a secret apparently! Cruel!" I patted his hand slowly. Protest sign.
"Dev, guess the gender of our son. I was USG this afternoon!" i'm silent. He was quiet too. Back when we were pregnant with Daniel, Devan believed very strongly that our son was a boy and this was proven.
"I'm not gonna tell you. Let you guess yourself. Is our second child a girl, or a boy!"
"I wasn't going to do an ultrasound, but I was curious! Hehe..."
Moved Devan's face with a half-wet cloth.
"Remember, how did you persuade me to take vitamins?" my many.
"Now who did that Daniel. He even forbade me to eat spicy even a little. Shitty right? If you used to love me, I'd tolerate it. I miss the roast chicken Mr. Mud. Is there or isn't there?" my many. But no, that's not what I want, but rather I want Devan to answer all my words!
"You know Dev, every night I miss your mouthfuls on my stomach like I used to. Usually before going to bed you always talk to Daniel. You don't pity this kid. He had never even heard his father's voice." My eyes are getting hot. But I can't give up. I can't be sad, other than to take care of my womb, also to keep Devan feeling.
The nurse came into the room, helped me clean up the rest of Devan's body.
"Have you slept for three months, not tired of what? Want to get to when? Promise is the same. Before our child is born you must be awake. And sorry for Daniel. He really wants to be between schools with you" I said.
Until when will he continue like this? Will I be strong with her silence? Even I've been away from him for five years!