The Love of the Racer
Omelette Slender

"Aren't you tired?" jeaven asked Jesslyn with part of her focus on the omelette inside the teflon.

"Smuck anyway." Although the lips said like that in fact did not make Jesslyn take off her embrace. Even his hands strengthened his groan. Jeaven's dashing back charm is like a magnet that attracts the desire to embrace warmth. It feels like wanting to stick all day while inhaling the masculine aroma that cuddles.

"Sit down first."

Instead of listening, Jesslyn moved in front of Jeaven and hugged her back. "Are you still a long time?"

Jeaven's hands immediately moved reflexively away Jesslyn's body that almost touched the stove. "Fraudulent. You can get hurt, Jesslyn," he scolds in anxious coats.

Jeaven's spontaneous voice rose slightly at once inviting a scowl on Jesslyn's pretty face. "You angry?"

Breathing sounds slow along with regret in the heart. He could have snapped at his wife. "I can be hard if you get hurt, Jesslyn." Her voice softened.

Jesslyn looked up to a pair of neutrals that began to be flooded with tears. Frankly his heart was extremely sensitive as Jeaven raised a voice. "But you were angry."

"No, Jesslyn. I'm not mad." Jeaven tried to convince his wife to stop being sad.

"But you also raised your voice earlier. You're yelling at me." Both corners of Jesslyn seemed to curve downwards preparing to cry.

"That's because I was surprised. Your back almost touched the stove that was still on." Jeaven briefly kissed Jesslyn's lips and then again said softly. "I told you earlier, if you get hurt I can be hard."

"I'm sorry, yes" Jesslyn sank her body in Jeaven's chest. The actions of Jeaven again made her calm and comfortable. Even the sobbing that almost came out of the mouth was swallowed back.

"I'm sorry too" Jeaven said, replying to Jesslyn's embrace. The kiss of love at the end of the head of the wife was not left behind.

"Yes." Yeah."

The couple drowned into the romantic atmosphere of love. Just a simple interaction. Without dramatic scenes or poetic words like poets. However, success creates harmony in the household.

"Jeav, is the omelette okay?" jesslyn suddenly smelled a familiar scent.

Jeaven also immediately remembered the cuisine that had been forgotten. Hands immediately turn off the stove fire because they see the shape of an omelette that is not worth eating. "Sorry," he answered.

Hearing the words of Jeaven, Jesslyn frowned and twisted her body to make sure. Until an omelette gosong filled the scenery. Surprisingly, the woman even developed a smile. A pair of hazel beads increasingly sparkling while swallowing saliva fluid that began to pour.

"Just throw it away."

"Don't!" stop Jesslyn quickly.

"It's not edible, Jesslyn."

"Who said? The omelette is looking good. I'll eat it."

"No, no," refused Jeaven who might have seen his wife eating food that looks unhealthy.

"Hm! Jeav, I want it ...," whined Jesslyn.

"Jess-"

"It seems like this is because of your son's will as well. Do you want our child born?" Jesslyn again whined while rubbing her stomach.

The establishment of Jeaven immediately collapsed when he realized that the wife was cravings. "Could you eat it?" However, he still asked before he agreed. She herself wasn't even sure she could eat that charred omelette let alone Jesslyn.

"Yes." Yeah." Jesslyn nodded steadily. "I'll wait there. Cepetan, I'm laper." The woman took off her embrace and walked towards the dining table.

"That's all," muttered Jeaven before continuing her work.

It didn't take long for Jeaven to prepare some breakfast. The warm atmosphere also enveloped in between the ritual of filling the stomach. Jesslyn was earnest with her words earlier, eating a burnt omelette voraciously and without waste. He even asked to be made again.

"Who?" Jeaven cleans Jesslyn's lips from food scraps.

"Hm, yes. As always, your cooking is always good" Jesslyn praised, inviting a proud smile on Jeaven's lips.

"I hope your cravings like this are enough once." As a husband really can't bear to see Jesslyn eating omelette scorching.

"I didn't promise. It's also your son's will, not mine."

"Hi! If you can't believe you're pregnant, let's know what cravings are like."

"I don't need to get pregnant to have cravings."

Jesslyn immediately put on a wondering face. The words of Jeaven turned out to be instantly digestible. Moreover, she remembered Callena's story about her husband who experienced nausea and vomiting while in Austria. And the addition of this morning he also had to hear the faint voice of Jeaven when in the bathroom who was trying to remove the contents of his stomach.

"You have sympathetic pregnant syndrome?" ask Jesslyn to make sure.

"It looks like that."

Jesslyn immediately smiled proudly. "I should feel sorry but can I be happy?" He continued to summarize the cheeks of Jeaven while looking warmly handsome sculpture in front of him. "Don't that mean you love me so much, Jeav?"

"Very."

"Very very very very?"

"Yes, very very very very." Jeaven chuckled and Jesslyn laughed too.

Jeaven pulled Jesslyn's body into her lap. Seen in awe the face of the lover of the heart that always succeeds in vibrating the soul. He did not want to remove the trace of the beautiful shadow from his eyes. Not to mention all the adorable behavior Jesslyn kept ringing in the head. That guy's really been intoxicated in romance.

"You're so pretty. I've been going crazy for a long time."

Just like Jeaven, Jesslyn was also holding a humming beat in the chest. The handsome shadow of the king of hearts adorned in his pair of hazel pearls. It is a beautiful taste that is reaping love. Never once was he able to escape his gift.

"Did you know? I'm often frustrated because of this face of yours." Jesslyn pinched both cheeks of Jeaven until her face looked cute.

"Why?"

"Your face always attracts the attention of women out there. I hate him so much."

"Should I wear my racing helmet every time I come out?"

"That's not a good idea. You look even more handsome when you wear your racing helmet."

"Wear the clown costume?" jeaven's advice.

"Good idea! Hello Kitty Costume." Jesslyn agreed.

"That's right."

"Aw! You're making me ticklish, Jeav. Stop that." Jesslyn giggles when her neck and shoulders are targeted by Jeaven's kiss.

"Jess." Spotlight Jeaven's eyes turned out to be foggy of passion.

"Main here?" Jesslyn could immediately read the meaning of Jeaven's gaze.

"Wanna try?"

Jesslyn's tongue did not launch the word, but a hand that had been moving skillfully unzipped Jeaven pants was enough to be the answer.

"Meet, yey!" Jesslyn was as excited as a child as the tail of Jeaven was already in her power.

While Jeaven seemed to have done nothing and let Jesslyn play as she pleased. Until the heating must be paused when the sound of the doorbell sounds.

Jeaven immediately walked towards the door and opened it. Until the eyes are greeted by a person's unfriendly face.

"You'd better kill me!" Guests still standing at the door looked furious.

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