Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

The Perfect Dad

Bias of the sun began to spread mega gray. Cramming its warmth through the cold of dawn. Harris smiled as he looked at the two people who were still sharing the blanket. It's not as if he's distracted by Harris's moves.

Harris almost tripped, he always forgot. Now her room is a baby playground. His room, which was once neat, is now a mess with toys. Yeah, it was his fault. Newborn babies do not play with toys. His toy is his mother.

In addition, there is a large mattress that is held under the bed. It contained the other three children, curled up in the limit bolsters. Harris shook his head slowly. They want to play and take care of the baby's sister, but there they even tease her sister.

Harris slashed toys with his feet. She rushed to the bathroom to clean up. It has always been like this every day since the presence of the little one in his life. He is a perfect Daddy. In his small world, of course.

Harris picked up her still-living baby, and put it in a crib. Although wriggling a little but he was unable to resist the warm embrace of the papa. Next to Harris's hand held up the baby bouncer. Every morning, Harris would hang her baby in the backyard, enjoying her morning breakfast. That was all he could do to help his wife. Although not invite to stay up late, but often wake up to breastfeed and milking, making his sleeping hours reduced. Moreover, the condition of his body has not recovered after childbirth.

Harris put the baby bouncer on the garden table. Then undressing the baby, not forgetting Harris put on an eye patch to protect it from the sun.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the baby began to move restlessly.

"You must be thirsty" murmured Harris as he lifted the baby. Rushing he stepped into the room where his wife might still be sleeping.

"Honey, she's thirsty" cried Harris from behind the bathroom door.

Kira showed up, just a few steps away from Harris' door. Harris turned his head, Kira still wearing a towel and wet hair dripping.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry. Dry your hair first" Harris opened a closet not far from her. Pick up a towel and throw it at Kira. And also buttoned dress to facilitate it while breastfeeding.

"I thought she was crying earlier," Kira replied as she wrapped her hair. He picked up his clothes and put them on quickly. While Harris, after putting the baby away, she immediately put away the scattered toys into the basket

Kira lifts her baby and sits on the edge of the bed, and starts breastfeeding. Harris took a comb and a hair dryer to dry his wife's hair.

"Don't work?" said Kira as Harris sat behind him.

"Hendra will be here, with Vivian and Almeer," Harris began to open a towel wrapped around Kira's hair. Slowly and carefully, she began combing and turning on the hair dryer. The smell of the shampoo burst into his nasal cavity, soft and...

"really? Almeer must be big by now!" Kira smiled considering the chubby and adorable baby boy.

"Aren't you guys exchanging photos every day?" Harris combed the right part of Kira's hair. Harris often saw his wife's cell phone filled with photos of their two babies. Of course, the postpartum mothers-style conversation that is connected like a train car.

Kira twirled her body slightly, her tail glancing at her husband, "Abang opened my hole?"

"Why?" Harris turned off the hair dryer, turning Kira's head which seemed to be jammed rotation. Damn it, release it, Harris's inner self while closing her lips.

"That's embarrassing. Did you read everything?" Kira remembered very well what they were saying in the application. Harris nodded, "If Hendra finds out, it's brother who will suffer the consequences."

Kira stared intently at her husband, Kira had promised Vivian not to tell anyone. Even Harris.

Harris peeped at his wife's lips, "I don't have time to think about or remember your chat with Vivian. It's just a coincidence I saw it."

Kira pressed her lips forward, knowing that her husband would never forget something.

"Don't act like that" Harris hugged his wife and son at once from behind, "I miss you, Yang."

Kira clucked, "Don't fuck around, Bang! Your baby's only a week old."

"Dirty brains!" Harris lightly bit Kira's shoulder. "I miss hugging you like this."

Kira widens, violently freeing herself from her still-chuckling husband. "Devil thing."

"You miss me, only you don't want to admit."

In the end, Harris did not go to the office. Relatives came back to Dirgantara's house. The house is full of colorful packets. Gifts from Kira's relatives and friends.

Although not all can come to the Dirgantara house, but every day for this week, Harris and Johan always bring parcels after the office. Most of the Giant, where Kira had been leading there for some time.

Hendra, Vivian and Almeer arrive as the sun stings the body. Kira welcomes them down from the car. Vivian was overwhelmed with her innate. But it seems Hendra has no intention to help.

"Street in place, it seems!" Whisper Kira when Vivian is already within her reach.

"That's how! I don't think I can last much longer, Ra. Even though we live in a roof but we are still like strangers," Kira and Vivian walked together into the house. Leaving Hendra who was still talking to Mr. Dirga.

"Try starting talking to her, Vi." Kira glanced at Vivian at a glance, "Everything starts from communication even though it's just a quarrel,"

Kira remembers herself and Harris first, they don't even know each other at all. Unlike Vivian and Hendra who have known each other for a long time.

"I'm not sure it'll work, Ra! I started talking to him every day. Even if it was just for a cup of coffee," Vivian looked annoyed.

"Preserve your marriage, I think you just need to get used to it" Kira smiled.

Hearing this, Vivian let out a long sigh, her shoulders lifted. I don't know.

Kira pushed the door open wide, revealing an amazingly beautiful view. But it was hard for Vivian. Hendra was quite attentive to Almeer but to him, Hendra ignored more.

"Hi Almeer, you've grown up apparently," Sapa Harris. Vivian clearly seemed surprised, she was daydreaming when she saw Harris was very attentive to her wife and child. Harris looks flexible when changing his son's diaper.

"Hello Uncle! Almeer ate a lot so big spit," replied Vivian mimicking the voice of a child. Vivian moved her son's hand that was still asleep.

"Sleep Almeer in bed, you must be tired of carrying him," said Kira, seeing the body of Vivian small and Baby Almeer is quite fat, and maybe too long Vivian supported her child's body, Kira knows for sure how pestering Vivian's hand is.

Vivian nodded and put Almeer to bed. The baby boy moved a little before returning.

Vivian joins Kira and her baby on the couch. He broke down, looking once he was very tired and overwhelmed to take care of Almeer.

"Why don't you use a babysitter, Vi?"

"Well, some days he was sick, he was told to go home with Hendra," Vivian confirmed his position. "Ra, do I look bad now?" Vivian glanced at Kira who was holding her baby. Should I tell Kira? Inner Vivian.

"Not really, who said you were bad?" Kira examines Vivian's appearance. Vivian looked tired, but she was beautiful and cute. Contrast that with Hendra whose spirit almost matches Johan.

"No, I just feel bad after giving birth!" Vivian looked at her own body, palpating her slightly folded stomach while sitting.

Kira laughed, she saw Vivian exactly with her first, feeling bad and not confident. Husband support after giving birth is very influential, especially because the changed body shape and fatigue make young mothers, easily depressed. Not infrequently causes depression so that a mother is very easy to change her emotions.

"What is this confident Doctor Vivian? You're advising your patients to think positively about reducing stress, but you're alone?"

"Yes I think it's all as easy as theory, Ra! It's worth a lot of my patients asking for a psychiatrist, I just found out right now, Ra!" Vivian sighed, Hendra and all her indifference was the cause of her slump.

"Be yourself, Vi. A mother needs time for herself. I think it's important, to keep this sanity," Kira knocked on the side of her head. Both giggle. It feels good that someone is listening and supportive. Having a bad experience in the past does not mean you can't get better in the future. Lt could. As long as you want.

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