This Is Your Baby [Lat]

Until When Are Here

　

"Until when, should we stay here?"

Davina leaned her body against the door while side-by-side looking at Mario. Exit the in-closet walk room in light blue pajamas wrapped in her proportional body. His face looked fresh. Tired all day working at the hotel disappeared instantly as his body was flushed with warm water.

"Don't I tell you in advance, that we're gonna stay here for a month." Mario walked towards the dresser. Then take the comb in the drawer. "If you forget,”.

Would like so ...

Davina let out a short breath, staring at her toes. Of course, the question was just a form of interpretation of his heart that was being disturbed. Just a week into the mansion, his heart had grown eager to return to his own residence.

"Why, Baby?" Mario stared at his wife's pouting face from the reflection of the glass. As if he could read Davina's mood, Mario took his words seriously.

"So I didn't eat with you. Did Mommy and Lily offend you?" Mario put the comb back into the drawer. Flipped body.

"No .." .. Just not yet visible, Davina continued in her heart. Because dinner last night there was a Ravi among them. Just try Ravi doesn't exist. Surely, the incident of breakfast in the cafeteria a few weeks ago will be repeated. Even so, as always. Still the sharp glances of the two women were fixed on him at all times. Able to change his mood for a moment.

Mario took a short breath. Davina's silence was enough to make her understand. Should he again strongly warn his mother and sister? If only they still spoke harshly to his wife.

"Baby, don't cover it up. You can report to me anytime, okay." Mario approached the king-sized bed. Sitting by his sweet wife's side.

"Ck! You idiot! Who will cover up their behavior. They didn't even say a word to me all this time ..." ... just a cynical glance, the woman added inwardly.

Mario breathed a sigh of relief hearing that.

"Nm ... Rio, can't we just stay here?" Davina stared fixedly at her husband's firm jawline.

Mario shook his head. "Can't, Baby. It'll hurt Daddy's feelings."

Davina thaws.

"Vina, I know you're not comfortable here." Mario pulled the slender body of his wife and hugged her. "Just need a little more patience for you, yes,” whispered Mario as he let go of his embrace, then dyed a glimpse of Davina's forehead filled with faint frown lines.

Davina was silent for a moment. Take a short breath. Then glare back.

"Why, Baby?" Mario's forehead creased deeply as his wife jerked her lips, moving away from him. He wanted to use the atmosphere. Smack those cherry lips.

"You ... I told you not to touch me at will." Davina hits Mario's arm.

This man chuckled, even though his wife's lips threw a rejection. However, his face was disavowed.

"Babies. You're funny, where a husband and wife don't touch each other, it's weird." Mario little thump. "We better get some sleep. It's night, poor Baby El. He'll wake up."

"Oh, don't force me." Davina screamed, muttering as her husband forcibly laid her body. Then Mario followed by laying his body on the side of this sweet woman.

"Hey! You sleep there, not here!" Davina glared as she pointed to the opposite side of the bed.

"No, Baby! It's more comfortable here. If it's there, I'm afraid Baby El will be squeezed by my big body."

Davina twists the eyeball. "Reason. I said stay away!"

Mario just silently flinched. Closing his round eyes, not poking his wife's words again.

"Oh, pretend not to hear. Goddamnit!" Davina flips her body, turns her back on Mario. It's better that she hugs her five-month-old baby. Just now this woman was closed. A second later, his eyes returned. Immediately his gaze ran towards his stomach. There was a pair of tightly coiled arms.

"Grrr, why are you hugging me, you pervert!"

"Shhh! Quiet, Baby. It's not just Baby El who wakes up. Your screams could potentially invite Mommy and Lily into our room." Mario whispered right in Davina's ear. He sank his head at the intersection of his wife's neck and shoulders. Sip as much as the smell of her sweet figure.

Davina glares. Wants to turn around, but his body has been held back by Mario in his arms.

"But, it's still ..." Davina snorted bitterly.

"Hey! You locked the door, didn't you!" This young lady elbowed Mario's muscular stomach. Moving his body, hoping that the heavy breath of this man was not too close to his ears.

"Hm .. don't know, Baby. I didn't check it."

Davina. He recalled the events of the morning a few weeks ago.

"STUPID! LOCK DOOR!"

"Why is that, Baby? You want to fuck with me." Mario grinning.

"Essum your ass!”

　

　

　

　

*this Is Your Baby*

　

　

　

　

"Oh ..."

Davina stopped her steps next to the super spacious dining table. In front of him was a sweet figure who was behind him. The wife of his sister-in-law, Marrie Abbot.

"S-afternoon sister-in-law, Marrie."

Davina decided to say hello first. Even with a stammer. There was a sense of awkwardness and reluctance to say hello to Marrie. Because all this time they never talked to each other. Rarely was Marrie in this mansion. In fact, just to eat one table with him is so difficult to realize.

Davina doesn't think it's just for Marrie, Chase and his father-in-law, Ravi, and Lily, very rarely get together at the dinner table related to their respective work. Likewise with Mario, just for breakfast her husband never absent accompanied her.

Marrie looked at it. Then turn back and turn off the juicer machine. Pour the juice of a mixture of apples and pears into two legged glasses.

It is undeniable, if they in the past are not too familiar. To his knowledge, he was married to Chase for a week. Mario follows married this sweet figure. But it's unfortunate. Three months later, a month after the death of Erika's grandmother, Mario expelled Davina.

And a week ago too, she and her husband's extended family. I am surprised by Mario's announcement. Ask them not to talk too much about the past.

"Sister-in-law didn't go to the boutique?" Davina ventured to ask more, considering Marrie's response earlier. So sociable.

Marrie chuckled, carrying two glasses towards the table. Where Davina still stands awkwardly. Like being punished in school.

"It doesn't have to be so formal, Vina. Just call me Marrie, or Rie." Marrie gave a sweet smile. "Hufts. I was just going to the boutique. There is nothing fun for today,” he continued, shrugging both shoulders.

Marrie thrusts a glass of juice in front of Davina. "For you."

"Thank you, Rie." Davina said awkwardly.

"Not to be confused. Sit down," replied Marrie, looking at Davina who was still standing stiffly beside him.

"Ugh .. good." Davina said, sit down immediately. His brown iris stared fixedly at the figure of Marrie who enjoyed the juice. A line of smiles was present on the lips of this young lady. Her heart warms to Marrie's response. That's what Mario said. There is still a good family for him.

"Let me carry Baby El, Vin."

Marrie held Davina's arm, as this sweet figure sat her baby on the dinner table. A table that holds twenty people across from each other. There is usually a special baby chair. However, because there was no baby in the mansion, Davina put her baby there.

"Eung .. if Rie doesn't mind." Davina said it was bad.

"Omong empty. We are family." Marrie grabs Baby El from Davina's hand. "Well, please make the milk, Vin." This woman smiled broadly.

"God! Why are you so adorable, champ!" Marrie poked Baby El's cheek. So nervous about this baby.

"Awww ... Baby El's. Can I bite your cheek a little bit, Eum?"

Marrie scoops the puffed cheek of Baby El into her mouth. Like she wanted to bite him. No doubt Baby El's face began to blush with teary eyes. He opened his round eyes, looking at Marrie. Even her tiny lips twitched. Looking at Baby El's expression, Marrie's laughter broke out filling the room.

　

　

　

　

*this Is Your Baby*

　

　

　

　

"Eh?! Where's Vina, Rie?"

Mario stopped his steps up the stairs. Looking closely at his sister-in-law. Sitting on the couch holding Baby El.

"Oh, you're home, Rio." Marry looked behind the sofa. Staring at Mario stands on the first steps with formal attire complementing his athletic body.

"So he said go outside for a minute." Marrie shrugged her shoulders. Get rid of the broken remot Baby El.

"Go for a second?" Mario muttering. His activities came to a halt as he stretched his tie. His forehead was faintly wrinkled. His heart began to feel uncomfortable.

Mario did not continue his remarks, immediately climbing the stairs hurriedly towards his room. When opening the door. The room looked arm and quiet. He threw his coat on the couch. Continuously breezed into the in-closet walk. Shifting the wardrobe. Again his movement stopped when unbuttoning his white shirt. His mind drifted back to Davina.

"Shit!" This man snubbed. I don't know what for. His heart must be agitated. Grabbing her phone in her pants pocket, dialing Davina's phone number. Clamping his phone to the cheek, then tucking up his shirt arm at the elbow limit, while waiting for an answer across the phone, Mario returned to the family room again.

"Rie. Exactly that's a while since when?" ask Mario for more details.

"So afternoon. And it's night, you're home ..."

Shit!

Mario again cursed loudly, no longer listen to Marrie's words. Back up the stairs. Once again dialing his wife's phone number the umpteenth time. Again the one who answered an operator across the phone.

"Why did you turn off the phone, Vina." Mario sighing. Her heart grew uneasy when she failed to track down Davina's phone.

The man's steps stopped in front of his parents' room. Mario's vegetables heard Roxanne's angry voice.

"This kid is unreliable! Why even fight drunk. That's not what Mommy ordered---"

Roxanne looked quickly. His eyes widened to see Mario forcefully open the door of his room. But his attitude soon returned to normal.

"Why Rio?" ask Roxanne to cleared her throat.

Mario siding and sharp squealing. "Who's Mommy talking to?"

"Oh this ..." Roxanne looked back at her phone. Just realized the connection has not been severed. "Ravi, then you bring Lily---oh home, oh then, Mommy doesn't want to know her business. Whatever. For sure you should put your sister first to go home. Not another!"

"Ravi?" Mario frowned upon hearing the name Ravi called Roxanne. Moreover, Roxanne's way of speaking made Mario realize something.

"Yes, Ravi." Roxanne took a breath. "Lily's drunk at Ravi's live show."

"Ri-Rio, where are you going?" Roxanne stared at the puzzled back of Mario who was behind her. "What do you want to talk to Mommy about?"

Mario no longer mengubris Roxanne speech. In his mind, he knew where Davina was at the moment.

Don't forget guys, beautiful & handsome brothers, sisters who emes 😍, love first let the spirit write the story 🤗😉, okay 👍.

See you in the next chapter of 🤗💜.