Young Mothers
Shower together?

After being silent for a long time with his mind, Devano again stared intently at the two bodyguards he assigned to guard Al.

"Enhance security around Al as well as Ciara. Immediately find the mastermind behind the incident. And I don't want you guys to be so late watching the two of them. If until you are late and cause Al or Ciara to blister even a little, do not expect you to be safe from my observation," said Devano full of emphasis.

The two bodyguards looked troubled swallowing their saliva and doubtfully they both nodded their heads.

"Please go out and start investigating the incident earlier. After getting the directions immediately contact me!" devano's orders are undeniable. The two bodyguards were now standing from their seats after which they bowed their bodies respectfully, before they both came out of the room with a sigh that was a little relieved from before.

After the two bodyguards disappeared from behind the door, Devano now rested his body on the back of the chair that he had been sitting on and then he rubbed his face violently.

"Whoever would you dare touch my son and wife even if it were just a fingernail, I would never let you live quietly in this world" Devano murmured. Then as his heart and mind calmed down a little he walked out of his study towards the private room he and Ciara occupied. When he opened the door, his eyes narrowed when he saw Ciara sitting on the bed with a book in her hand.

Something flashed that made Devano smile sweetly. He now went into the room and began to move his feet toward Ciara who seemed not to realize his presence.

Devano immediately broke down his body and made Ciara's thigh as a cushion. Ciara who was initially surprised because there was something attached to her thigh was also, now her expression of surprise dispelled when she saw the face of the husband on her lap.

But for a moment the smile was gone replaced with a confused look of Ciara.

"Have you said you wanted to take a shower? Why are your clothes the same as before?" ask Ciara wonder.

"And I told you earlier that I wanted to do something first," devano answered and now he changed his sleeping position to face towards the distended stomach of Ciara and without permission first he immediately revealed the clothes that were being worn by Ciara until the distended stomach could he looked at it without any obstruction.

After that he showered a kiss towards Ciara's stomach. Ciara who saw Devano's treatment could only smile sweetly. Even the previous topic of conversation he no longer cared about.

"People can't wait to see you're born

in this world, dear," said Devano while stroking Ciara's stomach without changing her sleeping position earlier.

It seems that Devano's speech could be heard by their baby candidates because after Devano said it he was immediately countered with a fairly tight kick by the prospective child. A smile returned to the couple's face.

"It looks like Papa's son is happy to have a conversation with Papa, yes?" again Devano's chatter was kicked back from inside Ciara's stomach.

"Oh my goodness, Papa's worried about yourself, son. Patience is dear there is still 2 months left for us to meet. Papa loves you, son." Devano kissed Ciara's stomach again and for the umpteenth time he felt a kick from the baby.

He continuously rubbed the stomach to distract Ciara who seemed like every kick from the baby, his wife was enduring pain. Although the pain was less for the size of Ciara compared to giving birth but she could not hide her facial expression. Because he was the one who could not endure the pain even a little bit.

"Dear sick?" asked Devano who was worried about Ciara. Even he had risen from his fall.

"Sjust kittin. If compared to the same birth is much more sick who give birth," said Ciara comparing things that are far enough and unbalanced.

"Huh, sorry," Devano said in a hoarse voice like he was holding back tears that would spill at any time.

"Why apologize? Do you have any fault with me?" ask Ciara confused. Devano did not return his wife's gaze because his eyes were still focused on staring at his hand which had moved to stroke Ciara's stomach.

"I'm wrong with you, baby. The past records are back in my brain. I can't imagine how you used to crave, make money with an enlarged stomach, feel the pain of getting a kick from Al first and I can't imagine you giving birth to yourself without there I who incidentally as the father of Al is not beside you. Encourage you, give strength and keep you company as you bet your life to give birth to Al. Sorry, I'm sorry, honey." Now the tears that had been Devano weirs finally spilled also wet his cheeks. Let him be teased by Ciara whiny or something. He did not care because he always felt guilty about his actions in the past.

Ciara sighed then she changed her sitting position to face Devano then towards the husband, then without cue she immediately hugged Devano's body quite tightly.

"Not discussed anymore. Let the past be a memory that we will never see again and need not think about again. Didn't we also promise to forget and forgive the incident even we choose to make peace with our past. So please don't blame yourself again. Forget it all if you don't want to see me sad again because the shadows of the past are gone from my mind and will come back when you remind me. You want that to happen hmm?" Devano shook his head then violently he wiped his tears after which he returned a hug from Ciara.

"Thank you for letting me be next to you back and thank you for coming back in my arms, giving me a second chance. Thanks darlin. I'm grateful and very happy to have you" Devano concluded with a repeated kiss on the top of Ciara's head.

Ciara who hid her face in the chest of the field Devano nodded her head in response to all the words of the husband.

For a while they hugged each other until the sound of their bedroom door banging loudly that made them forced to let go of his embrace.

"Mom, Papa. Bukaine! Al wants in!" yelled Al from behind the door.

"Here's a minute, baby!" reply Devano. When he wanted to move to open the door of his son, his arm was blocked by Ciara which made the master was forced to stop his body to get out of the bed.

"Let me just. You take a shower there. Your body already stinks," said Ciara by covering his nose using one palm while the other palm he used to push Devano's body to immediately go to the bathroom.

Devano frowned then he kissed her shirt.

"Where there is a smell. I always love to know, baby."

"Ck, you just stink and go take a shower now!" decah Ciara's.

"Nothing. I smell sweetie. If you don't believe me kiss my armpit." Devano now brings Ciara's face closer to his armpit. But before Ciara's face managed to kiss her husband's armpit which is in fact always fragrant, Ciara reflexively rewinded her body until almost her body fell from the bed if Devano did not hold the body.

"It's a good thing" Devano said with a sigh of relief.

"Ck, you really, really jail to be a person. The bath there."

"Mandi yuk." Ciara glared her eyes as she listened to Devano's words earlier.

"Al's going to take a shower!" suddenly Al's voice just swept out.

"Your mouth is. Al so listen," ciara growled as she smacked Devano's lips slowly before moving to open the door for her son who had been waiting for them to open the door. While Devano now even scratched his nape that does not itch. Cursing to himself who is detached speaks like that.