The President's Wife

Chapter 198: Preparation before Day H

The bedroom was hot instantly, the sweat mingled the sigh dominating even though the air conditioning was on. The burst of cold that came out of the grille water supply on the ceiling - the ceiling of the room could not make the two human children cold. The cool breeze from the four square boxes was unable to dampen the passion and desire of a husband and wife who was crazy in the morning blind.

The need for cold air in its luxurious dwelling, Pram finally dropped the option on a central HVAC or AC system to ensure that the entire room in the two-story house was kept cool as requested by Kailla who from the beginning did not feel at home with hot air. The language of Kailla is AC Mall.

The stinged breath was clearly heard after that beautiful unification reached the peak. Slow groans and beautiful shrieks re-echoed, laden with pleasure. After nearly four full moons the master bedroom was silent, losing its identity.

Yes, since Pram was in a coma and couldn't do much with his right leg still healing, there was no more sweat-draining activity on the bed. Naughty sighs, ferocious groans, everything vanished. The room lost its spirit. Even Kailla chose to sleep with her mother-in-law.

A second after Pram rolled his burly body beside Kailla, a mobile phone ringing could be heard from the floor of the room. Impressed to scream, the protest disrupts pregnant women who are enjoying their fatigue after guerrilla with the hero of the heart.

“Darling, I received a short call. Looks like it's Stella, I'm out of the meeting all of a sudden. Surely the boy was a brat,” whispered Pram, peeping Kailla temple. Grabbing his phone lying on a fur rug, along with their laptops and clothes scattered irregularly.

“Yes, Ste. What's up?” pram asked, his breathing going up and down and Stella could hear clearly.

"Crazy! These Aki-aki are out in a meeting just to finish his wish!” stella's grouse in the heart. As the secretary who accompanied Pram for five years, of course the girl had finished a lot about her superior.

“Ma-sorry Sir, the meeting is over,” Stella said.

“Yes already, email me all! I'll reread it after this,” break Pram. Just now the man was about to turn off the cellphone connection, Stella's voice came back.

“Pak ...”

“I'm not going to the office today!” firmly Pram. Without waiting for Stella to speak, immediately disconnect her call.

Turning to gaze at Kailla, his little wife who swelled almost twice as much during her pregnancy. “Honey, can I help you to the bathroom?” tawar Pram, after seeing Kailla's breath began to be regular.

“Hmmm ...” that little murmur was heard from Kailla's lips.

“Now, yes?” ask Pram.

“Ya.” Kailla's short answer, thrusting her hand with her eyes closed.

“After giving birth, I will pamper you in a different way,” said Pram hugging Kailla's sweaty body and helping her rise from sleep.

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Two months passed so quickly, like an electric train that shot off without a hitch. During these two months Pram spent more time at home. Kailla's growing love, not allowing her to go to the office. Almost every day whining, ask for company.

And today, a week before Kailla's cesarean schedule, Pram still took the time to hunt for baby equipment that had not been purchased before. Together with Kailla who refused to be left at home, the two went around the mall with a friendly hand.

Nearly three hours outside, Kailla was able to breathe a sigh of relief when she returned home and was able to rest her tired body.

“Darling, has it all been?” ask Kailla. The pregnant woman was already lying on her soft bed after changing the household negligee.

“Hmmm, seems to be all,” said Pram, standing among a pile of baby supplies in auxiliary Kin and Bin, their twin baby babysitter.

Strange name, of course. It was Kailla's difficult giving of the long names of both. To ease her tongue, Kailla had already given her own nickname to her two son's babysitters. Kin will hold baby K and Bin will be in charge of Baby B.

“I've asked Kin to prepare a suitcase to store your equipment and our baby to be taken to the hospital.” Pram handed Kailla a piece of paper, asking his wife to check on the items she had prepared.

“Darling why are you carrying so many of my clothes? Aren't I going to be in the hospital wearing a patient uniform? kailla asked, frowning. There were five sets of clothes coming into the suitcase.

“Be careful, who knows you are not comfortable with clothes from the hospital.” Pram answered briefly. The man seemed to be busy taking out items that Kailla might want to take to the hospital. His legs have healed a hundred percent, even now Pram has been able to run a marathon of tens of kilometers.

“Then, which bag will you bring, Kai?” The pram continued to ask. He was ready to take down the bag that Kailla wanted from the storage cabinet.

“That little pink, dear,” sahut Kailla, is still comfortable lying on the bed.

“Perfume?” ask Pram again, after coming out of the walk in closet.

“My favorite perfume, but take the one that is still in the box, Honey,” Kailla said, pointing to the wardrobe room, on the left side of her room. The design of the main room on the first floor is much more luxurious than their previous room located on the second floor.

The spacious glass bathroom was designed by Pram for the reason that it was easy to keep an eye on Kailla during a big pregnancy, although in the end he still had to intervene by himself every wife to the bathroom. Not to mention the two pieces of walk in closet located on the left side of the room to meet the needs of space for storage of clothes and accessories belonging to him and Kailla.

One more thing, their room is connected to the nursery so that Kailla and Pram can keep an eye on their twins at all times. Pram was really thinking about the comfort of Kailla and her children.

In their nursery even Pram has prepared a set of comfortable sofas following a soft bed for breastfeeding Kailla. A separate bathroom complete with its own walk in closet for its sons. She did not want to hear Kailla protest when she had to scramble the bathroom with her son or complain of mixed clothes.

“Your shoes? Which shoes you will wear in the hospital. I have to prepare it from now,” asked Pram.

“Yang pink flat shoes. To be in line with my bag,” said Kailla. It looks like Pram rushed into the walk in closet and took the shoes in question.

“This Dear?” pram asked, showing it in front of Kailla.

“Not that one. The other one, which I wear a lot lately.” Kailla answered briefly.

“There are a lot of pink shoes there. I'm confused.” Pram replied with a smile.

Just as Pram was about to turn around, it suddenly came to a standstill as the tail of his eyes saw Kailla about to rise to her feet.

“Stop! Stay lying there, Kai. I'll take it for you!” pram's orders.

“Let's take it wrong again, let me,” Kailla said.

“Already, I know what you mean.” Pram rushed into the storage room.

Before long the man had already appeared with a pair of shoes and his warm smile. “This, right? Definitely not wrong.” Pram smiling sumringah.

“Outside, Honey? A make-up? Other accessories?” ask Pram.

“Do I just put it in the suitcase, huh? All make-up tools that you often use.” Without waiting for a response, Pram had scooped up some of the contents of the dressing table and put them in a special bag before piling them together with the items that Kailla would bring to the hospital.

“For baby K and baby B is it all, dear?” ask Kailla.

“Already, you don't have to think about it. I have coordinated with two of her caregivers,” explained Pram, pointing to the babysitter who was folding baby clothes, sitting on the floor carpet.

“What more do you want, Kai? I know you don't want to look messy in childbirth,” asked Pram, walking over. The man crouched down beside the bed, staring at Kailla who was lying sideways facing towards him.

“I want to go to the salon, the day before giving birth. Meni pedi, creambath, all treatments.” Kailla replied with a smile.

“Alright, I'll take you to the salon,” Pram appointment, gently rubbed Kailla's puffed cheeks, shamelessly pecking at his wife's lips in front of their babysitter.

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TB