HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

What happened to Claire?

This morning was the morning I had been waiting for a long time, I was finally able to return home with my little daughter who was now born to see the beautiful world.

On my way home, I sat in the back seat nursing Chamomile, while my husband was still busy with his cell phone, no matter who he was calling.

"What's wrong?" manya curious.

"Ah, there's nothing, I just want to make sure all the office matters are safe when I'm not around," he replied, putting the phone in his pants pocket.

"Where's Joe?"

"She's home, there's a surprise for you" she replied with a flirtatious smile, pinching my cheek in a fit of anxiety.

"Ih, now flirt yes," I said not to lose by pinching his waist.

"Aw, it hurts, honey."

"Ssssttt, don't yell, Mile will wake up," I said as I placed my index finger in front of my lips.

After arriving at the front of the house, all the servants and gardeners and the chefs were lined up neatly near the main door as if welcoming the arrival of a royal princess, everyone carried a white rose with a smile.

"Honey, is this a surprise for me?" ask me not to believe, while the one asked just nodded and smiled.

The front yard and garden are decorated with various cute pink ornaments, rose flower arrangements decorate the entire garden area.

As this leg began to step, Salimah pushed the baby carriage and asked me to put Chamomile there, Salimah pushed it in front of me, while I walk behind him while receiving every gift given by the servants of this house.

In the living room, papa has welcomed me with Claire and Joe.

"Claire, are you coming?" I said half as I ran to him.

"Hey, hey, just slow down, young mama. I'm not going to run away" she smiled beautifully and hugged me.

"You said you were busy" I said slightly pursing my lips, because when I called him last night, he said he was having a lot of important business, disappointed.

"Indeed, I was busy preparing gifts for my new niece and her mother" he replied.

I'm happy with everyone's arrival and surprise, even this is too much.

"You need to rest, Sa. Come on, I'll take you to the room." Claire offered herself.

"Yes, you better take a break, son. Don't move too much, remember the donter's message," said my father-in-law.

"Alright, Pa. Sabrina to the room first," I replied with a smile.

"May I carry it?"

"I've washed my hands, changed my clothes and used a handsanitizer, I deliberately don't wear a pungent-smelling perfume" he continued.

"Of course you can, Claire," I replied as I took Chamomile from her pram, then I handed it to Claire.

"Uluh-ten, so beautiful, so much like me, yes," Claire joked with a laugh.

The stairs are quite a lot of this makes the stitches in my sensitive area feel pain because it has not dried, every step up the stairs it feels .. uhh, pain.

Upon reaching the room, Chamomile squirmed and slightly muttered in Claire's sling, seemingly thirsty.

"Sa, does she want to cry?" ask Claire to panic.

"It looks like it, Claire."

"Why? is the way I'm carrying me wrong?"

"No, maybe she's thirsty."

"Oh, I think she's not comfortable with me," Claire replied sighing, then handed Chamomile in my sling.

After a long time he suckled, finally he went back to sleep soundly, I put him in the baby box that we had prepared in advance.

Although we have prepared a special nursery for Chamomile, but for a while I still take him to sleep with me in one room, maybe for the next few months, I do not want to be out of control of him.

"Actually, I've been in town since last night" Claire said, sipping the orange juice Salimah brought.

"I ...."

"Why, Claire?" Seeing the beautiful woman's cheeks blushing made me even more curious

"Me, dinner with Joe" he said shyly.

"Well, a progression." I smiled at her looking embarrassed, but there was a slight awkwardness from her expression that I might not have been able to interpret.

"He proposed to me, Sa."

"Huh, proposed to you? you .... seriously?" I said a little screamed, to the point that Chamomile was distracted and almost woken up, before he actually cried, I swiftly swung the baby box to make him fall asleep again.

"Well, congratulations, Claire. Congratulations, finally ...."

"But it's too late, Sa. It's too late" Claire said, covering her face with both palms, her shoulders shaking slightly, indicating she was holding tightness in her chest and a restrained cry.

"Why crying? I don't understand, what do you mean late, what's late?" manya I'm raining.

She was shaking, still covering her tear-jerking face, I immediately hugged her, trying to calm her heart that might be in disrepair.

"Cry, get it all out if it makes you feel better" I continued.

A moment later, my husband was standing at the door of the room carrying a glass of milk for me, but I gave him the code to leave us alone, so he decided to leave.

Almost half an hour in the room, Claire spent just crying, not knowing what she was thinking, but the woman looked so hard.

I didn't force him to tell stories, I let him calm down first, if he gets better, he'll tell me everything without me asking.

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Lunch time had come, my husband and I chose to eat in the room because they did not want to leave Chamomile, who was still sleeping.

Claire, Papa and Joe eat together in the dining room.

"Honey, do you know anything about Claire and Joe?" my many.

"No, didn't Claire cry in this room from the morning, didn't she tell me anything?" He asked back.

"No, I can't bear to ask questions, maybe he's not ready to tell a story yet" I replied as I put food in my mouth.

Oeekk ... Oeekk ...

Suddenly the sound of Chamomile crying in the baby box sounded loud, maybe he had been awake since then but I did not realize it because I was too focused on thinking about Claire.

"Continue eating, I'll carry her" my husband said, holding me back to stand. He immediately washed his hands and held Chamomile on his shoulders, the burly hand gently patting the little guy's butt until he regained his composure and fell asleep.

After I finished eating, I took turns holding Chamomile and told him to continue eating. Out of nowhere she learned how to hold a baby and soothe a crying baby, but I was proud of her.

Having our first child without any experience makes us have to learn a lot and be extra patient to take care of Chamomile.

Even though my husband paid two baby sitters to look after Chamomile, I did not leave the full needs of my baby to them, I should be able to take care of Chamomile on my own, they only helped me a little when I needed to.

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