Loving you is my choice

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Day after day, month after month. Nabila is now eight months old. Doni is increasingly showing his possessive attitude to Nabila. While Mira does not stop pampering her daughter-in-law. In the current gestational age Nabila looks more contained than before.Nabila is so very fat and round, and it makes Doni more nervous to see it.

"Darling you look so cute, and prettier and sexy," said Doni teasing Nabila who had just finished her shower.

"You're bad at me mas?, the body melar rich gini in say sexy, mas ngak wrong see right?."

"Yes, don't dong dear," said Doni as he stepped closer to Nabila and hugged her from behind the wheel to gently caress Nabila's stomach.

"Mas, now our son is very active in my stomach," said Nabila with a happy smile.

"Darling, I can't wait to see our son born."

"I'm also a mas."

"Yes, how about we go find a name for our son?." Asking while looking towards Nabila.

"May, but I'll put some clothes on." He said as he walked towards the wardrobe.

After finishing wearing clothes Nabila walked towards Doni.

"Slow down dear," said Doni when he saw Nabila walking faster towards him.

After Nabila sat down beside him. Doni started to open a google account and then began looking for a good name for their prospective child who will be born a month later.

"If our daughter names Alia Larasati Atmaja, if our son names Aby Larasati Atmaja, how do you think you love the two names?," Ask Doni to Nabila.

"What a beautiful name, I really like both names."

Said while leaning his face on Doni's field chest.

Auuuduuu, Ringgis Nabila while holding his stomach.

"Why are you, baby?, is anyone sick?" said Doni frantically, calling Mira.

"Ma, Mama's here," cried Doni.

Nabila laughed at Doni's panic. Mira also went into the room to panic because she heard Doni's scream just now.

"So Nabila cringed in pain Ma."

"Right sweetheart?, is anyone sick?," asked Mira to Nabila.

"What's wrong with Ma, I was crying because the baby was kicking my stomach, I felt a little pain earlier, but Doni immediately shouted richly that way," said Nabila while laughing.

Hearing Nabila's words, Doni frowned. Doni asked too.

"Kick, how do you kick your stomach?, the baby is not born yet?."

Layers, one story landed on Doni's head.

"Bas an idiot."

"Auuu, Ma, sick." Ringgis Doni's.

"Here are your hands, Mas" said Nabila quietly.

Doni also gave his hand to Nabila, then Nabila put Doni's hand on his stomach. Slowly - slow Doni stroked softly Nabila's stomach. But suddenly a kick that was so felt in the hands of Doni. Doni was a little surprised and said.

"Darling this is really our baby's kick?."

"Yes, Mas that kicks our son-in-law."

"Ma, the prospective son of Doni is already smart to kick," said Doni with a moved tone and it made Mira cry. Mira hugged her son and daughter-in-law until they cried happily.

"Ma, already dong, I and Nabila followed the cry because of mama," said Doni melted the atmosphere.

Hearing Doni's words, Nabila raised her voice.

"Ma, I'm hungry." Soft-saying.

"Eat here or eat at the dinner table?," asked Mira passionately.

"On the dinner table alone Ma, I still have a strong walk," said Nabila softly.