My Possessive Billionaire
Bonus Chapter - Become The Best Daddy

Living the role of a papa is not an easy thing actually. However, armed with the experience of Mikhail he can slowly understand the right way to take care of the baby. Not side by side does not mean they do not care for each other, several times Syakil woke up at night and he always contacted Mikhail because it was not hearty to wake Amara, he realized.

The time difference between them was not a barrier, and usually Mikhail did not feel repotted either. Only once in a while did he nagging indistinctly, it was only natural in fact.

"Slow down, your baby's still soft."

Gentle, she thinks her son is some kind of wet cake or what? Syakil felt that the sentences Mikhail used were very strange and foreign to his ears.

Actually, he could have asked Kanaya for help who was currently still staying in the mansion for some time. It was just that, indeed he did not want to trouble the woman. While there was Mikhail why bother to disturb the mama who was resting, he thought.

Already the third time changing diapers, Syakil's eyes have even felt sore. But he was really worried if his wife woke up too. All day Amara was very tired, especially now that his two sons really need ASI as their only source of life. Obviously Syakil must prioritize the health of the wife.

Zeeshan Abraham and Zain Abraham, just as Mikhail's son was given a direct name by his grandfather, Shakil's son was also so. There were protests because the meaning of the last name Zeeshan was close to the name of the father, but Ibrahim said if it was a name that wanted to always live from time to time. He wants to, if he's gone for good. The name will be eternal and continue to flow in the blood of his descendants, as simple as Ibra's dream.

A few minutes passed, this time it seemed that Syakil was unable to stop his crying. Amara blinked and woke up immediately even though her head was heavy, the woman took over Zeeshan immediately.

"Why did you choose to finish it yourself? Though I do not have difficulty waking up," said Amara slowly, things like this make it not bearable. Surely a lot of busyness and if this feels difficult too, it could be the black circle in the eyes of her husband is becoming more and more.

"You need a lot of sleep, dear ... They need quality milk, if you are too tired how will it be?"

The thing he would absolutely not be able to replace was providing the best nutrition in the world for his son. In any way he could never, it was absolute only his wife could.

"But you're also tired, look at your eyes until it's black so. .. sleep there."

Syakil's sleeping hours are really messy, the man is very difficult to manage his real time. But he tried to keep doing his best as a good father to his two sons.

"Later on, wait for Zeeshan to sleep."

Shakil approached, he looked at his little prince who now looked sweaty. Though only drinking breast milk, but sweat as much as that, thought Syakil.

"Luckily, Eshan .. we are not rivals," whispered Syakil but Amara could hear clearly, the man chuckled and then kissed the son for so long.

"Sana-sana, get hot on her."

"You're just kissed, not hugged, Ra."

"Stay, he's uncomfortable, honey .. You're a little uncomfortable if you're him."

Amara is worried that her son will be disturbed and cry again. Syakil is indeed really rancid, endless making Amara riled with his behavior.

"Sleep again yes, dear ... will be comfortable," Syakil said so gently when his son was back asleep. The man did not forget to kiss Amara as well afterwards, again and again Amara was made to melt with the treatment of her husband.

Finish one, the other one's crying. Just now they managed to put Zeeshan to sleep, now Zain is crying too. Wanting to complain but this was a favor that they should be grateful for, forced to both have to be hugged for a while.

"How many times have you had milk, Daddy hasn't done it at all .. You two cheated ya."

Syakil is anxious himself, somehow in which direction Syakil spoke just that Amara was amused himself. He wanted to pat the reddish lips of Syakil, but he paused for fear of being considered a wicked wife.

It was almost morning that they could really fall asleep, even if this would be only a little. No problem, at least there is time.

"Darling," called Syakil in his voice that sounded weak, it was certain that he was really tired.

"Yes, why?"

"How much longer?" He asked with his immense sleepiness, in Amara's embrace he showed how much he needed warmth.

"What's how long?"

"You may I touch, it's been a month ... can't you?"

Even though he was sleepy, he could even ask in that direction. Amara simply smiled knots then replied in her soft voice.

"So soon, I'm sleeping there .. I'll have a headache tomorrow." Think of it as having three babies, because in a while Syakil will be like this. Amara does not mind if her husband is suddenly spoiled like this, yes she understands if Syakil also still needs to be treated as gently as possible.

"Hm, you also sleep ... Love you, the best mommy," she said, then sank her face into Amara's chest, like less close enough to have to hug that tightly.

"Mommy?" Stranger for Amara because since yesterday-yesterday Syakil did not call it that.

"Yes, why is it?" syakil asked still with his eyes closed perfectly, drowsiness overcame everything.

"Hahhhh funny, yesterday-yes not Mommy called him."

"A cooler level than Zia and Mikhail .. after I thought we had to be different," he said later, this made Amara tickled and warmed up at once.

"Well then, Love you too the best Daddy," replied Amara did not want to lose, she kissed Syakil's forehead as the closing of the night.

He came unexpectedly, the foreign man who had thought to be crazy was in fact as good as the love that God sent me with the most perfect form.Amara Nayri

Loved you from the first sight. I carry your name in the bloodstream, melded into the pulse and I will carry it to death. I love you, Amara .. the woman I need, I want and I will always strive to be the man who is entitled to be your owner until the end.Syakil Agha Mahendra.