Oh My Davis
Mashed potatoes

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"I'm hungry!" said Nichole suddenly stopped his activities just like that.

"A little more," Davis replied staring in disbelief at the woman in front of him.

"But tired, and you haven't heard my stomach sound all the time" whine Nichole looked at her husband with a very clear gaze.

"Solve it first, finish it—"

"Wouldn't! Continue later if you have eaten. Come on, it's not me who's hungry, it's your son" Nichole said, wiping her belly, which already looks distended.

At that instant Davis immediately sighed heavily. He closed his eyes, trying to restrain and also muffle himself.

"Or did I go down by myself?" added Nichole immediately made Davis growl stifled.

"Wear your clothes!" davis said slightly clucking, he got up and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Anger, anger and disappointment were also dizzy now engulfing within him mixed into one in his head. To make both his heads pulsate so painfully. Just a little more, but with arrived Nichole stopped him just like that.

"What a shame!" cibir Davis stared at himself in front of the reflection of the glass inside the bathroom.

He sighed rough when he saw himself having to solo a career to continue the rest of the struggle that was not completed by Nichole.

Meanwhile, outside the room. Nichole is already wearing her clothes back. He waited for Davis to come out of the bathroom, but for almost twenty minutes, the man did not come out.

Tok tock..

Nichole knocked on her bathroom door, and soon she saw it open. Which makes her instantly speechless, when she saw that her husband was still bare-chested.

"A little while!" davis said with his flat face cut through Nichole's question. He just passed by to walk in closed and look for his clothes to wear.

"Keep from earlier what try?" nichole muttered her lips without feeling the slightest guilt.

After wearing his clothes. Davis took Nichole back and brought her downstairs. Initially, Davis wanted to call the waiter alone to bring them to the room to eat. But it turns out that Nichole did not want to, on the grounds that the child in the womb wanted to eat in the park, so now Davis holds Nichole and brings her to the back garden.

Davis had several waiters prepare food for him and Nichole had dinner in the park. And Davis did not allow Nichole to use her legs to walk until she recovered.

"Why so much? We're just two, " Nichole looked at the table in front of him with a bit of hesitation.

"Eat what you want to eat" Davis stared at Nichole.

"But I don't want to eat this," Nichole muttered so softly as she bit her lower lip examining one by one the foods that had been arranged on the table.

"Then what do you want?" davis asked instantly frowned his slightly clucked.

"I want mashed potatoes!" nichole answered with enthusiasm.

"Gosh, yesterday at the hospital gave you a menu like that, you don't want to. Why are you asking for it now?" tanya Davis sighed heavily while kneading her temple which now felt more throbbing.

Because Nichole himself who said he did not like the food smells of potatoes or tubers. And now, the woman was asking for it.

"Not me, but—"

"Your son!" saut Davis quickly cut out Nichole's words that he could have guessed easily. Because Nichole's mainstay is not far from the child in his birth.

...~To be continuous.... ...