My Dangerous Boy's

The Extra Part (4)

Turner's Mansion - American, Los Angeles

16:30 PM

3 Years later...

The kindness and tranquility that Zavier rarely obtained was finally obtained. As it is now. Usually, the commotion and riots that often occur in the house, until sometimes make him have to stay up until the morning. Error, not sometimes, but almost every day.

Yes, there must have been a commotion made by the pregnant Shella and her daughter. It's exhausting being a man.

For example, when her son whines asking to be carried by her, Shella will even follow whining as well. And, even worse, if he dared to refuse Shella's request, it could be ascertained if the woman immediately went on a big rampage and intended not to eat for two nights. Zavier was really traumatized by Shella's reckless behavior.

So, it was forced that if the day came, Zavier had to make sure that all his hands and feet would not be broken because they immediately received three loads at once. Shella, his daughter, and the child being conceived by his wife.

Just imagine Zavier who had to jostle on the bed, muttering lullaby sentences over and over until his wife and child fell asleep in his lap.

Zavier glanced briefly at the nearby wall clock, before leaning his back against his seat of greatness. It was only twelve o'clock in the evening, but his daughter and wife had already managed to put him to bed.

Yes, regarding his wife, the woman seemed to be in a bad mood. In fact, Zavier was sometimes surprised by his wife's overly spoiled behavior from day to day. Is it possible that such a pregnant female species?

Zavier spontaneously threw his mind away. Nope, no. In the past, when Shella was pregnant with her first child, she never behaved like this. Even at that time, Shella more often raged at him without cause or logical reason.

Confused? Yes, confused. Zavier even thought that Shella had a slight disorder. However, the thought slowly he threw back as soon as the birth doctor, Shella, said if pregnant women would usually behave strangely like this. The doctor added, too,

"If your wife's behavior isn't what it is today, then it's really bad. Every woman must have different changes, but in general, pregnant women will have a higher appetite than usual."

And, indeed the words of the doctor were proved right. Every midnight or early morning, Shella must have deliberately awakened herself from her slumber, and that was just for the sake of cooking something to her beloved wife. Despite seeing Zavier sleepy, Shella would continue to scream incessantly if her request was not granted.

Oh, god, how tormented Zavier is right now. Sleeping only about two hours, plus his eldest son named Angeline will continue to destroy his work with a very loud storm cry.

Not only that, Shella, who was supposed to be a mother even followed a loud cry for no reason like a baby. Big baby, to be precise.

If calculated carefully, only fifteen minutes Zavier had time to rest. The man was actually very sleepy, but what power, his work in the office was piling up and making him have to do it at home today as well.

Indeed being the head of the household was the heaviest thing he had ever borne. In the morning, she helps take care of Angeline who is only two years old. During the day, he will go to work. And the next night, Zavier was made a toy slave for his wife and firstborn. How shiny...

The man twitched his dizzy temple, then made a slight movement of his head to loosen his stiff neck joints.

Maybe this is his karma because he had sex first with Shella who was still in college. Even women are required to drop out of college because of it.

Groaning long tired, Zavier then helped move both his hands and feet numb because he had been in the wrong position for a long time.

"Huaa... Daddy!" The typical scream of the little boy made Zavier who was working in front of the laptop to his nose startled. One word flashed through his mind quickly. Inconveniencing.

"Yes, yeah. Why!?" With a quick movement, Zavier walked back and forth to his son's room on the second floor. The man passed through the circular staircase, the central living room, the kitchen, until he arrived in the room.

His brown eyes scoured quickly, then he was suddenly stunned when his gaze fell on his son who was crying hysterically on the bed.

The dim lights that adorned the entire room made Zavier have to narrow his eyes in the darkness. The outside light that enters through the sidelines of the window curtains becomes quite minimal lighting for him.

"Why, honey?" Zavier immediately walked quickly towards the Barbie bed belonging to Angeline who had sniffled at a glance. The alarm in Zavier's brain rang out loud, sending anxiety all over his body. "What's going on?"

Zavier brought himself closer to the body of his little son, and brought him into the fold. He stroked the brunette with affection while saying soft words of whispers.

Shortly after, Angeline, who had just hidden her face inside Zavier's chest, finally raised her head with sparkling eyes that stared expectantly at her daddy.

Zavier can feel if Angeline's shoulder that had been shaking was not because it began to calm down a little. It made him breath a sigh of relief.

Zavier lowered his head, looked up at Angeline's short height, and then gave a glimpse of the boy's head full of affection. "So, what happened, honey? Why are you crying like that?"

Angeline wiped away her tears that were still soaking her chubby cheeks. "Mommy..." The boy then paused on his sentence.

Forehead Zavier reflex crinkling. "Mommy why?" he urged because the child seemed to be hesitating to express the contents of his sentence.

Hesitating, Angeline let go of Zavier's embrace, making the man's shoulder slump down with her curiosity already at the god level.

"Mommy..." Angeline rubbed her tiny nose with one hand, before suddenly her mouth turned a smile as bright as the sun. It was so bright, that Zavier had to narrow his eyes to make sure of that happy smile.

"Mommy asked me to stroke the daddy" Angeline said and applauded happily, the typical behavior of a child when something she did was successful.

However, inversely proportional to the joy of his first child, Zavier even began to unite his two eyebrows full of astonishment. He-was really made to not understand.

"And Angeline made it up," added Angeline again who is actually still not good at talking. The two-year-old boy laughed with excitement. "Daddy telke-jut!"

"I mean Angeline?" Zavier was made more astonished. "So, Angeline was just pretending?"

Angeline nodded cutely without feeling the slightest bit guilty. "Mommy-"

"THE SURVEY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZAVIER!"

Zavier jumped in shock. His head spun rapidly, staring around the room which suddenly became bright. His eyes narrowed slightly as the claps of several people could be heard echoing into all corners of the room.

When is there anyone?

The puzzled question infiltrated Zavier's mind, leaving the man fusing his two eyebrows in wonder.

"Zavier!" A hug that was quite tight suddenly landed on his body from the back, making Zavier startled. Moreover, the hug was further tightened when the person felt Zavier was about to let go of his embrace and walk away from him.

"Happy birthday, my ugly brother. I hope you get tortured, insulted by Shella, and surely your face will be filled with old wrinkles later. You're getting old, Zavier!" celtuk Zaviera who was standing in the doorway. The treatment looks very happy when saying the curse sentence.

Zavier was annoyed, although in fact he was still confused by all of this. The man then combed his slightly long brown hair using his five fingers, letting the person holding him from behind do as he pleased.

Zavier pointed at himself using his index finger, then displayed his overly stark confused face. "I'm a birthday?"

"YES, ZAVIER!" The voice was shouted by several people simultaneously, making Zavier himself startled. He was even more surprised when he realized that every corner of this room was filled by a crowd of people.

His whole family, his friends, even Christian himself who is still busy in New York are here. All those familiar faces could be seen, making Zavier himself uncertain of his own views. At that time, Angeline's room had no human beings.

Is this magic?

Zavier's fur was getting goosebumps, when someone who was hugging him from behind began stroking his muscular stomach with erotic movements. Instantly, Zavier instantly recognized this fragrance, this warmth, and the usual conduct of this person.

"Ugh..." A groan suddenly shot out from Zavier's lips, successfully making the Shella who was behind him reflexively release his embrace. It was as if he was surprised by her voice just now.

Aware of the many heads that were being fixed on him, Zavier's face flushed in embarrassment. "So, what's going on?" ask her while trying to be as normal as possible. He cleared his throat, repairing his throat which had suddenly become dry.

"Just surprise." Zaviera who was still in the doorway rolled her eyeballs. The woman then turned to look at Alicia who was standing in the corner of the room with a big smile.

"Mom! It seems like brother was not surprised at all. I'll go first, yeah. I still have a vested interest in Andrew," he said without guilt, drawing Alicia's attention directly to him.

"Heh... Are you more concerned with that man than your own brother?" Alicia clucked and walked over to Zaviera. "Just for a moment, really. We should first celebrate Zavier's old age, before your brother frowns at knowing you don't want to celebrate his birthday."

Instantly, Zavier only clucked in confusion.

***

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZAVIER! MAY YOU BE HEALTHY ALWAYS AND TREAT ME MORE OFTEN, YES! OH, AND ALSO, CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MARRIAGE LASTING 3 YEARS." The sound of a shrill scream belonging to someone accompanied by a tight hug on his neck was stranded on Zavier's body.

"Andrew!!" strangle Zavier and still try to let go of his deadly embrace. "You're planning to kill me here!?"

Andrew who was at the back was only widened until his eyes narrowed slightly. "I love you" he said, accompanied by the clear laughter of Zaviera.

"I hate you!?" hiss Zavier who still has not stopped struggling.

Andrew finally let go of his embrace, then smiled as widely as possible. His pleasure was further heightened when Zavier was seen coughing for a while due to his strangled neck. "Buy me a gift" he said quickly.

"No shame!!" Zavier Sentak. "I'm the birthday one here, not you!!"

Suddenly, Andrew's face turned into an adorable, his hands that immediately drooped limp on both sides of his body. "Come on! I've given you a gift, so now it's your turn to give me a gift."

"When did you give me a gift?" Zavier glared sharply, making Andrew chuckle and suddenly embrace the friendly Zaviera who was just standing next to him.

The girl who was wearing a white dress with pearl beads that were unevenly scattered just smiled thinly. The pastel pink lace of the dress blends in white, implying a graceful and more lively aura.

Ah, don't forget if the dress has been specially designed by Alicia - who actually works as a designer - for her.

Rising up again, her beautiful face that simple self implied an overwhelming sense of happiness. Her hair seemed to be rolled up with an elaborate grooming, revealing every curve of her neckline. The style is quite cool, plus the tail of the dress that slightly extends to fall on the floor.

So, do not be surprised if a lot of friends Zavier or Andrew himself amazed by his beauty. The two eyes of Zaviera who looked at every corner of the party with a flat but warm gaze were able to make all the single men instantly hypnotized by him. But, especially for Zavier. Shella is cooler!

"I and Zaviera are getting married soon" said Andrew, glancing one eye at Zaviera, making her blush.

"Not my business," Zavier snorted, as if Andrew's words were nothing to be concerned about. "Just. don't ruined my birthday party."

Afterwards, Zavier left just like that, heading towards Shella who was conversing with the guests. Zaviera who was at the back instantly heated up and clenched his hands together.

"He's fucking! She should have been happy to see me and Andrew get married!! What kind of brother is that!?!" zaviera shouted in an annoyed tone, successfully inviting all the gazes from the guests present there.

***

Shella was about to open her mouth, replying to the words of the guest in front of her with a gentle smile, before she suddenly felt her wrists being pulled. The woman turned her head, looking at the husband with her eyebrows raised.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your conversation, but I hope you can give me time to talk to my wife for a while" Zavier said in a polite tone to his father's business friend, while his mouth held a thin smile.

The man who was almost fifty years old then returned with a smile of understanding. He briefly stroked his bald head, looking straight at Shella and Zavier in turn. "Good." The old man replied.

Zavier uttered his thanks, before quickly waltzing away, looking for a way to escape the hordes of people jostling inside the ballroom.

They climbed up the rotating staircase and led them to the third floor, climbing onto the black marble floors, in stark contrast to the ballroom ceiling painted in yellow and white.

Shortly after, Zavier finally managed to drag Shella up in front of a brown room door. He pushed the door slowly, then pulled Shella's wrist to go inside until they were swallowed in silence.

"The guest was very chatty," Shella complained and took off her high heels that were only 2 cm high, then threw herself as hard as she could on the bed to make her squeak.

Luckily Zaviera was smart enough to choose high heels, because otherwise, Shella was sure if both legs would be injured and numb because they were pregnant.

Oh. about the content. Shella gently stroked her stomach affectionately while leaning her head against the head of the bed, thinking of the lump of meat that had just grown four months inside her stomach.

"Don't go down to the first floor again" Zavier said, taking off his black shoes, before entering the blanket she was wearing. He gave a glimpse of Shella's tiny lips, then leaned his head against his wife's shoulder.

"Why?" shella asked and raised next to her eyebrows in surprise.

"My company sleeps here. I'm tired" Zavier said and closed his eyes, while his hand wrapped around Shella's belly began to grow and brought her closer to the body.

"But, the guests are already present and your birthday event will-"

"I don't accept rejection," Zavier interrupted in a sulking tone, making Shella chuckle amusedly as she stroked the top of Zavier's head.

"I must remind you that today is your birthday. So, you should be the main character in the party" Shella said in a warning tone.

"I never expected a party of this magnitude" defended Zavier. "Mommy who's kepo for putting together this party without telling me first."

Shella nodded. "It wouldn't be a surprise again if mommy told you."

"I don't need it anyway. You just remind me of my old days."

Shella was instantly amused by Zavier's words just now. She let her body be held tightly by her husband, then muttered. "Where's Angeline? I just remembered that I only served the guests until I couldn't notice."

Zavier yawned widely, a sign that he was already very sleepy. His brown eyes blinked, staring at Shella with a plain look. "She's with my mommy."

Shella rounded her mouth to 'oh', then smiled in relief.

"And, after all, don't you feel tired?"

Forehead Shella spontaneously shriveled inside. His smile faded instantly. "You think I'm weak?"

Zavier hastily uttered his words. "No, Baby. I mean, you're pregnant and it's not good for your health" Zavier said, further tightening his arms around Shella. The man nodded his head in a rapid rhythm, trying to convince the already looking Shella to pursed her lips.

Do not let his wife misunderstand his words earlier.

Suddenly as if remembering something, Shella raised an eyebrow, before she clapped her hands happily. The woman put on her ignorant face, then her lips moved closer to Zavier's left ear.

"Come on, let's have fun."

Zavier's heart immediately beat uncharacteristically, while his body reflexively moved away from Shella. However, it turns out that the woman had locked Zavier's movements first to make the man can only gulp his saliva in horror.

Shella pushed Zavier's body with all her might to the point of lying on the mattress, then slid and his body moved quickly over the muscular body. Shella occupied Zavier's stomach, making the man groan abruptly.

"Time for fun" said Shella and played her eyes. Next to his hand moved, tracing Zavier's chest field in a sensual fashion. She overcame her husband without trying to reduce her weight.

"Baby, I'm tired" Zavier said, trying to resist the deadly touches from Shella. The man then wriggled amusedly as a warm gust of breath belonging to Shella struck his face.

Shella pouting. "I want it now. And anyway, Angeline was with her grandmother. We should enjoy this!" the excitement was gleeful, making Zavier chuckle.

"Don't you feel sorry for this husband of yours who's been asleep for an hour?" jolt Zavier with a contrived tone. He showed his sweet look.

Yes, Zavier did only fall asleep for an hour, no more or less. After 12pm he was startled by all the families gathered at his mansion, he was only given an hour to sleep soundly, before his birthday party began.

Oh, my hell. The godness!!

Shella spontaneously shook her head quickly, yet firmly. "I don't care."

Zavier blinked, then finally let out an irritated sigh. The pregnant woman is a hassle.

"I'am yours" Zavier said at the end. With both hands he stretched out wide, allowing his wife to do whatever she wanted to do. This is call... woman on top, right?

Shella grinned. He slightly bent down, trying to kiss Zavier's lips despite being blocked by his stomach that began to grow slightly. His gaze twinkled, staring greedily at Zavier's body. "You're done tonight."

Zavier mutters. "I think the guests out there will be confused looking for us both."

"I don't care. Didn't you just say you didn't want to go down to the first floor again?"

~ The End ~