The Journey of Young CEO Love

Part 125's. Badmoods.

An afternoon with an orange sky as the sun slowly falls that is soon replaced with the moon adds a beautiful impression on the clear sky with no sign of rain tonight.

Ara who was sitting on her bed earlier did not stop giggling due to the amused feeling caused when her husband kissed her stomach repeatedly. Eight months have passed, both household lives are quite good without any major obstacles. Although often the two are bothered by trivial problems but it is not a serious thing that makes them so separated. Ara's pregnancy was also fairly smooth. Just one month this pregnant woman felt cravings. While the last months it was Gio who had to urgently search for what he suddenly wanted.

Gio who still uses his work coat had not stopped kissing his wife's distended stomach which always makes him anxious himself. After being satisfied with what he did, Gio again dropped Ara's pregnant mother's dress which he had opened and looked up to Ara who was still trying to muffle her laughter.

"Well eat?" ask Gio.

"Udah. I've been drinking milk too, made up of Nita," Ara replied, naming her domestic assistant.

The woman turned to sit in front of Gio who was still staring at her. Ara shifted closer to Gio and immediately hugged her husband. No need to ask again, since her pregnancy, Ara is more spoiled and often makes Gio overwhelmed by Ara who does not want to be left behind. Even once he was forced to take Ara to the company all day because his wife did not want to be away from him.

"Why baby?" tanya Gio stroked Ara's hair.

Ara shook her head and tightened her embrace. Ah, really, a position like this always makes him comfortable and calm.

"You are," Pinta Ara put her hand on Gio's shirt and stroked her husband's checkered belly, it was her new hobby.

"Gemes, can be gini boxes. Look, my stomach is distended," said Ara chuckling softly.

"The result of staying up late for us," replied Gio stroking Ara's stomach and laughing softly.

"Push from you" said Ara.

"Enak. I don't mean, people you just want to even often ask for more,"

"Iih ngeselin," Ara pinched the stomach plan that she had from earlier made Gio chuckle. Only silence greeted.

"Where is it today, bad baby?" gio asked after a few minutes the two were silent.

"No, her henchman mah," he replied.

Gio slightly stretched Ara's embrace and fixed Ara's sitting position so that her stomach would not be overstressed later. The big hand of the man was incessantly stroking gently Ara's distended stomach which the child always responded with small kicks making Ara chuckle softly.

"Don't be naughty, baby, you'll have trouble" Gio said.

"If papa again works, baby must help papa to take care of mama," he continued.

Ara who hid her head around Gio's neck chuckled at her husband's words. During the time Ara becomes pregnant, Gio transforms into a husband and father on standby who always moves quickly to meet the needs of his wife.

"Gii...."

"Hmm, uh,"

"Give me a kiss" Ara's pinta.

Gio chuckled softly and then kissed every corner of his wife's face and softly vented Ara's lips.

"Sure, man,"

Gio again melu*at Ara's lips gently with hands that have been everywhere. Only they know what happened after that.

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The night before, Gio who only wore a navy blue boxer was busy alone in the kitchen. After putting his wife to sleep, Gio went to make food and milk for his wife if she woke up later. Ara often complains of being hungry in the middle of the night. While their domestic assistant only works from morning to afternoon and that makes Gio have to move quickly to meet the needs of his wife every night.

Fun with his cooking tools in the kitchen, the sound of his cellphone ringing located not far from the pantry he uses diverts his attention. After pouring the chicken soup into the bowl, Gio moved to grab his phone which had rang. His forehead puckered when he saw an unknown number calling him these nights. Fearing that it was important, Gio shifted the green button and brought it closer to his left ear.

"Hello" greeting from across.

Gio was still quietly waiting for the person to speak again. Actually Gio was a little confused by someone who called him even more that the person was a woman, he did not know the number let alone the voice of that person.

"Who is this?" gio asked in the end when the people across did not make a sound.

"It's me Naumi, the number is kept yes brother who knows later can communicate more," replied from across making Gio snort.

"No, thank you. Don't call me anymore" Gio replied, then turned off his phone unilaterally. The man then turned around and was a little surprised when he saw his wife standing looking at him in silence.

"Eh baby. Why are you awake?" tanya Gio approached.

"Are you surprised?" ara asked not heeding her husband's question.

"You suddenly appear. Why, baby, want to eat?" asked Gio stroking his wife's head gently.

"Who's the nelfon?" ask Ara again.

"Nobody dear," replied Gio.

"But I'm surprised that it's right after the phone," said Ara again.

Gio sighed softly then rubbed his wife's cheek. He knew his wife's mood was unstable and quite sensitive as pregnant women in general.

"I'm making soup. Eat yuk, it has not eaten," said Gio to divert the conversation.

Ara brushed aside Gio's hand and nodded and passed her husband sitting at the dinner table. She was actually not in the mood to eat but she was still thinking about her son. He was annoyed at Gio who seemed to be hiding something from him. During Ara's pregnancy, Gio did not usually get a phone at this hour, even if there was definitely from his parents or sister. If Gio was already at home, his work affairs really shouldn't bother him. Even if there is a job, Gio will do it in the workspace.

After eating in silence, the two returned to their rooms. Ara lay back to Gio who was now staring at his back with a soft sigh. His wife's mood often overwhelmed him. Not wanting to make his wife more badmood, Gio chose to shut up and hugged Ara from behind, kissing her exposed shoulder due to a rope dress. While his hand moves stroking the distended stomach of the wife.

"Good night dear," she whispered softly.

...-To be continued-...