The Passion of Casanova
Our Riot
After breastfeeding her husband, Zoya now changes to breastfeed the child. The woman lay on the large bed available in Baby ABCDE's room and immediately breastfed Baby A.
The tiny body that had been squirming, and its mouth that was constantly moving now stopped and focused on its food. Seeing that, Zoya gave a smile. It was as if Baby A really knew that his favorite food had been taken by his father.
"Curtain, Baby direct diem. Wh why? Afraid of not getting to see me?" zoya asked the child to talk, Baby A just kept quiet, responding with a blink of an eye and a sip that felt stronger.
Ken stepped onto the bed, stood on the side of Zoya's body and stroked the top of her head. "Darling, then I leave first. Looks like my job is done." Ken said with a bitter smile, remembering that the two crazy mounds were no longer his.
Zoya chuckles a little, then catches the back of Ken's hand and gives him a swipe anyway. "Your job has been replaced by theirs now."
Hearing that, Ken's lips became even more throbbing. Imagine how hard he got his intake from Zoya. However, even so she remains grateful Zoya stays healthy as well as her children.
"Yes-yes, honey. I understand, they're grown. Both will be mine again." Ken lowered his head and kissed Zoya's top to stop, not forgetting that he also stroked the top of the child's head, but Baby A moved instead, as if avoiding the touch of the father.
Our riot. If Baby A could talk, maybe he would proclaim the sentence to Ken, because he had dared to take his favorite food.
"Haish, he's hostile to me just because I tasted the food?" ken grumbled, making everyone there hold back laughter, except Zoya who had chuckled loudly.
"Here, you'll be late, baby" Zoya reminded her husband.
Ken let out a long sigh, once again he lowered his head, now no longer the top of the head that he smelled, but the wife's rosy lips, making all the compact baby sitters throw their respective gazes in the other direction.
Instead of feeling guilty, the shameless creature rubbed slowly one of his wife's breasts. "Remember, Baby. Don't spend it, there's Daddy's ration here."
Zoya pinches Ken's arm, making the man finally chuckle. Ken used to be a man of small talk, but now everything has changed. Every time with Zoya, a lot of drama played this one man.
Ken got out of his son's room, took his work supplies, and went downstairs. It turned out that Ron was waiting there, the man was chatting with Abian's grandfather, while waiting for him to come.
"Ken, he said you had a meeting. Why are you down late?" asked Abian's grandfather, seeing the grandson who was even relaxed, but it was almost too late to come.
"I took care of my kids earlier."
"There's a baby sitter."
"Ouch, Cake. Even though there is a baby sitter, I still have to intervene. Am I the father, the baby sitter who made Zoya pregnant? Are they the ones who stab Zoya every night? Or those who vomit until fainting? No, right?"
After saying goodbye to his grandfather, Ken finally really left the office. His face was a little wrinkled, making Ron wonder. However, it feels like the man is reluctant to start first, which is when he misspokes. Can do his business.
"Ron, be careful" said Ken suddenly, leading Ron to raise his head, what do you mean? He just drove the car safe.
Even though they were almost too late, Ron still used moderate speed.
"Be careful, sir?" Finally Ron asked as well, wondering where Ken was going.
Ken let out a long sigh, leaning his head on the back of the chair with his hands clinging to a cushion. "Be careful when your child is born."
Ron's forehead was getting cringing. "Why, Sir? Is it very troublesome?"
Ken shakes. "No, but you're gonna be out of it."
Hearing that, Ron tried to digest what Ken said, while Ken looked for a way, how to make Baby A not know if he had stolen his favorite food.
"Ahhh, it's difficult to also turn out that you have children," Ken grumbled as he ruffled his hair.
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