Replacement Uterus

Making the birth canal

After dinner Nayra was seen sitting in the gazebo near the pool with Kiara. The little one who was quite bar-bar was seen stroking his mother's stomach with anxiety and talking to his two younger siblings who were about to come out.

"Well, if you're born, can you sleep with Kiara?" asked Kiara who was still faithful to caress her mother's stomach.

"Could you take care of her sister later?" asked Nayra who grimaced occasionally from feeling pain.

Last afternoon Devan called the obstetrician who used to check on Nayra to come home to see her condition. Because he couldn't bear to see Nayra in pain. And Nayra herself did not want to be taken to the hospital because her contract did not happen often.

After the examination, the doctor said that there was no opening and the contractions that Nayra felt were only false contractions.

Doctors also suggest it is better at home first than waiting in the hospital later. But if you want to wait at the hospital, you can too. Since Nayra wanted him at home alone, Devan eventually agreed to it.

"Can dong, Ma."

"Kiara's a smart and great kid."

"If the problem is taking care of your little sister" said Kiara with her style of adult pretentious.

Nayra laughed at the daughter. "But why if you keep Dik Eza always Kiara making a cry?" tanya Nayra remembers Kiara who always bullies Eza and makes Eza cry.

"Kiara gemes same dik Eza, Ma. Kiara wants to bite her puffed cheek." Kaira laughed remembering Eza's chubby cheeks like mangroves.

"You are this." Nayra gemes herself with her only daughter. He ruffled the rough hair of Kiara so anxious.

"That's what..Mamma..It will be a mess of Brother's hair." grumbled Kiara while confirming his long hair.

"Mr.!!"

Nayra turned her head as the little voice of the boy called out to her. He smiled at the little boy in Devan's arms.

"Can you join me?" asked Devan who came while holding Eza on the back.

"Eza's sister is here!!" kiara who saw Eza.

"When did my sister come?" kiara asked after Eza had been taken down with Devan.

"Balu came, sister." replied Eza who immediately hugged Nayra and Kiara alternately.

Kiara and Eza end up being engrossed in their own world. They got off the gazebo and ran into the house looking for Kenan who was engrossed in playing PS.

"Have you contracted it often?" tanya Devan who rubbed Nayra's back with her other hand rubbed Nayra's stomach and occasionally kissed his wife's distended stomach.

"Lumayan anyway, it has started often even though it is only once an hour" replied Nayra who was leaning on Devan's chest.

"We're going to the hospital right now." take Devan, he really did not have the heart to see his wife endure such pain.

"Later on. It's still a long time, dear." Nayra hugged Devan, she inhaled the smell of her husband's perfume deeply and closed her eyes.

"You smell so good. I like it." said Nayra spoiledly.

Devan smiled, "Masa' anyway? I don't wear perfume." said Devan who was just after bathing he did not wear perfume, rather forget.

"No matter. I like the smell."

"His grandfather was calm no longer shaky." Nayra's voice was weak.

Devan looked down and saw his wife who had closed her eyes and her breathing was also in order. Devan smiled thinly.

"I slept, baby." Devan softened Nayra's cheeks when he saw his wife was asleep.

"I'm not strong enough to carry you?" devan asked Nayra, which Deheman answered.

Devan took Nayra's cell phone and put it in her pants pocket and lifted Nayra slowly so as not to wake her wife nor did she hurt her two children who were still in Nayra's stomach.

"Yahhhh!!!! Devan's brother carried three people at once strong, but beat one person just can't afford." ridiculed Dahlia when she saw Devan passing through Dahlia and the others who were still sitting in the family room.

Devan glanced at Dahlia and the others who were laughing mocking him. He snorted in annoyance and just walked into his room.

Devan placed Nayra on the bed slowly. He went up and lay down beside his wife while stroking Nayra's back.

"Top up a little bit." murmured Nayra with her eyes closed.

"Is this a little upward?" seduced Devan with a smile staring at the face of his wife who was getting rounder because of pregnancy.

"Not there but here." annoyed Nayra because Devan's hand did not wipe his back properly but squeezed his squishy. He opened his eyes and looked at Devan with annoyance and frown.

"Why?" devan asked with that innocent look.

"If your hands are like that, then there will be his dedek to be looked at."sungut Nayra with annoyance.

"If you ask to be visited, Papa is ready to visit him now" Devan said while blackmailing Nayra's increasingly addictive squishy plan.

"Aish devan..Ahhh."

"I love your moaning, baby."

Devan kissed a glimpse of Nayra's chewy lips.

"You have awakened the lioness, Devandra Ayasi."

Nayra pulls Devan's nape and kisses Devan's lips greedily. Devan didn't waste the opportunity. He replied that he was not less greedy. Devan briefly removed her lips to open the veil that Nayra was wearing. And again he sipped the two chewy hemispheres alternating top down.

"Why stop?" asked Nayra astonishedly looking at Devan.

"I'm afraid that I'll let go and make you sick." Devan replied, rubbing Nayra's stomach.

"Whoa what, dear."

"Let your child give them a way to get out" said Nayra, staring at Devan expectantly.

"But baby." Devan hesitated to do that. Yesterday he was so panicked because after they had contact Nayra immediately experienced contractions despite false contractions. But if now he's afraid he just hasn't had time to get his son out again. It will be Berabe.

"Come on, Dev.." pinta Nayra rubbed Devan's firm jaw and kissed the jaw.

Devan stared fixedly at Nayra, his wife was ever since pregnant old ceaselessly asked to be visited. No matter Devan is in the office, Nayra will catch up with him and play there.

"alright...I'll make way for our son to get out quickly and not make Mama sick again."

Nayra smiled as Devan launched his action. The sound of****** and moans were finally heard in that spacious room.

Devan unceasingly made Nayra yell to say her name when she felt she was near the top.

Devan does not dare to play rough or with a fast tempo. He played so softly with a slow tempo but already made Nayra blingsatan.

"Faster baby...!" furious Nayra who saw Devan playing slowly.

The real Devan also could not bear to finally speed up the tempo.

"Aghh...Devan is sick.." shouted Nayra who felt pain like never before.

Devan stopped his movements when he heard Nyara's screams of pain.

"Sick Dev..Looks like it's about to be born." Nayra's tears just fell.

Devan, who was at the tip of the horn, forced to remove his python and immediately clean himself for a while before finally helping Nayra.

"German..!!!!" nayra shouted as she saw Devan enter the bathroom. Does Devan not think what his wife's current condition is. He was just going to go into the bathroom.

"Yes, baby for a minute. I take ablution first." cried Devan from the bathroom.

Devan returned to the room with wet wipes to clean the area under his wife first.

"Dear sick.." Nayra squeezed the bedsheet tightly.

"Dear, be patient." Devan had finished cleaning Nayra and took back the Nayra shirt he had thrown. It will be later if you have to replace a new one because you have to search in the closet.

"Wear the shirt first." Devan re-appears the Nayra shirt he opened while reciting the verse of Kursi, verse 54 of Al-A’raf, letter Al-Falaq and An-Nas hope to make Nayra calmer again.

"Strong Dev, sick!!" Nayra clasped Devan's hand and put the veil on Nayra's head.

"Honey let's quickly put on the hijab, we go to the hospital now." orders Devan firmly, whereas he himself panicked to see the condition of his wife at this time.

Just try earlier he did not follow Nayra's desire to make a birth canal for his debay. Maybe Devan has brought Nayra from earlier without having to clean and clean this.

"Nayra..honey!!!" pekik Devan when he saw Nayra suddenly fainted.