I HATE YOU, BUT
#54
The next few days I went through with a lighter feeling. As if nothing happened, neither I nor Davian agreed that they would ever talk about my father and Malvin again. Now I'm back to enjoying my role as a wife, preparing breakfast for my husband who is now probably getting ready to go to the office.
“Alena, you don't have to force yourself to make breakfast, baby. I can still make my own breakfast,” my body gasped in shock when a pair of hands suddenly wrapped around my waist while I was preparing breakfast for him. I had to put back the waffle I just pulled out of the grill.
“This is my job, no need to feel shy.”
“But you didn't forget that now you don't live alone anymore. You can't be too tired, you have to think about our son too,” the hand that had just hugged my stomach is now moving rubbing it. Without realizing it my cheek was heating up by itself.
“Of course I didn't forget, Mr. Fernandez,” I said shyly. I will never get used to my husband's romantic attitude. She's been like this since the doctor told me about my pregnancy a week ago. His attention doubled. Although I have not shown any signs of suffering from ‘mengidam’ syndrome like most other pregnant women, but my husband still faithfully gave me whatever I needed even though I did not voice my wishes, as now.
I don't know when her sexy lips landed on my nape. Smear that open part with intense movement. I don't growl my hair because lately I've been sweating a lot, maybe it's the effect of pregnancy in the first trimester. I also can't work too long because I get tired quickly because Davian forbids me from going to work and all office duties are taken over by him.
My eyes were closed enjoying the fondling. My fizzing lips let out a subtle sigh, making Davian's growl sound aware I had managed to stir up his desire. He flipped my body to face him. With her beautiful eyes she looked at me. To be honest I could not afford to look back at him because after all, those eyes always managed to make my heart beat increase drastically. I even doubted why I could still stand upright in his arms after being stared straight at by him.
“Ke-why look at me? You're not afraid of being late to the office?” I deliberately turned my gaze in another direction to ease the riots in my heart. Why does her hobby make me nervous?
“Slow once in a while I don't think it's a problem,” murmured with a look down on my lips. My reflexes wet my dry lips, knowing she's been after him since. I don't know why I did that but Davian seemed to understand my actions like a signal for him to kiss me. Oh, Alena, how can you act that vulgar in front of your husband who's about to go to work? He still had to eat breakfast and do something else more important.
“Slow is not the habit of Davian Fernandez I know,” Davian rolled his eyeballs, with a dazzling smile that used to—to now fascinate me he again said,
My eyes widened and I did not have time to answer anything when I felt Davian's soft lips pressed against mine. I was kind of overwhelmed with her slightly wild way of kissing this morning. My lips at****** mercilessly as if he was afraid I would leave if I didn't. I secretly smiled because Davian knew exactly I wanted this. I don't know why, but since I was pregnant I can't be an aggressive woman to my own husband. It was always Davian who kissed me or hugged me first. I'm so grateful he always understood what I wanted without me saying it.
“I don't know what would have happened had I refused to marry you,” my murmur made Daviann forced to give up her romantic kiss.
“Thank God because it didn't happen.” right after saying it, Davian kissed me again. This time I hugged her neck tightly to support myself even though Davian was confident that she would not let me be pushed down.
“I Love You,” whispered.
“I love you too,” reply me.
Yes, maybe this is the reply I got for wanting to obey what my parents wanted. I know, Dad can't let his son suffer. Everything you do is meant to make me happy.
Dad, if you hear my heart. I hope you are happy in the world. Don't worry about me, Malvin, or Mom. We live happily here.
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XOXO