Clinton pouted then after a second, he has this sulking face but fortunately, Hera finally got used to his husband's sometimes childish attitude that his sulking face was now nothing to her. Hera walked inside their closet then chose a comfy pajama's. She didn't bother picking her underwear because she doesn't wear one at night. And while doing that, her husband was following her. But No is A No. She felt sore down there because of her husband who has been deprived of sex for two weeks, well, not anymore. He just had his ways on her these afternoons. She entered the bathroom then locked the door leaving the frustrated husband outside. Hera was chuckling with herself, she knows how insatiable her husband is. He could fuck her all night with all his might! but they can't do that now that she was pregnant already, she gets easily irritated and easily gets tired. She removed all her clothes then she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She saw so many love bites on her neck, to her b
ENJOY READING, HONEYS🦋🦋🦋 WHEN MORNING came, Hera woke up with a smile when she felt her husband's arm wrapped around her waist, her back was on her husband while he was facing her back. Hera slowly removed Clinton's arm that was resting on her before she carefully got up. She glanced at her husband again who was now hugging her pillow. Hera smiled before carefully leaning down to kiss her husband on the lips. She dropped three sweet kisses before she finally got up from bed. When she was standing on the edge of the bed, Clinton spoke. "Just three little sweet kisses?" His eyes were still closed and his voice sounded demanding at the same time complaining. Then his eyes opened and it settled to hers. "Come back here, wife, give your husband a 'goodmorning kiss' again." She rolled her eyes at her cute but sometimes annoying husband. "I did it already. Now, get up." After saying those, she turned her back away from her husband and went inside the comfort room. She washed her face
THEY ARE now on the way to the Donovan mansion. The three were sitting comfortably at the backseat of the car, the one who was driving was their personal driver, in the passenger seat was occupied by her son's nanny. "Nana," Hiro called his nanny. She was his nanny since his son was two years old that was why the two were pretty closed to each other, things that she is happy the most. The babysitter looked at the back. "Yes?" "Did you bring me toy train?" Hiro asked. His babysitter nodded with a smile. "Yes, it's in the back compartment." Her son grinned widely. "Yes! Thank you." Her son murmured something that she managed to hear. "I will show them my new toy train and I would crush the toy train of Cousin Cyro he bought last week." His son looked so happy while planning what to do with his cousin's toy. Did she already say that her son was a little bully? She turned to her husband and whispered over his ears secretly. "I think our son will bully your nephews again." Her hus
🦋I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING, HONEYS🦋 THE WHOLE living room was in a mess. The kids were happily playing, hide and seek, tag, then they would crawl on the floor to play car toys and all of these were witnessed by Clinton together with his two brothers, Christopher, and Cloude who just came. Where were the wives? In the garden gossiping—err catching up. Then he turned to his brother Cloude. "Did you hear about your daughter, Winter's boyfriend?" Clinton asked. Cloude sighed heavily as if he was shouldering something big and heavy. "My Winter keeps on arguing with me every time I tell her to stay away from that boy." "Should we assassinate the boy?" Clinton asked again. He received glares from his two brothers. "Idiot! Dumbass!" The two choruses. Then Cloude spoke. "We can't, my princess will be broken hearted at such a young age," Cloude was staring at his daughter. Clinton grimaced. He was about to say something when, Winter got up and walked towards them, in front of her father
Gooo baby Hiro! Hit his car and crush it to tiny pieces!" Clinton cheered his son. "No!" It was Cloude. "My nephew, Cyro, defeat those two!" Then it's not Christopher who cheered his son too. "Go! Go! Go! Defeat them!" Cyro looked at the two behind him making, Hiro advantage to hit, Cyro's toy. "Did you realize that the two of us are the only ones fighting, why are you joining?" Christopher eyes wide open when he saw his son's car being hit multiple times by Hiro who has a wide grin on his face. Christopher held his son's head and turned it to the front to see what was going on. "No talking or else we'll lose!" Christopher snapped at his son. Cyro sighed before he continued playing—no! They weren't playing at all, they were doing a battle. The loud cheering became even louder when the other kids joined them. Creed and Winter were on Hiro-Clinton team. While Kisses went to sit on the lap of his father while rolling her eyes at Hiro. "Go big brother, Cyrooo!! Defeat the bully!"
ENJOY READING, HONEYS🦋 SIX women were happily chit-chatting inside the VIP room of 'The Great's Bar' owned by Dwight Vucevic, husband of Aubrey. It was ten A.M. and they were having a good snack and a lemonade juice. It was still early so the whole bar wasn't crowded, only the staff were there, preparing for the later. Hera squirmed in her stomach when she felt the child moving in her womb. She is about to give birth, a month from now her baby girl will finally come out. Tiffany, who was next to her, immediately noticed the change in her emotions. "Are you okay, pregnant?" Tiffany asked. Because of her friend Tiffany's question, finally the other four of them who became her close friends look at her. Eloissa was the first to ask. "How do you feel? Does your stomach hurt?" Aubrey followed. "Maybe you're about to give birth." SHe wanted to say that she was fine, but Ysabella interjected again. "Oh my god! But you haven't had a due date yet, have you?" Ysabella. SHe just winced
Hera still wants to talk but it seems that her friends have no intention of listening to her. In the end she also agreed. "Fine...let's go," Hera said. Tiffany playfully pinched her friend's cheek. "Wow, Hera, it's not obvious that you're just being forced," Tiffany said with full of sarcasm on her tone. Hera smiled. "Let's go. It's free." Tiffany just shook her head. "When did you learn to draw?" Hera's smile widened. "The question should be where did I learn?" "Whose is it?" Tiffany asked. "Who else, you of course," Hera laughed loudly. Tiffany didn't even comment. Xyña, Aubrey, Eloissa, and Ysabella also stood up so they and Hera did the same. While walking out of the bar, Tiffany and Aubrey were on the other side of Hera, still holding her arm. When they got out of the bar, their Grandia car was already parked. It was owned by Ysabella and had a personal driver who opened the door of said vehicle for them. When they were all comfortably seated inside the driver closed th
🦋ENJOY READING, HONEYS🦋 HERA woke up from her sleep when she felt something soft and warm trailing all over her face. When her eyes finally opened, she saw her husband kissing her entire face again. When Clinton noticed that she was awake, he ran over to her causing Hera to shake her head but later she laughed when her husband tickled her through his lips, kissing her neck. That's when her husband finally stopped. He looked up, still not leaving on top of her. "Good morning," her husband's face was radiant. Hera frowned slightly. "You look happy," she commented. Clinton's smile widened even more. "Who wouldn't be happy? Happy tenth anniversary, baby!" Hera felt her heart beat faster than its normal. She still felt the same trembling. Her eyes lit up as she stared at her husband. Today was indeed their tenth anniversary since they got married. Hera bent slightly to give her husband a kiss on the lips. "Happy anniversary, baby." Hera suppressed the smile that wanted to escape f