Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Is This Fuckin' Pregnant?

One month and languish? It was just a shadow, in fact, a month passed with tension every day.

Since Kira has been allowed to go home, Kira begins to nausea and vomiting in the morning, sometimes at night as well. Even if he is sleeping, he can get nauseous suddenly.

One month, somersault with pity and could not bear to see the pain his wife was experiencing. But, instead of whining spoiled, Kira instead carved a smile on her pale and withered lips. But, for whatever reason, he felt his wife was very beautiful despite her sunken eyes. There is a different aura. Probably right, pregnant women are beautiful and sexy.

Harris was tidy and fresh, as Kira opened her eyes wide with her arms around her mouth. Harris directly carried his wife as light as cotton into the bathroom, lowering her slowly in front of the sink. Harris's facial sharpness receded, while gently massaging Kira's neck.

Kira felt her stomach stir, and pushed the contents out. Nothing came out, only a yellow liquid that felt hot and bitter passed through his throat and tongue. Be ill. The long, pale skinny hand reached for the tap to wash his lips. A glass of warm white water piled towards him.

Kira smiled before downing the water for the rest of the half. Harris prepared warm water before taking a bath. Yes, this month, she became an independent and alert husband. Whatever his wife needed was already available in the room, Kira was already like a queen.

Now, they moved to the magnificent house of Vishnu Dirgantara. Not only was the husband excessive, his father-in-law was also more terrible.

"Thank you, Brother!" Said Kira in her husband's ring again. Although upset, Kira chose to obey only. As long as her husband is at home, she is left to ask for, and in the blink of an eye all will be available. Lebay, but Kira doesn't want to upset her husband and is increasingly worried about him.

Harris was silent, I don't know, it's like the tip of a feeling he's been holding for a month. Harris placed Kira gently on the bed, as if afraid that Kira would crack. Not to forget a warm kiss is always pinned on his wife's forehead.

Harris stared at his wife's sliver as if sucked up by vampires, thin and pale. Looks weak and frail. Maybe if hit by a blow, his wife's body will be scattered. A shock? Harris had no desire to touch his wife. He didn't even think there. Her days were filled with the shadow of the torment of young pregnant.

Harris snatched his cell phone, and sat down again next to his wife. Leaning that head on his shoulders, stroking it slowly.

"Abang was not a sport first?" Kira raised her face, looking at her husband from below. Hem, beautiful and intoxicating.

"Ngga, Yang! That bad brother!" Harris replied, looking down, peeping the warm forehead. That unanswered phone connection, pissed Harris off.

"Well, Brother's clothes were washed yesterday" Kira was disappointed.

"Later home from work, brother will exercise," Harris re-carved a smile, staring into dimmed eyes.

Is pregnant this weird? Where are sweat-filled t-shirts being carried everywhere? Even Harris always sleeps bare-chested, in order to fulfill his wife's strange will. Harris thought that being pregnant just likes to eat weird. But apparently, the behavior is also strange.

And Harris snorted bitterly as his phone once again got no answer.

Harris put down his phone, and faced his wife who was still lying down.

"Honey, we're going to Vivian now! I'm afraid you're lacking in nutrients. Moreover, you're getting pale and thin,"

"But Bang,"

"Let me help you take a shower and get ready" Harris rolled up her sleeve, preparing to lift Kira up again.

"Stop Bang! If you keep holding me, I might forget how to walk!" Kira held her husband's hand, and made it into a handle while standing.

"I'm still strong, even if I have to run." Kira walks into the bathroom casually.

Harris glared, "Be careful, honey! Slowly walk!" Harris hunts down his wife, but Kira soon closes the bathroom door.

Kira sighed, I don't know. Accustomed to living alone, not relying on anyone, Kira a little strange when everywhere troublesome others. But, disappointing her husband, was also not a good thing at the moment. Kira understood correctly, her husband wanted her and his future son to be okay.

Harris urged in when Kira had just undressed.

"Geez!" Kira exclaimed while covering her innocent body with both hands crossed. "You're surprising me, Bang!"

"It's been a long bath, Yang!" Harris approached, took a shower stalk and began flushing his wife's innocent body. Kira gulped, and blinked repeatedly. The gentle treatment of her husband, another interpretation by Kira.

"Abang, already! Let me take a shower myself!" Kira held the hand of her husband who took the soap bottle. Harris smiled looking at Kira who was blushing under the water point on her face. Harris was the same, he was even hot behind the door.

The two looked at each other, stifled, for a moment. Want but can't. Both take care of each other.

"Drop your clothes! Brother's clothes are wet!" Kira swallowed her saliva. His throat feels like a river in the dry season. Dry. She immediately turned her back on her husband.

Harris dyed the wet hair, "Propay Honey!"

Kira turned her head, seeing her husband flirting mischievously at her. "Abang sucks!"

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Again, a welcome that made Kira even more upset. Arriving at the hospital yard, Kira was greeted by a nurse in a wheelchair.

"This must be your job!" Kira turned to look at her husband who closed the car door.

Harris did not answer, knowing his wife would object. He immediately grabbed the waist of his wife approaching the nurse.

"Bang, I don't want to! I'm just gonna walk!" Kira stopped right in front of the wheelchair. "Suster see, right? I'm in good health!"

The nurse smiled, however, her smile vanished as Harris stared at her intently. What dream did I have last night, that nurse's inner. The nurse didn't move a thing. He doesn't know what to do.

"Abang," Desis Kira said when Harris did nothing. She looked at her husband full of pleading.

Harris let out a lazy breath, let alone looking at his wife who did not like the arrangement.

"Well, do I have a choice?"

Harris held his wife's hand, as if guiding her. Whatever makes his wife happy, of course that's what he will do.

"Why didn't you answer my phone?" Harris was unable to linger in his annoyance, as Vivian invited the two to sit down. As usual, Harris sat with her legs folded and straight. Imperious.

Vivian continued her steps towards her chair. He sat down and faced Harris.

"While I'm not answering you, I think you're reading from me!"

Yes, Vivian is also experiencing morning sickness. So that he did not have time to answer the phone from his friend and ex. Or at least Vivian thought of it that way.

Harris let out a breath, Vivian was right, if she hadn't read the message from him, how could she be here now.

"So, what's your problem this time, Ra?" Vivian placed her hands on the table, her attention now completely fixed on the beautiful-looking woman under the pale hue of her face.

"He was vomiting constantly, and couldn't eat!" Harris was quick, before Kira could open her mouth.

"Who's pregnant with her, why are you answering?" Reply Vivian fierce. He looked at Harris irritatedly.

"Why? No can? I'm her husband, and I know what happened to her! Is it wrong if I answer?" Harris glanced at Vivian.

Kira shook her head, caught off guard by her husband's childish behavior. But, she was grateful, even though her husband's actions were excessive.

Harris and Vivian exchanged glances, full of hostility, before throwing their faces away. Harris crossed his arms around his chest. Not forgetting, his chin was raised slightly.

"I don't really have a problem, Doc! Although I was nauseous and vomiting, but I think this is still natural. I can still eat even though it is still a little," said Kira when it felt like this situation made him feel like strangulation.

"Well, I'll check on you now!" Say Vivian while getting up and checking blood pressure and weight.

"It's all normal, just your weight dropped by almost a kilogram" Vivian still stood up while checking Kira's pregnancy record a month ago.

"Is there no cure for vomiting?" Sela Harris was still sitting with her haughty attitude.

"There is, but I think he's still in good shape!" Vivian didn't distract from Kira's pregnancy notebook.

"Is he big? Can I see it?" Harris again.

Vivian asks Kira to lie down, ignoring Harris. He prepares everything to do the USG. Unasked, Harris immediately stood up and placed himself on the far side of the bed, in order to clearly see his son-in-law. He thought, it must have been big after a month.

Once the gel touches the skin, Kira feels comfortable because the cold effect of the gel is like seeping into her skin. Especially when Vivian presses down the navel to determine the location of her uterus and clarify the angle of the image display.

Vivian's hand started to move, slowly and like there was something round and hard there. Kira smiled feeling this sensation again. Blissfully. Moreover, Kira feels like being a pregnant woman with a loving and caring husband. Before, he never got it.

Vivian begins to show some parts of the body of the developing fetus. It was clearly visible. Although not yet perfectly formed. His heartbeat began to be detected, his heartbeat was like a drum beat on the chest of the prospective old man.

Harris kissed his smiling wife's lips with condensed eyes. There are no words to describe how she feels now. Happiness flushed with its swiftness.

But, that sight made Vivian teary-eyed. Harris who was staring at the monitor screen accidentally saw Vivian wiping her tears.

"I'll go to the bathroom first, Bang!" Said Kira when she got off the bed where doing USG.

Harris nodded, "Shall I take you?"

"No, I can do it myself!" Kira replied as she passed to the toilet at the back of Vivian's room.

"You why?" Harris asked as Kira disappeared behind the bulkhead.

Vivian was stunned, but she did not dare to look at Harris. Vivian felt Harris was currently looking at her full of probing. However, Vivian refused to answer to explain. After all, after hearing that, Vivian knew, Harris would feel sorry for her. And he doesn't like that.

Harris approached, looking closely at his best friend's wife. Even Harris shook Vivian's arm, thus forcing Vivian to return her gaze. "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing! And you don't care so much about me!" Vivian replied as she dismissed Harris's completely unmoving hand from her arm.

"Hendra hurt you?" Guess Harris. He still looked at the woman.

Once again, Vivian dodged, choosing to continue her work after forcibly slashing Harris' hand from her arm.

Harris blocks Vivian's arm again, forcing Vivian to confront her. "This time what did he do to you?"

Vivian stared fixedly at Harris. Harris's two sharp eyes reminded her of a dozen years ago, when Harris rejected Vivian's feelings.

"It's none of your business," Vivian threw away her face. I don't know, he's scared. Fear if it will make the problem even bigger if it involves others.

"Vi, if there's a problem, don't be alone! Speak up so you don't feel alone! There I am, you can tell me everything!" Harris held onto Vivian's shoulder which had already turned her back.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me!" Vivian moved away, she chose to sit back. Let her eyes feel wet, without wiping them.

Harris sighed. Vivian is not an easy person to talk to. He was indeed closed, though not as severe as now. Little did he know what made Hendra and Vivian get married. There is no feeling between the two.

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