My Hot Baby's
Love

The next day, Tristan and Zareena are ready to go home. Zareena said goodbye to Emma and Aunt Marta. While Brian went to take them to the train station.

Miles also had to go home because there was a series of jobs waiting for him in London. It was a short holiday, but the man loved it.

"We're going to arrive at night" Zareena said.

"Yes, tomorrow we can go to your parents' house." Tristan.

Zareena turned to Brian. "I'll be waiting for you at our wedding, Brian."

"I'll come. Did you tell Colin?"

Zareena shook her head, then smiled. "I'll give him a surprise."

The train announcement is heard. Tristan, Zaree, and Miles prepare with their bags. Brian hugs Zareena tightly, alternating with Tristan and Miles.

"Till in London, let me know" said Brian.

"Sure, we go home first. See you soon." Zareena waved her hand.

One by one the passengers boarded. Zareena and Miles waved goodbye again until finally, the fast train started to walk away.

"Back from Cumbria got a wife." Miles.

"Then what did you get?" Tristan asked.

"One girl, but two."

"What?" zareena's turn to speak.

"I mean ...."

"Here you go, honey." Tristan cut Miles' sentence. "Not to mention Brian and Miles. You better get some sleep. You slept well last night, didn't you?" Tristan put Zareena's head on his shoulder.

"In a moment, I'd like to hear Miles' explanation." Zareena withdraws.

"That's not important. You sleep." Tristan hugged his wife tightly. Then glared at Miles who was sitting before him.

"Tristan!" Zareena protested against that.

"Deflect your voice. You're not ashamed to hear the other passengers."

Miles reasoned. "Zareena, I'm lazy for the story. Last night I was tired of playing. Now I want to sleep."

"What do you want to hear?" tristan is also long. "Let me tell you about our game last night."

"I'd better sleep." Zareena's laying her head on Tristan's shoulder.

"Yes, just sleep, baby."

Two hours later, Tristan and Zareena reached home. While Miles, of course, has returned to the man's own apartment.

Tristan called all his servants. "You know Zareena, right? Now she's my wife. We are married, and she is the mistress of this house. You all must serve and honor my wife."

"Congratulations, Madam, on her wedding. We will serve and honor Mrs Zareena." One of the servants becomes the spokesperson for another worker.

"You don't have to. I'm being embarrassed. Treat me as usual" said Zareena.

"You guys get dinner ready. We need to rest first." Tristan led his wife straight to the room upstairs.

Arriving at the room, Zareena immediately opened Tristan's wardrobe. He checked everything from the folds to the drawers. Zareena also checks the corner of the wall as well as the nightstand drawer.

"Since when have you been so possessive?" Tristan knows what his wife wants.

"Since now. Just checking to see if you're keeping any more of those things."

"You're really jealous?"

"I'll let you keep one of his memories. I know he means something to you."

"Well, I'll keep it under my pillow."

"What did you say?" Zareena glares.

"Look, you've been wanting to get angry. I'm not gonna do that. You are my life now."

"Do you love me?" ask Zareena.

"You've even married me."

"You have to say it again." Zareena.

Tristan walked over, wrapping his hands around his waist. "Is there any evidence that I love you?" one kiss was given. "I love you so much."

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