The Uterus for My Husband's Best Friend
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Melanie heads to the kitchen to ask the chef about Felichia's green bean porridge.

"It's ready, Miss!" Report the chef while pointing towards the two bowls of green bean porridge that still smoke.

"Why are there two bowls? One for whom?" Ask Melanie to the chef.

A maid immediately brought a bowl of porridge to Felichia's room so that it could be enjoyed by the pregnant woman.

"So Mr. Dean also wants to eat green bean porridge, Miss. So I made two bowls" explained the chef who immediately made Melanie wrinkle her eyebrows.

Since when does Dean like green bean porridge?

"Where is Dean now?" Ask Melanie again to the chef.

"Upstairs in her study, Miss," replied the chef who only made Melanie nod.

"Let me drive Dean's porridge. You take care of Felichia and get her whatever she wants or needs" Melanie told one of the maids who was delivering Dean's porridge.

"Well, Miss!"

Melanie got up from her wheelchair and immediately carried a tray of Dean's porridge, and the woman carefully climbed the stairs and headed straight to Dean's office on the second floor.

Melanie had to stop twice as she climbed the long stairs, because her lower abdomen is often painful lately, especially if Melanie walks too long or after making love to Dean.

But Melanie hasn't told Dean about this because Melanie thinks it might just be the effect of a uterus removal surgery she hasn't had for a year.

Tok tok!

Melanie knocks on Dean's door before pushing it open. Dean was surprised not to be upset when he found Melanie who had climbed to the second floor.

"Mel, why are you going up the stairs?" Checar Dean who immediately grabbed Melanie's shoulder and guided his wife to the sofa.

"I delivered your porridge, Dean. Since when do you like green bean porridge?" Ask Melanie full of questions.

Dean was silent for a moment before answering Melanie's question. Dean also did not know since when he liked the porridge that he had avoided so much.

"I don't know! Maybe this is still part of the annoying pregnancy syndrome," replied Dean whose facial features had turned upset.

"Felichia also asked for green bean porridge earlier. Is this just a coincidence or do you have an inner bond now?" Melanie laughs insinuatingly.

"Oh, huh? I really don't know," Dean said, pretending to be clueless when Dean had obviously eavesdropped on Melanie and Felichia talking about green bean porridge, then Dean told the chef to make green bean porridge as Felichia asked.

Ck!

Dean's been lying to Melanie lately because of the fucking cravings that never end. There's seven months left, and maybe Dean's and Melanie's household will fall apart if Dean can't control himself and continues to be deceived by this annoying craving.

"Dean, why are you daydreaming? Your porridge's freezing, "Belter Melanie, who immediately disperse Dean's daydream.

"You didn't bribe me, honey! How can I eat?" Dean rubbed Melanie's face and tried to be romantic and gentle with his wife. Dean must be able to take control of himself and fight his damn cravings and interest in Felichia.

Felichia Erlan's wife, Dean!

And his current position in this house is merely as a surrogate womb!

"You're always being spoiled!" Decak Melanie who started scooping green bean porridge on the bowl, then feed it slowly to Dean.

"Nake?" Melanie asked Dean for her opinion after she had finished half a bowl of porridge.

"So bad, because you're the one feeding," replied Dean.

Melanie just chuckles and continues to feed Dean until the porridge in the toilet bowl is not left.

"By the way, you're up here how about we go to our old room" Dean suggested, who had brought his face closer to Melanie

"Don't you have to finish your job, Dean," Melanie recalled.

That room was Dean and Melanie's old room before Melanie got sick and sat in a wheelchair.

"You remember when we first got into this room?" Dean asked, who had closed the door, and gently pulled down Melanie's body.

"Yes! You carried me from the car to the second floor, then slammed my body on a bed of rose petals" Melanie replied, recalling her wonderful moment with Dean.

"I really didn't mean to slam you then! My hand suddenly cramped and you suddenly slipped out of the sling, " Dean said looking for excuses and justifications.

"All right, I believe!" Melanie's still chuckling and her head's mangosteen.

"How about we repeat what happened back then after I slammed your body into the bed?" Dean asked teasingly.

The man also took off his shirt.

"It's morning, Dean!" Melanie looking for an excuse.

"Love in the morning makes you more passionate," Dean started to strip Melanie of her clothes.

"You're crazy! We did it last night. You'll be vomiting again if you make too much love." Melanie warns Dean once again.

"No way! I love making love to you, so I won't"

"Ouch!" Melanie grimaces when Dean starts making love to his wife.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked who hurriedly stopped his activities.

Melanie still grimaced as she held the bottom of her stomach.

"A little cramp, or what I don't know," Stammered Melanie answered Dean's question because the woman was still grimacing.

"It must be because you took the stairs earlier" murmured Dean.

Dean immediately confirmed Melanie's position and straightened his wife's legs.

"You shouldn't go up the stairs and don't get too tired, Mel!" Dean advised Melanie as her hands rubbed Melanie's stomach which had been held by his wife.

"We're going to the hospital, yeah!" Invite Dean next who has returned to wearing his clothes and pants.

"No!" Reply Melanie shook her head.

"I'm better, Dean!" Melanie took a deep breath.

"It's not sick anymore" Melanie repeated trying to convince Dean.

"Bas stubborn!" Dean rubbed his wife's face gently, before contacting the maid below to deliver warm water to the top.

"Dean," call Melanie spoiled

"Can your work be postponed? I want you to hold me here" Melanie patted the empty space on the bed right next to her.

"Very can! Want me to hug you till when?" Dean got into bed and grabbed Melanie.

"For as long as possible" Melanie's great-granddaughter further immersed her body into Dean's warm embrace.

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