Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Extraordinary Blessings

Yeah, it's a great blessing. I don't even crave weird food. Whatever I eat as long as I stay to eat and able to meet my hunger that comes without time. Strange only one, my wish is unreasonable, I want Daddy to sleep shirtless and I have to squeeze my head under his armpits to sleep well every night. It feels comfortable, and soothing.

The next morning, he forced a smile as he moved his numb hands or a sore shoulder because he had to put his hands under my neck or next to his head. But he never complained. "Just nine months," he said consolingly.

And you know, one of the other things that really makes him enthusiastic, which is when we check up the womb. The first time we heard our fetal heartbeat, Daddy was holding onto his chest, feeling his own heart beating violently in there, he said.

Well, I'm living this pregnancy very happily. In fact, even though Daddy still kept asking me for my mental health control to the psychiatrist, I never had a problem with it. After all, the doctor had not given me any more anti-depressant drugs after I became pregnant. Although in Malang I was treated by a new doctor, but I assume I met an old friend when the doctor visited me.

Know why?

Because Daddy. He always treated me with his love spells. He said this, "Just relax, Kejora. Just relax our lovemaking rhythm slowly. Enjoy, as we enjoy our lovemaking moments that always warm our love. Feel it, feel it to its last throb."

And I always giggled at his ridiculous and even ridiculous sentences.

"I was happy to hear your laughter" he said, then he hugged me tightly and I was able to sleep well.

But, by remaining silent in the house, I can control my grief. I made that moment for happiness. I chose to busy myself by cooking food for Mr. Fikri and asking Daddy to deliver it -- with a letter.

Thank you for your sincerity, Father. I truly apologize and thank you sincerely.

"Dad, please tell me about my pregnancy, will you?" I asked after kissing the back of his hand, before Daddy went to deliver the food to the toilet. "I don't know why, but I'm sure, she'll be happy to hear it."

Daddy smile. "Yes, Honey. I'll tell you."

It was like telling my father that his son was pregnant and he would get a grandson from this daughter. It's the first time I've done this, something I hope will make Mr. Fikri happy --and feel my happiness.

Before leaving, Daddy knelt down in front of my stomach, and he whispered, "This is all thanks to you. Thank you, dear. You're my most beautiful star besides Mommy. Daddy loves you."

Ah, happy me.