It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

"Ah, how come he didn't come here today?" Keira asked when she saw Kia coming home alone.

These few days, Misha never missed trying to talk to Kia. Now that she was out of the house and back to work, there was no way they wouldn't meet out there, right?

"No, I kicked him out," Kia said in a tired voice, but a sweet smile still bloomed on her lips when she saw Mika. The little girl in question ran toward her cheerfully.

"Mommy!" Mika exclaimed while opening her arms wide, asking for a hug.

"Hello, honey, what have you been doing all day?" Kia asked and Mika started to explain what she had done all day animatedly, while Keira was dyeing her hair in front of the television.

"What color is that?" Kia asked, sitting next to Keira, while Mika sat on her lap.

"Red," answered Keira lightly. She then turned. "How about you dye your hair to improve your mood? Maybe you can feel better after that?" advised Keira.

"Does it have anything to do with it?" Kia glanced at the hair dye that Keira was using. This was not foreign to her because Keira really liked to change hairstyles, especially when her work stressed her out.

"Of course, this is a stress buster for me, you want to try?" Keira offered it again.

Kia looked at the mud-like lump and pondered for a while. "Can it really improve one's mood?" she asked skeptically. She wrinkled her nose when Keira brought her plastic gloved hand near her face and she could smell the pungent smell.

"Of course, you should try it too," said Keira excitedly. She then looked at Mika. "What if Mommy's hair color changes? You want to see?"

Mika, who heard that, nodded. She wanted to ask Keira to dye her hair too, but Kia would never allow it.

"Okay," Kia said at last, resigned. She needed a change of mood because feeling like this, she couldn't function properly and couldn't pay attention to Mika how she wanted to either.

With that, Keira dedicated an hour to coloring Kia's hair, while the latter remained silent, letting her friend do the work as she played with Mika.

The little girl had grown up healthy and was the sweetest child. She couldn't believe it was only a few months till her birthday.

"You only need to wait for two hours, after that, you can rinse it off," Keira said, giving instructions, while she cleaned up the mess she made.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, what color is this?" Kia suddenly remembered this important matter.

"Didn't you ask earlier?" Keira asked with wide eyes.

"Looks like I'm not focused earlier and didn't really hear your answer." Kia didn't even remember that she had asked the same thing earlier.

"It's red." Keira smirked.

"Red?" Kia looked tense when she heard that. "Red as in what?" she asked timidly. "Red you say?! Keira!" Kia almost cried because of it. "Red as in what?" she became horrified when Keira looked around them to show how red it would be.

"It's that red," said Keira, pointing to the bright red cover of a book and Kia almost had a heart attack when she saw this.

"How can you dye your hair that red?" Kia panicked, while Mika watched all of this in silence. "What if you have to leave the house?"

Keira shrugged nonchalantly. "I work remotely and even if I have to leave the house, it's no problem for me."

That was right, Keira wasn't a person who cared about other people's opinions and moreover, she spent most of her time in the apartment, so even if she wanted to dye her hair green, it wouldn't be a problem for her.

But, Kia was different.

"I think if you wash your hair now, the color won't be too dark," Keira suggested. Even if an hour had already passed, the color would not be as bright as the red color she displayed.

"Oh, I'm going to take a shower now." Kia kissed Mika's cheek briefly and left immediately.

"Want me to help?" Keira offered, but Kia just waved her off.

"No need, I think it will be fine." She couldn't blame Keira completely, because she did ask first and it was her who didn't notice this at all and made a mistake. "Ugh! I hope the color won't be too dark."

But, her hopes didn't come true, because the bright red color used by Keira had already permeated and because of the dark color of her hair, now her hair looked dark red.

"Wow! Mommy looks so pretty!" Mika exclaimed when she saw Kia's new hair, her eyes sparkled when she saw Kia's shoulder length hair.

"Is that true?" Kia asked skeptically, unexpectedly this red hair gave a different feel, but she didn't feel confident with her new hair. "But, I feel weird."

"Nothing unusual. That's really good, you should feel more confident." Keira walked over to Kia and combed her hair. "How do you feel about your new look?"

Kia looked at herself in the mirror and realized that what Keira said was also true. "Yeah, I think you're right, I feel much better."

"Thank God, the color is not as bright as mine," said Keira while chuckling, showing her bright red hair. "You will definitely choose not to leave the house at this rate."

Kia laughed too as she agreed with her. "Yeah, I guess so too."

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"I love your new hair color," said Misha when he saw Kia had just come home from her part time job. She saw Misha was in the living room together with Ben and Mika, it seemed they were working on a thousand piece puzzle that Misha bought for his daughter.

Why he bought such a complex toy for a three year old was still a mystery...

"What are you doing here?" Kia asked with a face that looked like she was going to scream, but she was too tired to do that.

Misha had been coming for the past few days and wanted to drive her to work, but Kia refused saying she didn't want him around her workplace.

Indeed, he did what she wanted, but he often came to the apartment to play with Mika.

And Kia no longer knew how to restrict him.

"Mommy! Let me see! Uncle bought you a very pretty dress!" Mika exclaimed while tugging Kia's hand.

Instantly, Kia knew what dress Mika was talking about, because Misha was desperate to take her to the Tordoff family party she didn't want to attend.

"Can we change the way she addresses me? I'm not her 'uncle'." Misha approached Kia and said in a dissatisfied tone, but Kia didn't respond and followed Mika to their room.

This might sound very petty and she shouldn't be like this, but she enjoyed every time Misha flinched when Mika called him 'uncle'.

However, Kia was quite appreciative of Misha's efforts not to correct the little girl without discussing this with her first, because this would confuse Mika.

Maybe later Kia would correct her, but maybe she wouldn't give Misha another chance to meet the two of them.

She herself didn't know it yet. Sometimes, Kia even felt that Misha wouldn't continue to be with the two of them for long. She felt Misha's figure would leave at any moment.

Therefore, before that happened, it would be better if she left first, wouldn't it?

"Look! It's a pretty dress, isn't it?" Mika exclaimed cheerfully. She showed her a dark red dress that looked almost black, which was on the bed. The dress looked very expensive and was neatly wrapped in plastic. "Mommy! It's beautiful isn't it?!"

Immediately, Kia turned and glared fiercely at Misha who was standing behind her, but the man tried to avoid her glare and chose to pay attention to Mika instead.

"What do you think about that dress? Do you like it? Do you think Mommy will look beautiful if she wears that dress?" he asked his daughter curiously.

"Of course!" Mika exclaimed excitedly. "Mommy is the prettiest!"

"How about you ask Mommy to try it?" Misha asked while lifting Mika's tiny body into his arms and bringing her closer to Kia.

Great. Now, he knew how to play tricks. He had actually changed his tactics to take advantage of Mika.

"Mommy, try on the clothes!" Mika exclaimed excitedly and she raised her hands to hug Misha's neck, which made the man smile happily. "Uncle bought that dress for Mommy."

When he heard the word 'uncle', the smile on Misha's face faded a little and his eyes became a little gloomy, which lifted Kia's mood a little.

"Okay, I'll try." Kia sighed in defeat, because she didn't want to disappoint Mika, but when the little girl didn't look, she threw a fierce glare at Misha. "What are you doing? I'll change clothes."

Kia frowned when she saw Misha sitting quietly in her room.

"Should I go out?" he asked in a slightly disappointed voice.

"Is that a question?" Kia said curtly and made Misha immediately leave the room, together with Mika in his arms.

"What is it?" Misha asked when he noticed that Mika was looking at him with those round eyes when they were about to walk back to the living room.

Mika then cupped Misha's face with her little hands and muttered. "It would be nice if you were my dad…" she said in a childish voice. "No one ever buys a nice dress for mommy."

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