My Sexy Little Wife's
Chapter 100: Cravings at the End

Two months passed .... 

Adrian enters the room with a glass of chocolate milk for Naomi. The woman was sitting on the bed. The growing size of the stomach actually limits its space of movement.

"I made milk for you."

Naomi grabbed a glass of milk that Adrian brought her. Then take a slow sip.

The sweet and fatty taste of milk especially pregnant women feels sticky on the wall of the neck and it makes it more nauseous. He put a glass of milk on the nightstand, then ran to the bathroom.

If women usually experience strange symptoms only in early pregnancy, then not with Naomi. He experienced nausea, vomiting and morning sickness symptoms in the early to near birth.

Although from appetite, there are no complaints because he can eat anything. But, sometimes after eating he becomes nauseous and vomits up the stomach contents. Today I don't know how many times he went in and out of the bathroom and it made Adrian very panicked. 

"We'll just go to the doctor, okay?" Adrian crouched in front of his wife who was still sitting limp on the toilet. 

No response from Naomi. He leaned with his eyes closed. His head looked up in order to resist the sensation of nausea centered in the stomach. 

Adrian stroked the top of the head and smoothed the unraveling hair on the face. Tuck behind the ear. 

"Darling ...."

There was no response from Naomi. The woman opened her eyes slowly. Then again stood up in a hurry and crashed his body into the sink.

Back to spit out the stomach. Adrian doesn't know what to do. Though Naomi has a drug given by a doctor, but not powerful enough to relieve nausea.

"I massage, yeah."

Adrian who was standing right behind just rubbed the back of his neck while staring pity.

If you can choose, it would be better if he experienced all that. Not Naomi. Because after vomiting, Naomi's face becomes very pale and will droop.

"Have you?" 

Naomi nodded weakly. Made Adrian grab a towel and wipe his pale, wet face. 

"I helped you into the room, yeah."

"I'm just gonna sleep in the front room. Don't want to be in the room" she replied, immersing her face in the curve of her husband's neck.

I don't know why the fragrance of the room that came out made him nauseous. 

"All right." 

 Adrian propped the limp body into the television room and laid it on a fur carpet. Then rush to the room to pick up a blanket. 

He wrapped Naomi's body. Then lie down on his side.

"You feel better?"

"Little."

"Here ... I hug." 

When Adrian stretched out his arms, Naomi shifted position, until her face was perfectly fixed to Adrian's chest. At least, the only scent that didn't make her nauseous was just her husband's body scent.

"Tomorrow we go to another doctor. Yesterday's medicine can't help you with your nausea, can it?"

"don't want. I'm tired of taking drugs all the time" Naomi refused.

"All right." Adrian rubbed his hair and back. He gives Naomi time to relieve her feelings. "Do you want me to make you some warm tea?" 

Naomi shook her head slowly, without a sound.

"Want me a massage?"

This time Naomi nodded. Adrian got up and took the message oil and poured it into his wife's stomach.

Naomi felt better afterwards. Especially, because Adrian gives a soft massage.

"Would you like to eat something?"

"Not hungry."

"Come, Honey. Just eat a little. I'll have Layla make something for you" he said a little forcefully.

Naomi had just spewed out all the food she had eaten. He will be hungry again. So thought Adrian. 

"don't want. I'm sick of eating something." 

"If you don't eat how to be healthy. Remember, you eat for three, not for yourself!" 

Adrian breathed a deep breath after realizing his actions just now.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm not scolding you," he persuaded as he kissed his forehead repeatedly. 

Oh my goodness, wrong again. Why have you become so sensitive lately? "I'm sorry."

No response from Naomi. Slowly the sobs sounded clearer. Adrian is getting more guilty.

Adrian's possessive attitude judged Naomi only concerned the child in the womb alone, sometimes Naomi felt ignored.

Of jealousy? He may? Two tiny creatures that are developing in the stomach are the fruit of their love. 

"Well, if you don't want to eat just sleep." Adrian relented. His hand moved gently rubbing the stomach. 

"I want to be hugged again."

"Yes." Yeah."

Adrian again buried Naomi in his chest. Within a matter of a few minutes, the two had flown into dreamland.

Naomi with a limp body, while Adrian whose power is drained because of a day of work. Plus upon arrival at home must be bothered with the situation of Naomi. 

The night is late.

Adrian was still deep when he vaguely felt a touch on the cheek. His eyelids opened slowly, but the look on his face still described being tired and sleepy. 

"What, Honey?" ask her with a hoarse voice. It's like being between the real world and dreamland. 

"I'm hungry" Naomi's great-grandson. 

"Wanna eat?" 

In Adrian's arms, Naomi nodded. 

"What do you want to eat?" Adrian's voice still sounded weak. His eyes were back closed. One arm was raised covering the face. 

"Lancashire Hotpot." 

"Huh?" Adrian's eyelids reflex open. Imagine a grilled dish consisting of meat, onions and potatoes. This type of food is only available in restaurants.

"Can I?" Naomi stared expectantly.

"Um .. can. You change clothes first. I'm gonna wash my face."

Adrian yawns to relieve drowsiness. Then slowly rise. The fatigue that still dominates makes his eyes feel heavy.

.

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Adrian got into the car and sat in the steering chair with his eyes fixed.

Naomi glanced at her husband who was only wearing a pajama suit. Little wonder, because usually the man is very concerned about appearance. He will not leave the room if his appearance is not perfect.

At least that's how Adrian Marx has been.

"Are you so tired that you can't change clothes?" ask Naomi.

Adrian took a quick glance and returned focused with the road ahead.

If I say yes, you will cry again, right? However, that short sentence was only spoken in the heart.

"No, Honey. I was just lazy to change clothes" he replied with a sweet smile.

"Oh ...."

The car broke into silence. Passing a fairly quiet road, Adrian glanced at the rearview mirror. 

"Why?" naomi asked when she realized her husband had glanced back several times through the rearview mirror.

"It's okay. Look at that, your shitty brother's executioners keep following us." 

Naomi looked back. Indeed, in the back there were several black sedan cars following.

"He's more possessive than you, huh?" 

Adrian chuckles. "And more annoying of course." 

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