HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

The Chamomile Arsyana Briella

After everything was done, I was immediately placed in the inpatient room with my baby, the hospital room that had been conjured into a comfortable small palace, a variety of cute knickknacks adorned every corner, this pink-dominated wall paint seemed to match the birth of my daughter.

"I've prepared everything in advance, dear," my husband said as I was amazed to see every corner of the place.

I was still sitting in a wheelchair, holding my little angel who seemed to fall asleep very soundly after full drinking ASI. Because of our very healthy condition, we only stayed one night, tomorrow morning the doctor allowed us to go home.

"Yet your father and mother will be here soon" he continued.

"Have you told them?"

"Of course, nothing will be missed for this precious moment."

"Thank you, Honey." I gave her a smile full of sincerity.

I immediately moved my body on a large padded mattress, and laid my little girl on my right side.

I looked fixedly at his face that was so funny, his nose was small, his eyebrows neatly lined with natural embroidery, his lips tiny and thin, splitting at the bottom.

Every now and then she seems to smile like she's dreaming something, the dimples on both her cheeks are so deep, what a beautiful side of me.

"Honey, your father and mother have come" my husband said, making me pause to look at the shade of the little guy's face.

"Son," called the mother with teary eyes, she was still standing staring at the door.

"Come, Mom. Look at your beautiful granddaughter" I said.

With happiness mom and dad came up to me, then mom gently carried my sleeping daughter.

"She's so beautiful" she stroked her cheek, the father who seemed moved just smiled as he wiped the clear circles that fell from her eyes.

"Of course, Mom. My son is beautiful, like his mother" my husband replied proudly.

"Has your father been told, son?" ask dad.

"Here, it may be a little later, because he planned to come to the house today, so before Sabrina had a contraction this morning, papa had already left first," my husband replied.

We joked together, admiring the adorable little guy, while my husband was busy tidying up some of the gifts my father and mother had brought for his granddaughter.

"What's his name?" ask mother.

"Emm, I'll tell her after you get there" my husband said

"Why do you now like to play secrets anyway," I said glanced at him, but I was also very curious about the name he had planned for the birth of our daughter.

As agreed in the beginning of my pregnancy when we did not know the sex of the little one, if he was born a boy, then I will prepare a name for him, but if he is born a girl, if he is born a boy, his father will give him a name.

When the third USG in the fourth month of my gestation, it was predicted that our baby would be a boy, but the prediction changed in the seventh month of pregnancy, the doctor said if the baby was a girl.

For me, man or woman alike, he is a gift, a child that God has entrusted to us, and he is the fruit of the seed of our love that has flourished.

Moments later my father-in-law came, he was carrying a large bouquet of white lilies and a small golden box, the two bodyguards behind him also carry a variety of cute and beautiful ornaments themed baby girl.

Everyone in the room immediately smiled at the arrival of my father-in-law, my parents immediately shook hands, not forgetting my husband, he seemed impatient to show the little guy to his father.

"Father," I said, the man approached and handed me the bouquet.

"Thank you, Son. Thank you for giving the little angel to the family, thank you for fighting to give birth to the grandchild of papa," she said with teary eyes. I nodded and smiled.

"This is Sabrina's duty, Pa. Being a perfect woman by giving birth to a successor is the ideal of every woman" I said.

"It's a gift to thank you, papa" said papa, handing the small box to me.

"Open up" he continued.

I opened it, and it turned out to be a necklace with a beautiful light blue diamond pendant.

"Of course, son. A woman who has struggled to risk her life deserves to be rewarded for her success" he said with a smile.

I'm so happy, what a hard thing to get, such a loving husband and so good in-laws is a complete package.

When papa grabbed his little granddaughter from her son's arms, my husband came over and put this beautiful necklace around my neck.

"It's perfect, pretty," she said.

"Papa always has a taste that is not inferior to you, Ga," papa teased. My parents and I just laughed when they saw it.

Papa's gift items as a gift of his grandson's birth have been placed neatly lined with gifts from my father and mother. I can't wait to get home soon.

"What's his name, Ga?" ask papa while gently stroking her grandson's cheek.

"Chamomile Arsyana Briella, can be called Chamomile" replied my husband.

"Ah, a very pretty name, fits well with my granddaughter, '" replied papa.

"What's the name, Honey?" my many.

"In the long run, throughout our love struggle."

"Ciyeeeeee ..." cheered my father and my parents together.

"You don't want to slip your big surname?" I was curious, because he did not seem to use his great name for the little one, 'Wijaya'.

"No, she has to be a tough woman like her mother, she has to be an independent woman like her mother, she has to be able to stand on her own two feet without the frills of Vijaya's name," replied my husband firmly.

"Good, papa really likes your principles, Ga," he exclaimed.

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Tonight I could not fall asleep, my father and mother decided to stay in the hospital to take care of me, while my husband drove his father home, because papa's trip was quite far away made him tired, so I asked him not to stay with us in the hospital.

"You don't want to eat anything, son?" ask mother.

"No, Ma. Sabrina's not hungry," I replied, I'm just restless not being able to sleep because my breasts are tightening and feeling very painful. Even Chamomile often cries because the ASI that comes out too hard and makes him often choke.

"Mom will prepare a warm water compress for your breasts*, son," said the mother passed away, maybe she understood what I felt, especially she had given birth twice.

This hospital room is very complete and large, there is a mini kitchen and bathroom in it, one room for patients and one more room specifically for the resting place of visiting relatives.

After my mother came to bring warm water, I immediately compressed my breasts*which looked bigger than usual. After feeling better, I took my phone lying on the table.

I pressed the green button on Claire's name on the phone screen.

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