Our Baby's!

FLIRTATIOUS!

In the evening, they take a short walk to see the atmosphere of Bali when the night approaches.

All stop by the souvenir center to buy a house order

"Je, that's good. I want!"

"Anything for you, Babe."

Joanna prancing like a five-year-old. Cheek Jean at a glance then back down the row of shelves that display various kinds of items that attract his attention.

Satisfied for a walk, they continued to eat dinner at Padang Restaurant at Joanna's request.

"Tomorrow we go to the Hatten Wines winery!"

Jean did not answer. Just nodding his head as a sign that whatever Joanna wants to do will be followed.

"Don't you like to eat chicken skin?"

Jean was surprised to see Joanna actually gave the piece of krispi skin to him.

It's one of Joanna's favorite foods by the way.

"Too fatty. I don't like it! Fat fear!"

Joanna's lips curled forward. Because usually, the weight of a pregnant woman will increase along with the growth of the fetus.

If Joanna used to be indifferent about her weight during pregnancy or after giving birth— this time is different!

Joanna wanted to keep her body in order to remain ideal so that Jean would not easily turn to another woman.

What the— Joanna is too overthinking.

"You want to be fat, skinny, short or whatever your circumstances ... I don't give a shit! Eat, Joanna! While it's not excessive, you can still enjoy it."

Jean put the leather back on his wife's plate. Not even a second later, Joanna was acting strange again.

"So you don't want to eat my mark, Je?"

"Sayang–"

"Evil! Though we've often exchanged saliva while kissing."

The spoon and fork were put back on each side of the plate.

Joanna again sulked with the most adorable expression so that anyone did not expect that the woman would already have two children.

"You know that's not what I mean, Joanna."

Joanna's two eyes began to glaze over with the nose of the fireworks, holding back the flood of tears that had piled up in the eye peluruk.

Jean took a breath, again.

Feeling confused, what used to be the attitude of Joanna when pregnant with the firstborn as thick as this?

Until it feels like three days on vacation, Jean is made awry by the woman.

"Yes, I eat."

Jean was about to move the chicken skin to her plate, but was held back by Joanna.

"Everything spend the rice on my side as well. Suddenly I want to eat ice cream, Darling."

Following the direction of his wife's view— Jean simply resigned to comply with Joanna's request.

People say it's called the cravings phase.

Where the Husbands must obey the wishes of his Wife so that their children do not get upset.

And while Joanna's request was still limited to reasonableness, Jean didn't mind doing that.

Even if it keeps on moving, it's okay. Consider it a penance for Jean's guilt in the past for not being able to accompany the firstborn's pregnancy and letting Joanna go through it all alone.

"Jean, want a strawberry taste."

Already asked to keep waiting in the chair, Joanna who was stubborn and ignorant actually approached her Husband and stood in front of a window filled with various flavors of ice cream.

"You want that!"

"Eh, mix that one up too!"

"Wait on! But it looks like that one is also good."

Joanna's index finger still points to the display case. Makes the officer annoy.

"I'm sorry, Brother. My wife is pregnant. Please just obey. Afraid my son will reeleran later."

"Wife? I think you're not married, Kak— uh, sir, that means."

It seems that the ice cream clerk was unaware of Joanna's warning gaze when the woman aggressively teased Jean through her flirtatious smile.

And what the fuck is Jean?

Precisely returning the employee's smile was no less sweet to show his two dimples.

"Sister, please have her eyes guarded! I don't want to pay for the ice cream if my sister keeps flirting with my husband."

Joanna somewhat emphasized the last two words so that Jean realized that she was jealous.

"M-sorry, Mom. So want some vanilla, chocolate or strawberry flavored ice cream?"

The ice cream clerk looked nervous and upset at the same time.

"Mother, mother! Call me Brother! I haven't se–"

"God! Honey, hurry up a little! Behind there's still someone waiting."

Justright.

They were waiting for Joanna fifteen minutes ago.

"Mix three flavors can't, right?"

The officer was disturbing. Make an ice cream order as Joanna wishes.

"The total is sixty thousand, sir."

Jean took out a hundred thousand bills.

"Take the change."

"Thank you, Sir. Already well, handsome— ekhem! Thanks, hopefully a subscription."

"You're lucky because there's a lot in line! Try if not–"

Having been too ashamed of Joanna's bar-bar attitude, Jean embraced his wife's shoulders to stay away from the tavern.

"Deliver! I was going to give you a surprise tonight. Play until morning but it seems like it's not necessary."

"Darling, you promised me. Tonight we–"

"No touch! I'm lazy with a guy flirting with another woman, especially in front of his pregnant wife."

Still licking the ice cream, Joanna sped up her steps towards the villa.

Ignoring Jean's whining back there who kept muttering apologies over and over again.

Even the villa's guard employees were puzzled by the scene that had happened to the couple.

"Joanna, baby .."

"Why do you have so much? We've been here three days but bel–"

Joanna turned around, staring fiercely at Jean who had just locked the door of the room.

The three-flavored ice cream was eaten by Joanna.

"Darling .."

Jean's gaze was fixed on something that was at the corner of his wife's lips.

Emboldened to walk up to Joanna who was looking at her carefully.

"What do you want?"

"Jo, I–"

Chup!

At first it was only a brief kiss made by Jean but the desire of both could not be controlled anymore when Jean attacked some sensitive point of his wife so there was no choice for Joanna but to moan and accept all touch asductive as the man.

"Moan my name, Babe." he whispered in that heavy voice.

"J-je, slow down, ahh!"

Nevermind! Let's leave their activities that make anyone sweat cold when they hear the moans of Joanna.

...••••...

It seemed that the boy had forgotten his longing for a moment for his parents who had not contacted him during these three days.

"No! That's not how it works, Uncle."

Jenan is painting in the living room.

Accompanied by Jordan and Kalandra who just hit the random television remote.

"Ah, bored!"

His mouth evaporated a few times while glancing at the clock on the wall.

Eight o'clock at night.

If you look carefully, Jordan looks like a father figure who is very attentive to his Son.

Always be a good listener when the boy chatters things.

"What age is Zeze, Je?"

"Five, Uncle! Next year Zeze wants to go to SD he said."

"Oh yeah? Doesn't that mean elementary school has to be seven?"

Jenan shook her head quickly, "Je is still six but Papi and Mami said, Je is okay to enter SD faster. Because Je's a smart kid, haha."

"Je has also won a school-level drawing competition ..."

"What sound, hm?"

The boy pointed his index finger at Jordan.

"Voice one?"

But Jenan shook his head, adding one of his left index fingers juxtaposed with his right index finger.

"Geez, Aunty's niece is so funny!" kalandra's anxiety when Jenan tried to prank Jordan.

"Haha ... It should be like this, champ." said Jordan while showing his index and middle fingers together.

They look like a happy and perfect evergreen family.

Until sometimes, Kalandra thought she wanted to open her heart again to someone who was truly sincere and loyal to her.

Could that guy— Jordan Mckenzie?

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