Novel & Cerita Help! My Beast Husband Pampers Me Too Much!

Chapter 89: Taking after their mother ** Amber’s POV “My love, you are already the best husband and father ever,” I tell my husband, “You don’t need to buy out the entire toy store to prove it!” We both regard the pile of toys my mate has brought home today. Stuffed wolves of every size and color, some of them far too big for our newborns. Which my husband knows. Mobiles, teddy bears, so many other puffy creatures that I can’t even readily identify. I think some are from television shows, but I’m really not sure. There’s just so many of them.

The fact that she had to work with her husband after an affair was already a disaster, and now she had to work with her husband's boyfriend too. If she could, she would just pull out every strand of her husband's hair from his scalp until he was bald. Let's see whether the guy will still be handsome or not if he is bald.

I have successfully been able to make Amber suffer for 4 days and I'm more than happy that happened. I have become the sugar baby I've always wanted to be, lazy around, sleep, dance on the beach , eat and do nothing more. Amber on the other hand has become a full time house husband. He does the cooking, and I must say he's actually good at it . He cleans the cabin, I even turned him to my fan man that uses banana leaves to fan me when it starts getting hot, yeah I know he deserves even worse.

"I might actually pee myself here." He laughed at that. "So you’re a ticklish person after all?" "Obviously! Now stop it! We’re outside now, someone might hear us," I scolded him. "So what? You can scream if you want, baby. This is our home." "Your home, not me—Raze! You’re a pest!" I was like a restless worm, constantly blocking his hands as they tried to tickle me again. "Give it a rest." "Cute. Just stop complaining, baby. Remember, I’m your husband now. And is it so wrong to be affectionate? So just let me tickle you!"

Then she burst out laughing and shook her head. “Oh, girl,” she said. “You are in trouble.” I blinked. “What do you mean?” “I mean, you are in deep, deep trouble.” She pointed at me. “You just slept with your husband’s best friend, you said it was the best you have hand in a long time, and now he is staying in your pack house. You are not just in trouble — you are in a whole mess.” I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Because she was right.

"You’re funny, Mr. Miller. Of course my child is my husband’s and mine." "Your husband? So that child is mine?"

“Yeah. The zoo.” His laughter is rich and contagious, and I can’t help joining in. God, this feels so warm and real, like we belong here somehow, like we’re playing a part that makes perfect sense. “So this rule book you said your husband sent you,” he says after a beat, his tone playful again. “How many of those rules are you planning on breaking?” “Huh?” I blink. “What?” He shrugs, lips twitching with amusement. “You have to be a little rebellious. He doesn’t deserve you.”

I whined at my overprotective and overbearing husband. Hawk has been nothing but an amazing dad to Blythe, don't get me wrong. But he can be too much sometimes. He can become too fuzzy sometimes. He's overprotective and I believe that he will wrap our son in a bubble so nothing will happen to him. It's adorable and funny at the same time. Both Hawk and I are still learning and grasping whatever we know about being parents, and I'm really thankful that my Mom and Esme are there to help us out.

The baby’s attachment to me is still weak since it's just forming, so I really need to be careful. The doctors gave us so many instructions, and my husband? He didn’t even let me walk on my own—he carried me! He said he didn’t want me to get tired. He doesn’t stress me out anymore, either. He gives me everything I ask for. Well, that’s good. I feel like a princess now, with an instant assistant who’s also my husband. “Buy me bananas!” I shouted at Lexus, even though he was just in front of me. He was busy with his phone, tapping away, which was starting to annoy me because he was too focused on it.

I dress in my closet since I busted my door — not smart. I don't know how long I swim for, but it feels like an hour, maybe two. As I enter the foyer after my swim, I find my husband and his latest sex toy, hugging in the foyer for anyone and everyone to see. I try to ignore them, but Black Beauty yells out, “Nice to meet you, Alyssa, we should have lunch sometime.” Flip, no! “As you wish, Luna,” I say, stressing the title with a deliberate sneer, and throwing my husband the stink eye. Black Beauty looks shocked for a moment but recovers quickly, smiling and giving me a stupid little attempt at a friendly wave.