That Bastard Is My Destiny
He's Real

As the sunlight began to sneak in between the curtains, at that moment a pair of eyes began to open. Cleire closed her eyes with an arm to avoid the light from entering. His consciousness had not yet been gathered perfectly. Until he came back to see Chris sleeping next to him.

The mother-to-be finally chose to quietly look at the perfect sculpture that God created. A handsome face that was impeccable for him to mock, as if it was a special sculpture made by God. His outstretched hand rubbed the fine hairs around the jaw.

Cleire smiled as the eagle's eyes opened, without even a second thought Cleire gave a kiss on the man's cheek. "Good morning, Daddy's little baby" Cleire said.

Cleire might look enthusiastic, but Chris looked at her sadly. This woman must still think that she is just a hallucination. Can't Cleire tell hallucinations and reality apart? The touch was so real.

"Morning, Bebe." But he did not stop, he replied.

Cleire's smile grew even more. "Now you can answer me yes. Usually you just shut up, shut up and shut up. Now how can I lie to myself? You're too real to be a hallucination."

I am real ....

"I'm hungry. Nah! Baby is hungry. Now we go cook first, baby." Cleire got up slowly. Chris helped immediately. Cleire spontaneously turned her head, showing a hint of shock.

Since last night Cleire felt something was strange. He wanted to trust his heart, but was afraid of being let down by his thoughts. Chris's shadow doesn't look like it used to. The touches were so felt, as if they were genuine. He realized that he had touched that face and the result was the same.

The shadow could not answer, moreover it was just his hallucination. With his heart racing fast, Cleire looked back at the figure in front of him. From head to foot. There is a bandage in the calf to the shin.

Once more. The shadow has no wounds!

His hands started to shake. His heart raced faster the dissertation of clear liquid that partially closed his eyes. Nah! No way! He was afraid to hope.

Chris knew Cleire was beginning to realize. He gave a longing smile as their eyes met. "As you think, Bebe. I'm still with you." Chris clasped a pretty face whose lips trembled holding back tears. He kissed her gently on his female forehead.

"You wish I were dead?" Cleire shook her head, still unsure.

"I never thought you were dead. You always live in my heart. " Cleire's gaze continued to be transfixed by him.

The plot!

Cleire rubbed his forehead which was a little sore due to Chris' flick. He wants to be angry, but remember that the man is not real. But why does it hurt?

Chris felt uneasy with Cleire's slowness. Then Chris immediately kissed the lips of this woman to immediately realize that she was real, real!

Cleire fiddled as Chris' tongue crept in. His lips were devoured by the man. He must be crazy. Encourage Chris until their link is released.

Bruk!

Cleire's been riding on Chris' lap. She hugged him like a koala. A loud cry sounded. Cleire continued to pray that this was not a dream. Chris is real. The man was here with her. The miracle really exists.

Chris grimaced as Cleire hit his back many times while crying. Under these circumstances alone Cleire could still bar-bar. The woman is different.

"You– you're outrageous! You're gone so long until my stomach swells! Look, look at this. You don't want to be responsible. So don't touch me, you fool!" Cleire kept cursing as she pulled out her outer clothes to reveal her already enlarged belly.

Chris chuckles. Nothing has changed from this woman. His mouth still likes to curse without knowing the place.

Cup, cup, cup! The kisses are repeatedly given Chris to Cleire's stomach. His hands also stroked their prospective baby. He also feels guilty. Cleire must have been in trouble as long as she wasn't around. If only Chris knew how Clark and Seno had replaced him over the past few months.

"I'm sorry Daddy, Baby. Please tell your mommy to stop scolding Daddy." Chris welding.

Cleire turned her face away, rubbing again the tears that came out from the corner of her eyes. Not to mention a small kick in the stomach as if responding to Chris. Cleire turned Chris's face to look up to him. He tidied up the slightly messy hair, then gave a glimpse of his lips. This guy doesn't look so straight.

"You can't go alone anymore. I won't let you go without taking me. Hear you? If you do, I'll go get baby and find a new dad!" As usual there was nothing sweet about this woman. But Chris quite interpreted it as a sign of love.

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Test test test. Is the heart safe?