
Maybe Jason has accepted it. The proof is that they are currently having breakfast together. During the wedding, it was the first time they had eaten together. Yes, there were indeed a few times when it was a family event, but in their own home, this was the first, and Latina was very happy.
"Taste you good." Jason smiled, then devoured another grilled sausage with eggs sprinkled with black sesame. It's normal, but the flavor is better.
"Eat a lot then. I also made pudding. You want?" ask Latina expectantly.
"certain." Jason nodded.
Latina hurriedly got up from her seat. He made a fruit pudding that he wanted to give to his mother. Offering Jason, apparently the man wanted to.
"Fruit pudding. It's good for digestion." Latina placed two cups of pudding in front of Jason.
Interesting appearance. Jason took one, then enjoyed it. It's really delicious, even Jason admits that Latina is more delicious than Nelis.
"May I bring you your lunch?"
"No need, honey. I'm already so full. I'll be busy later."
"That's what it looks like." Latina. He knew because every day, Nelis always made Jason lunch.
"Hey ... Why sad?" Jason lifted the chin.
"I'm fine."
"Later in the afternoon, I have a meal with a client. You want your husband's body fat?"
Latina laughed a little. "I like you now."
Jason drew his face closer, then he kissed his wife's forehead. Clearly this made Latina flinch. He touched his own forehead.
"I can't touch you? You're so shocked."
"Of course you can!" Latina said quickly. "I'm just surprised."
"I'm sorry, Latina. You must have suffered so much by my side."
"No, I'm so happy with you." Latina didn't want Jason to assume that he was tormented by this marriage.
Jason brought his face closer. This time it was not the forehead, but the lips that he kissed. Clearly Latina could only silently sculpt. He doesn't know what to do. It's too sudden. Jason's changed. Her husband had been kind by treating himself as a wife.
"I have to go to the office."
"Let me drive you to the front." Latina stammered in response to her husband.
Jason even laughed a little, then rubbed the tip of the sparkle of the lips that were a little smudged because of his actions.
"I like that you wear a blush like last night. You're so beautiful, Latina. I want you to wear that lipstick for our special occasion."
"Special ceremony?" Latina confused.
Jason nodded. "Yes, you and me."
Latina's heart was racing. Happy is also afraid. What special occasion does her husband plan to have. Maybe the honeymoon? Latina was really expecting it.
Like any other wife. Latina escorted Jason up to the porch, then the husband peeped his cheek before entering the car.
Jason hid the horn when he had been in his four-wheeled vehicle, then Latina waved.
One thing is for sure, Latina thanks him for the new lipstick she bought. He likes the advice of beauty sales if wearing a lip shadow can make a man crazy. Just this time Latina believed in the seller's talk. Jason really likes it.
Latina yells. He patted both cheeks, pinching his own arm. It hurts, and that means, it's not a dream, but reality.
"Jason loves me." He even jumped up and down like a child, even though he was 35 years old. "I love you, Jason."
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