Whose Seed is in My Womb?
BE SURE FIRST

Romeo looks busy in the kitchen, not to cook, but to make pregnant women's milk for Rere. And when he was ready, he took the glass of chocolate milk to Rere's room on the second floor.

Hearing the sound of knocking on the door, Rere who was reading put his novel on the bed. Get out of bed to open the door.

"Romeo." Rere's gaze was instantly fixed on the glass of milk Romeo had brought. It feels like you have never bought the milk of pregnant women, then what milk does Romeo bring?

"Can I come in?"

"I, yes." Rere stepped aside from the door, giving the man a way to enter.

"I made milk for you."

"Milk's pregnant?" Rere scrunched his forehead.

"Yes, it was fitting to pick you up, I stopped by the minimarket to buy milk."

Rere really doesn't think out. Romeo could be this careful. Haikal, who I love only, canceled the wedding because she was pregnant. But Romeo, the man he just met, treated him this well. Not only did it save her family from disgrace, but it also accepted and cherished the fetus in its womb like its own flesh and blood.

"Hi, why dumbass? Don't like chocolate milk? Do I want to buy you another one, vanilla or something?"

"Ti, no need." Rere took a glass in Romeo's hand and drank it to the end. He's not a milk lover, but it tastes really good.

Seeing that there was milk left on Rere's lips, Romeo wiped it with his thumb. For a moment they stared at each other. Romeo's heart pounded as his finger touched Rere's red lips. The shadow of that night came to his head, as he kissed the red lips Buru hurried Romeo to pull his hand and averted his gaze.

"K, do you like it?" Romeo wants to re-dilute the atmosphere. But there, his voice even sounded flat out of nervousness.

"Nob." Rere put the empty glass on the nightstand. "I usually don't like milk the most."

"Maybe because that makes the handsome so delicious."

"Haha." Rere couldn't help but laugh at Romeo's spiciness. If you look at it, Romeo is handsome, eleven twelve with Haikal because of his brother.

"It seems like every day I have to praise myself handsomely to let you laugh" Romeo joked.

Seeing the novel lying on Rere's bed, Romeo is moved to retrieve it. LARA, she read the title of the novel. From the title alone, it has been seen if it is a sad novel. Did Rere just read it?

But that is the habit of some people. When sad, they actually like to read sad readings, watch dramas that make crying, and listen to songs. Strange, instead of looking for references that can make laugh, even maximize the situation so that the crying is more surprising.

"Do you like to read?" Romeo opened the novel. Read the title in several chapters. He could tell if Lara was the name of the main character just by reading a little chapter snippet.

"Like, even I can spend hours just reading."

"Do you like this novel?"

"I like Lara." This is the second time Rere has read the novel. "I like the fight. He's the kid that the scavenger found in the trash. Her tiny body was covered in wounds, making the scavenger give her the name Lara. Excommunicated by her friends, only befriended a pile of garbage since childhood, but did not make Lara desperate. He became a successful man as an adult."

"Did lara cry like you?"

Romeo closed the novel he was holding and placed it on the nightstand.

"Lara doesn't seem to have time to cry" said Romeo.

"Where do you know, have you ever read?"

"Just my guess. Usually, someone who has been friends with the wound since the lackey, will become accustomed as time goes on. And the thing that's become a habit, won't make her shed tears." Romeo walked towards the dresser, taking a photo of Rere on top of it. Little Rere laughed loudly with his parents.

"It turns out you've been pretty since you were a kid."

"Sucks, do you really think my beauty is the result of blackmail? I've been pretty since I was a kid, even in the womb."

Romeo chuckled at hearing it.

"Hopefully if our daughter, she is also like you, has been beautiful since the womb."

Rere. Hearing Romeo mention our son, why does it feel so strange.

Romeo frowned looking at Rere's expression from the makeup mirror. Was there a wrong speech so that Rere's facial expression changed immediately?

Romeo put the photo back and approached Rere who was sitting on the bed.

"Is something wrong? Can't I call him our son?"

Rere patted the bed next to him, hinting Romeo to sit there.

"Why do you love this kid? Even his real father doesn't want to know."

Remeo clucked to see Rere's tears dripping down. I don't know how many stock of tears until it doesn't run out even though it continues and continues to flow.

"There's a Re." Romeo grabbed Rere's hand and grabbed it. "I'm his father, don't think about anything else. Let's just say, I'm his real father." Romeo's fingers moved to wipe Rere's tears. "Oh yeah, have you thought about what kind of effort?" He deliberately shifted the topic. Discussing about the father of the fetus only makes his heart work harder.

"I'm still confused."

"Mama said, you like flowers. And in that yard, all of you who planted and cared for him. Why not try a flower business?"

"flower?" Rere's still not sure. He does love flowers, but to make it a business, it feels unable.

"Let's find a reference first, I'll help you too."

"But what if it fails?"

Romeo bobbing head. "That's one mindset that makes people unable to succeed. I haven't tried yet, I think I failed first. Have you ever heard the term suggestive? If your mind fails, it will fail. Sure it will be a success, first try."