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Ch. 15 : One of Them

Mew's POV

Today's last activity is just finished. Phew~ It's been a long day. We get back to our room. This crazy boy is still here. His eyes are fixed on my baby. I chuckle. How can someone be so shameless like him? If not because my baby asked me to stay calm during this event, I would have given him some lessons!

"Phi, which tee you want to use?", Gulf's voice distracts my thought.

"You can choose it for me, baby..."

"Okay!", he takes out a couple set of tees and pants.

"You can use the black one, phi. It's bigger..."

"Thank you, baby!", I ruffle his hair.

"Ahem! Nong Gulf, can I borrow your shirt too? I run out of clean clothes...", I roll my eyes.

"No, you can't."

"Aow! Why?", he says with that fake sad face.

"MY HUBBY won't be able to sleep if he sleeps with dirty clothes.", I swallow my laugh.

"Baby, let's take a bath! It's late already. I don't want you getting sick..."

"Let's go!", he pulls me to bathroom.

Click!

Once I lock the door, he sighs in relief. His face is red. I think he is holding his emotion all this time. I pat his head.

"You're doing great, baby!"

"Gosh! I don't understand with his mind! I think he needs to visit psychiatrist like that gir-", he suddenly covers his mouth.

That gir? Girl? Who did he talk about? His face is telling me that he doesn't want me to know about it. But, why? Is it because she is someone I know?

"Who are you talking about, baby?", he bites his bottom lips.

"Hmmm... She... She...", I stroke his hair.

"It's okay if you can't tell me now. But, don't hide it too long, okay? I don't want something like yesterday happen again...", he nods.

"Thank you for understanding me, phi. I promise, I will tell you soon!"

"That's my good boy!"

It doesn't take us long to finish. After fifteen minutes, we come out from bathroom. I don't know when he cleaned himself, but when we are back, he already wears clean clothes. I shrug. I don't care about it anyway. I bring my baby to his bed. My arm slides under his neck. I wrap him closer to me and tap his back. In no time, I already heard soft snore from him. 

"Good night, baby...", I peck his temple.

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"Morning, nong Gulf, my cutie pie!"

I frown as this sentence gets into my ear. Is it a dream? Who dare to call my baby like that? I slowly open my eyes. Even it's still blurry, I can see my boy is standing next to our bed. Geez... That silly boy hasn't given up yet apparently. No problem! I smirk. I will teach you a lesson today. I will show you that Gulf Kanawut is MY BABY ONLY!

"Baby, where are you going, hm?", I pout while opening my arms.

He climbs up the bed again and cuddles me like a baby. His hands are wrapping me. He slowly strokes my back.