Don't Want to Split

Chapter 20 - A Fact

"Hmmphh!" Her Zephanas breath was choked when Ezra's mouth cupped her lips. Shut her up with a kiss.

The turmoil within Ezra overflowed, asking to be resolved but not yet. This is not the way, he will wait until Zefanya is comfortable with him. Ezra let go of Zefanya's lips as the woman stopped revolting from him.

The breaths of the two were breathless by the emotions that were present between them. Zephaniah's clear eyes blinked as Ezra's hand stroked Zephaniah's tapered cheek and whispered. "How can I choose someone else if I can't live without you?"

Zefanya lost the words.

"Come, eat! Or do you want me to kiss again?" persuade Ezra to be accompanied by a threat.

Zefanya fled her gaze to the floor, embarrassed. He could have been soft on Ezra's lips.

"Open your mouth!" ezra's orders are soft.

Zefanya. A piece of meat was already right in front of Zephanya's mouth, the smell was out making worms - worms in his stomach began to rebel.

"Ma moitie?"

Ezra's call pierces his feelings, guilt re-attacks. Without even looking, Zefanya felt the loving gaze of Ezra. The man has not changed, still loves him.

Sorrowfully, Zefanya opened her mouth to receive a bribe from Ezra. The man smiled with satisfaction. Ezra painstakingly continued to feed Zefanya until the last piece of meat. Then he cut the cheesecake and returned to feed Zefanya who only resigned until the food and drink ran out.

"Come on!" Ezra reached out to help Zefanya stand up.

"Yes?"

"As promised, I'll show you something."

Seeing Zefanya hesitating, Ezra pulled his wife's hand out of his room. This stubborn woman indeed once upon a time had to be a little forced. Zephanya's steps stopped, he memorized the Ezra mansion to every corner. This direction led to a room that he absolutely did not want to visit at the moment. The baby's room!

"Zie?"

"I. want to go back to the room. I'm tired." Zephaniah refused, suddenly he was afraid of what Ezra would show. He was not ready to face something that hurt his heart.

But Ezra does not accept rejection, once he wants then that is what will happen. She lowered her head and held Zefanya in a sack-like position, taking her to her nursery.

"Ezra! Lower me!" zefanya panicked.

Ezra didn't respond to anything. He kept bringing his Zefanya into the room he was referring to. There Ezra immediately let down Zefanya without taking his wife's hand, worried that his wife had run away. This woman often does things beyond the last guess - lately, Ezra does not want to be perverted again.

"Thank you, Lissa. You can go back to your room and rest." Ezra ordered the nanny who was standing by there.

After making sure Zefanya is not going anywhere, Ezra guides Zefanya to the crib. The tiny creature looks like it is busy rolling there. As soon as he saw Ezra, the small hand reached out instantly. His eyes sparkled cheerfully, looking like he was waiting - waiting for his Daddy to come.

Ezra let go of Zephaniah's hand, then gently lifted the baby up and held it for a while. Then she said softly to the baby.

"Darling, I'll introduce you to someone. You'll love it."

"Note to Louisa well - well!" ezra's orders were gentle but firm. "Especially, look at her eye color a mix of light brown with a hint of green and orange. Hazel eye color is only owned by five percent of the world's population. From her eyes alone, you should know who the real mother of this child is."

Several times Zefanya's eyes blinked in confusion as she stared intensely at the baby girl before her.

'Hazel's eyes? And there's a brown circle in the baby's pupil called Louisa.'

Zefanya recalls that Ezra often said that the brownish red eye is one of the unique colors, usually owned by people of the Middle East, North Africa, Brazil, and Spain. And that is the favorite characteristic in her that Ezra likes the most. There is still Spanish blood in Zephaniah.

With his head held high, Zefanya looked at Ezra not understanding. That questioning look made Ezra's look dark. Dingy.

"When Doctor Sandra shows you pictures of your aunt and sister, you remember them immediately." Ezra breathed heavily. "I was hoping that you would recognize Louisa right away when you saw her. I keep praying that you realize that she is our daughter. My daughter and your daughter, Zie."

Zefanya.

He stood in front of Ezra, slowly clinging to the crib of a baby nearby. Knees limp. Realizing Zefanya's condition, Ezra immediately swept her into the chair with one hand. While the other hand was holding little Louisa who was busy babbling in baby language.

Wait, whoa! Zefanya felt like she had to re-process events after events. There were a lot of things missing from his memory, all overlapping.

"He... Our baby?" zefanya muttered between conscious and not, trying to confirm once again Ezra's statement.

"Yes, Ma Moitie. He's our son, our biological son. The fruit of our love. She's six months old, if you count - count she must have been conceived on our honeymoon."

"No! It can't be!" Zefanya shook her head, refusing to believe what she heard.

"But this is the truth, dear." insisted Ezra. "You can check it yourself at the hospital where she was born. I can show you all their data, including the name of the doctor who handled it at birth."

Ezra bent down and placed Louisa in Zephaniah's lap. The man rubbed his baby's head while letting Louisa hold his finger so as not to cry.

"Look good, Zie! You'll find a miniature of yourself inside Louisa. His smile, his hazel eyes. It's like you, isn't it?"

Zefanya. His gaze could not be separated from the baby on his lap. A very beautiful baby. Instead of being happy, Zefanya was intrigued when she recognized the characteristics of herself attached to Louisa. Yes, this baby is his son. And Ezra's son.

"No!!!" pekik Zefanya hysterical. "No, no. Don't!" Furthermore, this time his tone was more akin to a frightened whisper.

In the next instant, Zefanya threw the innocent baby into the arms of her father. After that he ran out of the room without looking back.

"The zoo! Stopit! Come back!" ezra shouted along with Louisa's surprised cry.

The poor baby was not only shocked by Ezra's scream but also by Zephaniah's sudden blow.

Arriving at the room, Zefanya went straight to the bathroom and locked the door from the inside. She was observing a shadow of herself, how could she not know if she had ever given birth? He revealed the blouse he was wearing, then observed the bottom of his stomach.

"Yes, God!" his complaints are full of regrets.