Second Marriage: My Strongest Bodyguard

Dean heaved a sigh of relief as he bent down beside Bryana's belly. He had just passed the peek of pleasure and spilled the liquid of his love into his wife's belly.

"Thank you," Bryana whispered, stroking Dean's hair. She lay gasping for air and looked down at her husband who looked a little exhausted.

Dean shifted his position next to Bryana, then pulled the blanket to cover their naked bodies up to their chests. "I should be the one thanking you for serving me when I'm pregnant like this."

"I'm fine, I'm comfortable because I was just lying down earlier." Bryana touched Dean's lips which were slightly swollen with her tilted body position.

"Hopefully he'll be okay," Dean said as he touched Bryana's belly from under the thick plain white blanket.

"He'll be fine, maybe just feel like ... Like a small earthquake," Bryana said with an amused smile.

"Oh yes, the earthquake caused by wild mommy hahaha ...." Dean laughed and pinched Bryana's nose in exasperation.

"How can it not be wild if this hot daddy is so tempting? After all, we haven't made love in a long time."

"Even after giving birth, we will not do it longer," said Dean, turning to stare at the ceiling.

"I will be busy taking care of our baby, it will distract us, not just thinking about making love again and again," Bryana said, playing her fingers on the top of Dean's small, dark brown chest.

Dean sighed, remembering that the gender of the baby Bryana was carrying was a boy. "Are you going to name our child 'Fin Blair Ferdinand Jackson'?" he asked.

"Of course. That's the right name for him because he's your son," Bryana replied.

Dean changed his position to be sideways facing Bryana using his right arm as a support for his head. He looked at his beautiful wife intensely, then rubbed her cheek with the fingers of his left hand gently.

"By the way, I used that name when I was trying to forget my identity," he said, remembering talking to Niko when he woke up in the morning sickness from being beaten by thugs.

"Really?" Bryana looked surprised.

Dean nodded and started talking. "I lived with two young men who helped me when I gave myself up to be beaten by thugs. I was sick after that, they took care of me selflessly until one of them got injured while having a kick-boxing match one week away. He's in danger of not being able to propose to his pregnant girlfriend if he can't earn money from the match."

"Then what happens when he can't compete anymore?" Bryana asked.

"I'm the one competing," Dean replied.

Bryana stared, "really?"

dean nodded and said, "I've only been recovering for a while, training and doing that match."

"Did you win?" Bryan asked.

"Almost lost, but I always remember James's face when he saw my opponent, remember you all got back up and beat my opponent so that the young man got money to propose and marry his girlfriend," Dean explained, looking at Bryana who looked amazed at him.

"But after that, I got sick, even bad enough to be treated."

"So you get sick when you're not with me?" Bryana looked at Dean pityingly, even her hand brushed her husband's cheek gently. "Why don't you just go back? I can take care of you, and I wouldn't be so stressed without you either."

Dean sighed, then turned his face to stare at the ceiling. "I feel like I'm not ready to go back yet. I can't forget what happened to your father in the past. But after I recovered, the young man who helped me made me realize and understand that I should return because life goes on."

Bryana continues to be an avid listener.

dean looked back at Bryana intensely and touched her lips. "And I realized that the most important thing in my life is you. You and our kids are my future. So I decided to come back."

Bryana sighed, then leaned forward to kiss Dean's cheek. "Thanks for coming back for me. But I beg you, give dad a chance to apologize, to make things right. He's not telling you the truth because he doesn't want us to be apart."

"I don't know. I'm still very disappointed." dean got out of bed and put his pants back on, then walked into the bathroom saying. "I will take a bath."

Bryana exhaled roughly, glancing at Dean who was walking towards the bathroom through the walk-in closet. she did not expect, even though she had returned, it turned out that her husband was still in a state of disappointment, maybe even hated her father. 'I will coax him slowly,' she thought.

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in another place, to be precise in a park not far from Bryana's house, Raymond and Monica even sat relaxed on a red metal chair while eating ice cream. they looked very relaxed while gazing at the sight of beautiful flowers that were planted so neatly, the grass was evenly and neatly so that many kids were wrestling with their friends or relatives on the grass.

"It's cold in here. I often invite Bryana here when she is sad because remember Dean," Monica muttered as she mashed the strawberry-flavored ice cream she was eating with a small spoon.

"Did she bother you?" Raymond asked.

"No, but I was too worried when she suddenly fell silent like a daze. That's why I have to be fussy, often talk to her so don't feel too sad about fate," Monica explained while continuing to eat ice cream.

"I'm so sorry, and it's all because of me," Raymond mumbled again with guilt.

"Don't worry too much about it, the important thing is that Dean is back," Monica exclaimed.

Raymond sighed, then lay down and used Monica's thighs to support his head. he squinted at the glare, then turned to look at Monica's still flat belly.

"I haven't told dad about your pregnancy," he said.

"Just tell him after you've made up with Dean," said Monica, who had finished eating ice cream. She refreshed Raymond's hair which was a bit long and wavy, even his beard was thick. "We should go to the barbershop before shopping at the mini-market."

"I'm not in the mood for shaving, it's cooler this way," Raymond said, brushing his hair.

"But this is not neat, even this beard is very thick, you look old before your time," said Monica with a look of dislike at Raymond. She remembered Dean who was also long and had a thick beard. "Men if they are far from their wives, why are they lazy to take care of themselves?"

"For fear of being teased by other girls." Raymond smiled at Monica.

"Not teasing, but teasing. Or maybe you like playing with other women while I'm here?" Monica looked at Raymond in horror.

Raymond chuckled in his baritone voice, then reached out his hand, pinching Monica's cheek. "Don't have a bad belief, I rarely even take a break because the company is a mess without a das and there are other problems. I don't have time to play dirty."

"If you had the chance, would you flirt with other women?" Monica asked curtly.

"Of course not," replied Raymond then sat up and looked at Monica who suddenly became angry. "Don't be mad, I won't have mistresses or find other gratifications."

"Then, what do you do when you suddenly lust?" asked Monica.

"Play alone until satisfied, then sleep," Raymond replied sadly.

Monica suddenly felt sorry and touched Raymond's pants right in the middle of his body. "What a pity."

"Then don't leave me again," Raymond shouted in a spoiled tone, resting his chin on Monica's shoulder.

"No, I also feel heavy when I'm away from you," said Monica.

"After Dean and dad's problems were over, Gustave was caught. I want to go to Switzerland to an inn when we have our honeymoon. I miss the calm atmosphere there," said Raymond.

"That's impossible," said Monica.

Raymond frowned and asked, "why?"

"We have to wait for our nephew to be born. Soon, maybe a month," said Monica and then got up from the chair. "We'd better go to the barbershop now before it gets dark and I'm going to sleep," he cried.

"Okay then, I'll shave to make you happy," Raymond said as he stood up.. He immediately grabbed Monica's hand, leading her to walk towards the parking lot which was located about 50 meters from where she was standing now.