The Passion of Casanova
Don't Be Angry Again
Because of the words of Abian's grandfather, up to the top of the room, Ken so thought. She was worried now, afraid that everything she had done in her past would repeat itself to one of her children.
I regret it it feels useless. Ken took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He does not want his gloomy face to make Zoya go along thinking hard about the future of their children.
Let it all go as His line.
Ken reopened Baby ABCDE's room. Zoya is lying there, while her breasts are still stuck in Baby A's mouth.
The handsome man set his feet towards the bed, before sitting down Ken set his sights on all the baby sitters. "You eat first, while the children are sleeping. You can eat in turn."
All the women nodded, obeying Ken's orders, the three men came out first. While the two stayed behind to keep the four babies sleeping in their respective boxes.
Ken sat right behind Zoya's back, then put the tray on the nightstand. She feels guilty for talking recklessly, but Zoya voluntarily takes care of their child until she looks exhausted.
Zoya is still in her position, Ken knows Zoya is still upset, the man rubs back his wife's black mane, and leaves a kiss there. "Darling, I'm sorry. Sorry if my words hurt you."
Ken slightly bent down, making himself lie down next to Zoya's body, while one of his burly arms was coiled around the woman's slender waist.
"Let's eat first, I don't want you to get sick" Ken said as he slid his face down Zoya's neck, the woman flinching as he had no intention of getting angry at Ken, but somehow the mood forces to plunge just like that.
"Honey," called Ken helpless, and the more his embrace tightened, hearing that Zoya finally managed to defeat his ego. She got up after trying to let go of her breastfeeding, lucky this time Baby A did not get up, the handsome baby just squirms a little, then put his hands on his head.
Ken gave a faint smile, then immediately picked up the plate that was already filled with the dinner menu. The man feeds Zoya painstakingly, while Zoya only flinch, and occasionally stares at Ken who continues to serve her with joy.
"You eat too, Hubby," said Zoya suddenly, refusing Ken's feed, for the man to eat as well.
"You first, honey. I just ate it."
Ken could feel that Zoya was desperately holding back her ego, in order for them to stop being angry. The man smelled a smile, then rubbed one side of Zoya's face. "All right, I'm eating. But Mommy don't be so angry anymore Dad, Daddy doesn't like."
Zoya nods while trying to smile, Ken grabs Zoya's hand and puts it on her cheek. "Give me proof that Mommy's not angry."
Zoya frowned, Ken further coded by tucking the woman's palm. Zoya poked her lips, and Ken quickly pecked them.
"Well, right, it turns out Mommy's not angry anymore."
"Shit, Daddy!" Zoya pinches Ken's stomach, embarrassed that Ken had teased her. And the man could only chuckle, liking that Zoya had already shown her blushing cheeks.
"Daddy loves, Mommy. Mommy loves Daddy no?" asked Ken with a seductive look.
"Currently, if not love where maybe our child is already five."
Hearing that, Ken chuckled even more loudly, feeling uneasy with Zoya's answer. Ken brought his face closer, kissed his wife's lips with a small kiss but felt very much. Both drift, until they forget, if there are two baby sitters in the corner there, who are looking at their behavior.
Patience, patience. They murmured inwardly, rubbing the chest.
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