That Bastard Is My Destiny
Righteous

In a room with a dim atmosphere seen small movements on the bed. Cleire put away the slow hand of Chris hugging her. The time was still two in the morning and he was awake.

Looked at Chris who was still sleeping peacefully without being disturbed. Cleire rubbed her stomach with sleepy eyes. His eyes swept around the room. The room in white paint no longer makes the atmosphere of the room as scary as before.

"Chris," call Cleire slowly.

Chris is not flinching.

"Accus ..." Cleire's voice whined a little with hands shaking Chris' body. Instead of waking up, Chris hugged Cleire who was immediately upset.

"Sttt .. sleep," the man murmured, giving a gentle elution on Cleire's back.

"I'm hungry, not sleeping!" Cleire whined again while giving a small punch on Chris' back.

"Eat .." he murmured again. Cleire looked up with piercing lips. Want to make it, but don't want to be responsible, cih! Your son is hungry, hey!

Cleire finally chose to wake up on her own. The man may be exhausted after work. He wakes up slowly by holding his distended stomach. Six months is heavy. What if it's been nine months? Just be ready for a pain.

So quiet. There's usually Seno and Clark staying. Not anymore because Chris is there. Fortunately, their room is downstairs, not up. If not, it feels lazy to move.

Cleire took anything that was delicious to eat. He stood in front of the fridge and ate a piece of cake last night.

"I want more." But the plate is empty, the rest is not there.

"I'm hungry" he murmured again. It feels so lazy to do something. They are usually most active in moving. It may be due to the supportive pregnancy hormones.

The woman remained silent for a while to gather intent. Sleepy eyes are also a support. Until Cleire felt a kick in his stomach then he returned to his consciousness.

"There's nothing you want to eat at dawn. Next time take night or day," Cleire said. Looks like baby wants him to move soon.

"You want to eat chicken?" cleire asked as if baby understood.

"Of course, Mommy," Cleire replied herself giggling. He feels ridiculous about himself.

Take chicken that has been seasoned in the refrigerator. Just frying not too long. He also made milk.

"Don't ask your daddy. He sucks!" cleire said as he felt the kick again.

"You get big fast and come out so you can get back at daddy for Mommy huh. He only knows sleep." It was certain that Cleire would become a chatty mother in the future.

When he wanted to turn the chicken, Cleire's hand accidentally nudged teflon and reflexes he took off his cooking claw until it sounded. Cleire shook her hand which felt hot.

"The karma really exists. I just told Chris, but I got a reply!"

Chris woke up when he heard a noise in the kitchen. When he saw that Cleire was not beside him, he immediately woke up in a hurry. He saw Cleire's hand accidentally burn and instantly turn off the stove.

"Why not wake me up!" Chris painstakingly gave the medicine to his burns while his mouth went along with the nagging.

"That's just a small wound!"

"Shut up!"

"I told you not to cook. If you want something, call me!" This woman is stubborn.

Cleire was already pouting, but still let Chris take care of his injuries. "I woke you up! You're the one who won't wake up!" Right, guys? Testimonial reader!

Chris clucked. After finishing closing the wound, Chris continued what Cleire had done, even adding another menu. That guy cooks? Cleire was surprised to see him. Even more surprised when the taste of Chris' cuisine was much better than his own cuisine.

"Eat! Don't daydream."

"Know this from the beginning you've been cooking," Cleire grumbled voraciously. Chris smiled faintly from anxiety.

"cheat!" suddenly hard. "How can you cook? Even better than mine. Not fair!" Finally the man chuckled.

Oye! I lived alone in the penthouse for almost ten years. Cooking is not hard, but it is becoming a habit!

A kiss was given Chris on Cleire's face. He could not get angry at this woman even though doing so often made him upset.

"Don't go to the kitchen to cook again. I don't want you to get hurt. Hear it? If you repeat again, I'll clear this room so there's no kitchen!" I don't know how many times Chris has warned me.

"Hey! Where could it be. Since when there was no kitchen!"

"Since now. So watch out." The plot! Giving a flick on Cleire's forehead.

"Isha! For a long time my skull bones could be sunken!" Smoothed his forehead. This guy likes to touch her.

"There's nothing like it. Don't be weird. Just eat it."

"Why are you the right one here. I should always be right." Still don't want to lose.

"Yes, you're right. Quickly spend it." Just give up first or there's no end to it.

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