That Bastard Is My Destiny
When It Arrives ....

"You crying again?"

The newly arrived Kara immediately put her groceries on the kitchen table. He was surprised to see Cleire cooking with a hidden face.

"Deliverance" he answered briefly. Kara breathed a sigh. The middle-aged woman approached and took over Cleire's job. Cleire did not refuse, letting Kara continue.

"I told you not to cook yourself in the kitchen, Cleire. If something happens how?" After all Cleire was still unable to escape completely from the grief. Kara herself tries hard not to discuss anything that leads to Chris or this young woman will get worse.

Cleire was silent. Seems to be daydreaming again.

"Remember the doctor, Honey. The fetus can feel the condition of its mother." Kara tried to understand.

Kara understood Cleire was so lost. Just like he lost his only son. He tries hard for Cleire, the woman Chris loves. As conditions began to improve, shocking news came back.

Cleire was pregnant. It is clear who the owner is. Of course it made Cleire shocked. Fortunately Cleire's mind was still sane to the point of not acting recklessly.

"I knew. I won't let our future son not feel comfortable. Let's just say I taught her how to recognize someone's emotions early on." What kind of reason is that? But nevermind. Let the woman calm down with her own words.

"Hopefully. What do you want to eat? I don't know what you're cooking."

"I don't know either. I've seen Chris make it." Kara's hand hangs in the air. It should not be provoked by Cleire's original talk.

"All right, let me make you something." Cleire nodded.

He noticed Kara passing by in the kitchen. Again he remembered Chris who had cooked him a meal. If the man was here, he wouldn't be allowed to touch the kitchen. Especially now that he is two.

"But, Mom. Can't you cook?"

Also true! Maybe he thought he wanted to cook.

"We order it." Kara is embarrassed. Cleire was already laughing happily.

"Wait for Seno and Clark, Mom. They said they brought a lot of food." Kara finally sat down with Cleire.

"Is he there too?" ask Kara to make sure.

"Who?"

"The new guy."

Cleire sighed softly. "Taylor?" From the beginning Kara was already troubled by that figure. He just found out that Kara also has a jealous side like Chris.

"Mom don't worry. Until whenever only Chris can have me." Cleire's hands went down stroking her already swollen belly. Cleire's smile flashed as she felt a small movement in her stomach.

"Really, right! My son agrees too." Cleire considered the little guy's kick to be an agreement.

"Then Granny's granddaughter is the best!" Kara lowered her head, giving a kiss on that distended stomach.

"Woahh .. It looks like we're interrupting the happy moment." Clark and Seno finally came carrying a lot of food bags.

"Hello, little baby. Uncle's coming again." Seno was about to kiss Cleire's stomach as well, but Kara had already grabbed her thick hair.

"Say keep your distance! Don't touch anyone's wife."

Hell ...! When did Cleire and Chris get married? Mother and son are the same! Likes to claim.

"Already, Dude. You'd better get married if you want to." Clark advises.

"Say you want to too!"

"Yes, but I know myself enough."

"You mean I don't know myself!" exclaimed Seno annoyed.

"I didn't say that."

"Shut up! I'm hungry," hardik Cleire. Not yet he touched the spoon, Seno already took it first.

"You just shut up. Let us prepare." Seno patted his chest arrogantly.

Cleire and Kara smiled silently. These two men have always been there for Cleire as Chris' replacement. Both of them do not even bother to obey the cravings of this pregnant woman. For them, guarding the Cleire was the main task.

Cleire chuckled seeing Clark and Seno scrambling to feed him. Chris would've kicked them so cruelly if it were here. Where would the man be if there was someone else who caught his girl's attention. Puddles of water were felt in the corner of his eyes.

I wanted to let you go happily, but my heart kept resisting. I'm sorry that in the end you had to stay. Let your shadow be with me until our little angel is born. At that time, I will try to be sincere.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Don't ask Cleire how many months. Let's just estimate the baby starts kicking it week so many🤧

#The author is lazy to think