Mommy For A Duda Child
Part 52 ~Mommy For Duda~ Kids
Revandra kissed Gracel's forehead and lips briefly. "Thank you, baby," said Revandra.
Gracel nodded weakly, Revandra carried him back to the bed and covered him and went to sleep hugging the woman.
They also slept with Gracel in the middle of the father.
The next morning Revandra got up first to clean up, and cleaned up the dirt on the sofa.
Gracel and Xaviel were still sleeping making Revandra smile. He chose to go out to eat first for them.
"Morning is already shampooing" said papi Kenzo, accidentally passing her son who also came out of the hotel room.
"Who is the newlywed" replied Revandra without shame.
"But I think last night will fail because it can be a distraction."
"It's home because of papi, who told Xaviel to go to the room" Revandra sewot told her papi.
"How else, Van. Papi also wants to be spoiled by your mother" replied Kenzo chuckling.
"Remember age," Revandra quipped.
"Well, if you're old can't be spoiled with your wife? You're the only one who can do the first night, papi, right?"
Revandra just rolled her eyes off guard, and continued walking with the papi looking for breakfast in the hotel cafeteria.
After looking for breakfast, they went back to their rooms.
His wife had woken up but did not shake from the bed.
"Mas," call Gracel.
Revandra pulled down the portion of food at the table and approached Gracel. Revandra holds Gracel to enter the bathroom.
"Call me if you have," Revandra's pinta closed the bathroom door slowly.
He approaches his son who is still asleep, Revandra bothers him by rubbing Xaviel's nose so that the child is disturbed.
Revandra chuckled then climbed onto the bed, hugging her son tightly.
Xaviel turned around and returned his daddy's embrace equally tightly. The father did get along with each other but different if he was winning Gracel.
"El" whispered Revandra. "There's a Fisha."
Xaviel opened his eyes, making Revandra laugh when she managed to prank her son.
"In her house" replied Revandra.
"Daddy said Fisha's coming!" xaviel's ketus biting his daddy's hand made him grimace softly.
The boy went back to sleep, like a kebo made Revandra shake her head. He was reminded of his late wife who was also very sleepy. Sleep quickly wake up, really the fruit fell not far from the tree.
Chequek!
The open bathroom stall looks like Gracel who came out using a towel while holding his waist walked out, like it was exhausted in circumcision. Revandra who saw him laughing mischievously made him get a sharp look.
He stopped laughing and got out of bed approaching his wife.
"It hurts?" ask Revandra without feeling guilty.
Gracel holding Revandra's shoulder helped her sit on the edge of the mattress. The woman nodded slowly making Revandra feel guilty.
"Sorry" said Revandra. "You wear a gold shirt first, you don't bring clothes. In the closet there is also only lingerie," continued Revandra took her t-shirt and helped his wife wear it, about the interior Gracel already wear it in the bathroom.
Gracel stretched her arms out toward her husband, and Revandra carried him to the sofa for breakfast.
"Eat, you must be hungry" Revandra's pinta opened a portion of food and wept his wife.
Gracel simply leaned back spoiledly on the rhinoceros of Revandra's binoculars while accepting bribes after mouthfuls.
"This is how it feels to be married to a widower? Already senior," inner Gracel.
"If it still hurts, briefly buy ointment," said Revandra stroked Gracel's hair gently.
"Tomorrow no more!" gracel felt truama.
"Where can it be, nothing" protested Revandra.
"Sick mas," lamented Gracel.
"It's only temporary, later if you've often not going to get sick," said Revandra who feels senior.
"Emang yes?" gracel asked and immediately nodded by Revandra.
"Mommy," called Xaviel who got out of bed and approached mommy and her daddy who were on the sofa.
Gracel came down from Revandra's lap and held her child. "Mommy's son is hungry?" gracel asked and was immediately nodded by Xaviel. "Yaudah, mommy's son wash his face first, the smell of the dragon because," ledek Gracel.
