This Is Your Baby [Lat]

Thin Bed

Her beautiful eyes had opened perfectly, yet still she lay lazily. Reluctant to move out of bed. Davina let out a short sigh, after paying close attention to where she was. His face was again covered with his arms when the glare of the lights disrupted his vision.

His mind floated back last night. Back to the back of last night's events. First, he was drunk because he was upset waiting for Lily who was also drunk. Previously, Mario found it while watching the live show Ravi. Earlier, she was stranded at the club for being kidnapped. And then again ..he fled from kidnapping to hit the power pole.

Electric pole ... Davina slowly brushed her bangs. Back grimacing as the two-fold throbbing-induced hangeover-added due to swelling in its temples. And that pain, really woke her up to reality. Previously, he had hoped that this was only part of his many nightmares.

"Damn. Just be careful if I really find the culprit. I didn't hesitate to report it to the police,” grumbled Davina. Without realizing it, the remark was echoed many times from last night.

Actually, in his mind was the culprit. But he has no hard evidence to report it. It's complicated, because there's still a family connection. Just forgiving? But his heart hurts. Davina glanced at the open door. Mario appears holding Baby El, and puts it next to him.

"Still a headache?" ask Mario without seeing Davina. Watching her was enveloping the sleeping Baby El.

"Who was Baby El sleeping with last night?" Instead of answering Mario's question, Davina asked. Slowly get up, though his head still feels heavy. Remind him to not-indiscriminately-pick drinks on the table.

"Who else do you think if not with Rie. You want Mommy to babysit Baby El?" Mario rubs Baby El's back. Lying down in the position of forming a fetus.

Davina snorted short. Without being answered, the question is clear. Roxanne babysit Baby El? It's possible that Roxanne would strangle the baby - if she had the chance. That's Davina feel. Although Roxanne did not overtly show a sense of her loyalty to Baby El.

"Let me see your temples, still swollen? Last night I compressed it, it should have improved a little." Without Davina realizing it, Mario had been sitting by her side. Unable to dodge anymore, Davina could only let Mario brush his bangs and examine the bruises.

"Good, the swelling doesn't grow anymore." Mario smiled thinly. Back to fix Davina's bangs.

"It's a cure, take it immediately, so that the headache subsides," Mario ordered, standing with his chin pointed - at a bottle of mineral water and a tablet of medicine on a tray. Then stand towards the walk in-closet, changing his sportswear to his formal workwear.

Davina glanced at what Mario pointed to. Slip blanket. His eyes widened. He realized what he was wearing. As he remembered last night, his clothes were still intact. Now, an oversized t-shirt is covering his thin body, and this is not his shirt. One more thing he just wears underwear. Covered in this oversized sweatshirt.

Just be right. Davina could not say anymore. Shock, look at his appearance. Now only able to look at his feet full of red rashes. The consequences rolled on the paved road last night.

"Rio, you changed my clothes too!?" Davina looked at the door of the changing room that was wide open.

"You expect Ravi to change your clothes? That so?" Syndicator Mario sharp. There was a jealous tone in his words.

Mario opens his shirt and throws it to the floor. The look on his face turned a little sour. He remembered well last night. Apparently, Ravi didn't like it when he picked up Davina. Although then, Ravi instantly changed her facial expression back to normal.

"Of course not--- Ck! You too, shouldn't bother changing my clothes."

Mario grinned as he opened the clothing door. "Right, that's what you should have said when you were drunk last night. But the truth is, you seduced me instead, forcing me to replace your clothes with mine."

This man held back his gel laugh. Of course it's a lie. When he returned to the mansion, Davina was already completely like dead wood. Even pinched with all his might, maybe he won't wake up.

"What!!! It's not fucking-uh, damn it!" Davina groaned as a throb in the head stabbed her - while forcing her to stand up. He was too surprised by Mario's explanation. Did he tell Mario to change his clothes? Then last night he got drunk, did he make any unclear?

"Hey Rio! Last night I was drunk, did I speak strangely to you?" Davina sat down on the side of the bed. Hurry to take one capsule on the tray. Drink it, immediately push it with mineral water, so that it is smooth and not tight in the throat.

Mario paused for a moment his activities - buttoning his shirt. Staring at the fibres of ebony wood cabinets, right in front of his eyes.

"What do you say, you hit that power pole?" Mario chuckled amusedly while tapping his chin. "...then you rolled on the paved road? Is that what you mean?"

Davina's eyes are round. Holy hooch! So he really messed up, to open his own disgrace.

"What else I say." As if attracted by curiosity, Davina was now right behind Mario, looking at the wide back of the man. Somehow seeing that back, his face turned crimson. Bizarrely.

"Hm, what is it?" Mario turned his body back, staring fixedly at the wife.

"A-what else,” urged Davina, looks nervous when her irises collide with sharp views belonging to Mario. He gulped, feeling himself intimidated inside this narrow room.

"You want to know?" Mario sidekicking. Step by step began to advance towards Davina.

Davina simply nodded her head stammeringly, her legs starting to incline backwards as Mario began to urge her. Until he finally got caught. His back touched the closet behind him. Davina repeatedly cursed her stupidity. Why chase Mario to the walk in-closet just out of curiosity what he messed up last night.

"The truth wants to know?"

Davina blinked at a glance, feeling the roar of Mario's breath gushing down her face. With this close distance, he could smell the fragrance of this man's body.

"Have you forgotten it, can you step aside?!" Davina said ketus and gave up, throwing her face a glance. This sweet figure touched the closet behind him when Mario's large body restrained him, so as not to allow him to run away.

"Just give up? Who was so curious about last night?" Mario grinning.

"Yeah, it's tad--- kyaaa, a-what are you doing, Rio!" Davina squealed in shock. His eyes bulged as he felt Mario's hands slipping in his waist area. Jolting his body, until there was really no distance between the two of them. This woman holds her breath.

Mario smiled amusedly at the reaction of his wife to him. Slowly bring her face closer to the sweet face of Davina. Clearly visible red hues that glow there.

For some reason, Davina closed her eyes. Following his heart. But nothing happened. He felt his body slightly shift, then heard the sound of the closet door shifting.

Eh shift? Davina opened her eyes again. Justright. It turns out Mario got rid of it just to pick up clothes in the closet.

Mario glanced at Davina, clearly the look on his face was disappointed.

"Why, Baby? You're disappointed that you didn't meet your expectations?" Mario smiled thinly while wearing his suit.

Davina snorted at a glance. Returning to look at Mario with his chin raised, trying to gather the rubble of his pride.

"Not as expected?!"

"Yeah, it's clearly visible on your face..." Mario shrugged both shoulders. Turning to stare intensely at Davina's lips. "...hope I kiss you. Didn't you?"

"Whoever wishes like that, you fool!" Davina stood up by raising the volume of the sound, disguising her nervousness and embarrassment. His eyes darted sharply at Mario's wide back.

After being able to master his embarrassment, Davina immediately stepped up to follow Mario.

"Aw! Damnit damnit! If it stops, don't suddenly!" Davina swore loudly, clutching her nose. This isn't the first time Davina's nose has clashed with Mario's wide back.

"Why?" the question is ketus when Mario just side by side staring at him sharply.

The corners of Mario's lips formed a thin grin. "You want me to carry?"

Davina twists the eyeball. "Life, I would never ask for such a childish thing."

"Oh yeah? Sure enough? Don't want to taste what it's like to sleep on my comfortable back."

"Ck! In dreams!"

"Hm ..." Mario just muttered. Back turned around and walked out of the in-closet walk, leaving Davina with a thousand questions in her mind.

"Eh, wait .. so last night. Did I have a tirade to be carried?" davina asked curiously, regarding Mario who asked like that. Chasing after Mario who had been standing in front of the mirror combed his bushy black hair.

Mario was silent for a moment, lowering his comb and twirling it around, as if he was weighing something in his mind. Then it shook its little face, making Davina's lips expand wide. Smiling satisfied. Relieved to be amazing. It was as if this sweet figure had managed to get out of the crush of the problem that was entangling him.

"If so, why should I be ashamed? It won't make the world collapse under your feet, either, will it," said Mario.

"Geez, indeed. But, it's still embarrassing." Again Davina stood up, throwing her eyes at Baby El. Still sound asleep.

"Well, it's up to you. Just so your heart is happy." Mario shrugged both shoulders and put the comb back into the drawer.

Davina noticed his appearance, peeking slightly from the reflection of the glass behind Mario's body.

"Rio .. when you change my clothes. You didn't take a chance?!" he said sharp.

This time Mario who let out a short sigh, twisted his body. Staring at the side-scaping Davina. The appearance of her smooth white thighs was clearly revealed when the clothes she was wearing were pulled up.

"You mean?" mario asked, pretending not to know the direction of the wife's conversation.

"Cliche's the way you're avoiding my questions. Pretend you don't know, huh! Let me clarify. You-not-grabbing-parts-my body-kan." Press Davina in every vocabulary.

"Or maybe you've secretly tasted my body, right!" After saying this, Davina wanted to curse her own mouth. Why can slippery eel fish when saying it.

Mario frowning.

Vina. If I hadn't thought about how you felt, you might not have gotten out of bed anymore. Vina, wife ...

Mario wants to laugh. Either to ridicule himself, or to laugh at Davina's naive nature - hasn't changed at all to her.

"Vina. Then we'll play guess." Mario leaned his body on the dresser, while his hands were side-by-side.

"Let's get your crotch. What pain is there in that area? You understand what I mean, right!"

Spontaneous Davina propped up, then fell silent a thousand languages. For the umpteenth time. His statement was again broken by Mario's argument. Of course nothing happens in the sensitive area. It doesn't hurt at all. It's clear Mario didn't do anything to her.

"Vina."

"W-what?" Davina suddenly stuttered, when she realized Mario had been standing in front of her. Just a few inches from him. Again, he could smell the masculine scent of Mario's body.

"You love me?" mario asked as if he wanted to convince Davina's heart once again. She's curious. Is this sweet figure going to be as honest as when he was drunk.

Davina's breaking up, unprepared for Mario's sudden question.

"What kind of question is that."

"Jawab, yes or no."

"No!" But when he said Davina melengos, did not dare to look directly at Mario's face.

Mario just smiled faintly, then rubbed the shoots of almond Davina hair. Of course he will not hurt when Davina says no, because she already knows the true contents of Davina's heart.

"Vina! Between yes or no, that's a big difference. Careful. One day you might sprain your tongue when you answer it again."

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 🤗💜.