Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 184
Six months later, today is Marvel's execution day. Until now, George hasn't told Gabby. According to the statement given to Marvel.
Marvel wanted Gabby to know that while at the execution site, she did not want to give the burden of thought to his wife who had to give exclusive breast milk to her baby son.
This morning as usual, Gabby, George, Davis, and Diora had breakfast together. They still live in the Lord's cartel.
After finishing eating, Gabby then fed her six-month-old son. Food Auxiliary breast milk always he made himself. He tried to cook for the sake of the baby, and luckily his son liked it.
“Daddy's son pinter, yes. The food is always running out,” praise George. He approached Gabby and her son who were in the outer courtyard.
“Yes, Daddy. Food made Mommy tasty.” Gabby answered him by mimicking the voice of a child.
His son was still unable to speak, only chattering was not clear that came out of the tiny mouth.
Although the two of them had not married until now, but the call was indeed suitable for both. They are indeed his parents. It's just, there's a complicated relationship in it.
George held his son, and cleaned up the food in the baby's mouth. He who had never expressed, now often smiles because of the baby.
“Mommy is now a cook, huh? Daddy wants to be killed by Mommy,”, jokes George. He looked at Gabby with love.
Gabby chuckles at George's joke, he doesn't answer. He cleaned the place his son had just used to eat. Then stand up to hold her child.
“There's something I want to tell you,” George said as the baby moved into Gabby's hands.
“What?”
“Your husband wants to meet you guys,” explained George as his hands continue to play on his son's round cheeks.
“Now?”
“I'll get ready first,” said Gabby. He wants to step inside.
“Let me take care of my son, you get ready.” George took over the baby.
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Somehow Gabby's legs trembled all the time she walked in that prison. His chest rumbled as if he was feeling the worry he had been afraid of.
“Why don't we get into that room?” gabby asked as they passed the room used to visit prisoners.
George smiled at her smile. “We follow the officer only,” he said.
The baby stroller continued forward followed by his parents behind him.
Gabby's palm began to sweat coldly as her goal led to a clear room that read the execution room.
Suddenly Gabby's hand slipped from the stroller's handle. Hurry George held the woman he loved to give him strength.
“Why are we there?” gabby asked in a voice that began to tremble in fear.
George did not answer, he continued to rub Gabby's arm along the way.
Arriving in front of the room, Gabby's eyes began to glaze over. The rumbling in his chest was racing. Many times he inhaled deep air and let it out slowly. He was bracing himself to step his foot into the room. His cheeks even ballooned when he sighed.
“You must be strong. Your husband is eager to meet you and your son,” George said. He gave Gabby confidence.
Gabby looked at George with teary eyes. Although in her heart there is no love for Marvel—husband, but she still feels sad if she has to lose her husband, her friend from childhood, a sincere person loves her.