The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 85

Pram sleep is disturbed when he feels movement in his soft bed. After a long time, he was finally able to enjoy the luxurious room facilities. His peace with Kailla allowed him to re-hug his wife through the night, giving up the longing he held for days.

“Kai, where are you going?” Pram patted the side of his empty bed. Cowering over the bed, Pram covers his naked body with

“It's noon. I have to prepare breakfast for you and the twins.” Kailla picked up the nightgown and put it on hurriedly. A little late, Pram will overwhelm him again. Many days of fasting, she understood well with the spirit of her husband who was tireless even though the age was not young anymore.

“Kai, I don't need breakfast. Need you. Enough of you without your nightgown.” Pram turned around and chuckled to see the wife wearing a hasty nightgown.

“Where to?” Pram suddenly got up and jumped down from the bed. Within seconds he had locked his wife's body, hugging from behind.

“Don't be crazy. I've been tired all night serving you. In the meantime I let you vent it on those two rolls.” Kailla laughed while pointing at the bolster.

“No taste. Guling can't sigh like you, honey,” whispered Pram biting his wife's little earlobe.

“Later tonight only, yes. I can't stand it today. The kids will soon wake up and be annoying. Try to imagine ... in important moments, suddenly we are raided by a small Satpol PP. That's not very nice, darling.” Kailla reminded.

“Ah, you made me down.” Pram let go of his embrace and dropped the body onto the bed.

Kaila smiled nosily, walking over. The young pregnant mother had already jumped up on top of her husband's innocent body.

“Aw, Kai. My only asset.” Pram shook his head as Kailla sat comfortably on top of her body.

Laughing, Kailla didn't care. He was comforted when Pram was tormented.

“Rejected me but loved to prank me. What do you want, Kai?”

“Not existing.”

Clutching the slender waist of his wife, Pram rolled the mother of his children to lie next to him.

Screeches of shock echoed, teasing the silence. “Aaaaah.”

“You surprised me.” Kailla grumbling.

“Already, I was just kidding.” Pram looked to the side. The messy hair of Kailla. Want to stop time and enjoy these moments freely. No need to worry about work, no worry about children.

“Kai, I want kids to grow up fast. We will spend time together. Just you and me. Live the days without messing around with many things.”

Kailla. “Yes, this is my last pregnancy. After that, we make them mature as soon as possible and send them as far away as possible. So nothing interrupts our days. It's just me and you.”

“Appointment?” Pram carved a smile on his handsome face.

“No need promise. Someday the kids will grow up. When that time comes, the children themselves choose to stay away from us. I want when they grow up and learn things, we don't have to interfere. I want children to enjoy freedom and make decisions for themselves. I don't want them to feel what I feel. My kids should enjoy the freedom I never got all this time.” Kailla's gaze dimmed, looking at the ceiling of the room.

“Ya, I understand.” Pram smile. He grabbed his wife's shoulder and buried her in his arms

“Oh yes, today I will spend my lunch with Bella. Kids I'll take with me.”

“Is there an important event?” Pram.

“No. I'm bored at home. At least I can chat, spend time probing Real.”

“Good. What time?”

“May be noon.” Kailla seemed to think.

“If I'm not doing much work, I'll pick you up and the kids,” Pram explained as he sprinkled a kiss on the top of his wife's head.

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