Mr. Security, Marry Me...!!!

59 - Want In the Hugs

The face of the Moon looked pale and tired, after Alif picked her up in Alin's apartment earlier, the Moon was more silent. I don't know what the pregnant woman was thinking, finished dinner Moon just lying limp on her bed. While Alif himself, he was making pregnant milk in the kitchen for his wife.

Alif returned to the room with a glass of warm milk in his hand, with a shaky step he approached the bed and put the warm milk on the nightstand.

“Sayang... Wake up, drink the milk first.” Alif gently rubbed the Moon's chubby cheeks with the back of his hand. The moon felt that something was in her hands, slowly opening her eyes. I saw those eyes staring at her husband.

“What doesn't make you comfortable, tell Mas.” Alif said as he stroked his wife's hair.

“Mau in hug.” Pinta Bulan was spoiled, Alif smiled. The man corrected his sitting position, then carried the wife's body into his arms.

Alif also gave small kisses on the top of the Moon's head with love. The moon rested her head on the chest of her husband's field, the most comfortable place. Both her hands she wrapped around her husband's waist, hugging possessively with her eyes closed inhaling the scent of his body.

Alif can feel his wife is currently in a spoiled mode, what cause he himself does not know. Probably pregnant, she thought.

“Honey to drink milk first, huh? Later cold hunt.” Alif wants to reach for milk on the feed, but Moon shakes his head, “Mau hugs Mas aja not want milk.” The word Moon further tightened the girth of his hand.

“Abis drinking, hug again.” Persuade Alif. The moon looked up, staring at her husband's frown by revealing his puppy eyes. Gemes? Of course Alif was very anxious, wanting him to devour his wife right then and there.

“Do not fishing dear, your condition is not fit.”

“Everything hugs.” says Moon with pursed lips, Alif sighed softly.

“Drink first, after that Mas will hug you and our child until you guys are satisfied.”

Moon smiled, then she drank her pregnant milk until the mark.

Alif kissed, melu-mat fleeting lips of his wife who contained the rest of the milk. When Alif was about to withdraw, it turned out that his moon did not give permission. Moon replied to her husband's grace quietly and gently, Alif smiled between their kisses, Alif did not waste the wind of heaven from his wife.

They fenced each other, swiping until it sounded the exchange of salivary two human beings who are bound by marriage. They channeled love, until Alif released their pagutan when he felt the moon was out of air supply

The moon is like a fish lacking water, with the breath of the pregnant woman breathing as much air as she can to fill her chest cavity that feels empty leaping.

“Now sleep yes, you have to rest a lot. Mas don't want you guys to why-why,” his hand stroked his wife's stomach covered in sleeping pajamas.

“Mas where to go?” The moon held her husband's hand.

“Mas wants to keep this glass down, so don't frown."

"Don't you take it long, I promised to hug until we were satisfied."

"Yes, I'm just clinging to it." Alif helped his wife to lie down, pull the blanket up to cover her upper abdomen.

Alif kept his promise, the man hugged his wife who had fallen asleep first. Alif stared at the shade of his wife's slightly pale face, giving a kiss on his wife's forehead.

"Thank you dear...Have a good dream."

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