My Badass Girl

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Freen looked at the watch on her wrist, which showed 6:40 PM. She whispered to her personal assistant if her meeting with the client would still take a long time.

"Is my meeting with her still going to take a long time?" whispered Freen.

"Yes, boss."

Freen nodded her head slowly. She interrupted her client's explanations with a calming voice.

"I will accept cooperation with you. I think this is the end of our discussion. I have to go now," Freen stood up from her seat but was held back by the client.

"Can we have dinner together first before you go back?"

"'Sorry, I can't. I need to go now. My wife is waiting for me at home," said Freen, but the client is still insisting on making Freen have dinner with her.

"Please don't force me," Freen pushed the client a little. She drove her car fast.

Arriving at home, she was given a sharp look by Becky, who was waiting for her at the main door with Ian. Becky's sharp gaze was terrifying to her.

"You are late. You broke your promise to me."

"I'm sorry, BB. I promise I..."

Becky interrupted Freen's conversation, "Don't make any more promises!" she said, raising her voice a little.

Freen kisses Becky's forehead, and Becky wipes away Freen's kiss in annoyance.

"Don't wipe it."

"It's my forehead. I can do anything with my forehead."

Freen pulls Becky by the waist.

"Let's talk in the bedroom. It's not good for us to be like this in front of Ian." Freen saw the look in Ian's eyes.

"Ian, go play with your toys in the living room. Daddy will put you to sleep later."

Ian ran to his toys.

Freen forcibly pulled Becky by the waist into their bedroom. "I'm sorry, BB. You can punish me, but don't be angry for too long." Becky still stands silent.

Freen held both of Becky's cheeks and kissed all over her face.

"I'm sorry, okay?" 

Becky nodded her head slowly. 
Freen's eyes saw a small box on the bed. She took it but didn't open it.

"Is this for me?" 

"Yes. You can open it now." 

"Uhh... okay." Freen opened it. She saw the line displayed on the pregnancy test and the ultrasound image. "This is not a prank, right?" 

Becky nodded her head. She hugged Freen's body.

"You will have a second child!" 

"Does Ian already know?," asked Freen.

"No. You are the first one. The second one will be Ian. After that, our family and friends."

Lan ran into Freen and Becky's room. 
Freen carried Lan.

"You're going to be a big brother." 

"Big brother?" 

"Yes." 

Freen told Becky to approach her. 

"Thank you, my badass girl." 

"Welcome." 

"Mommy, when will the baby come?"

"After nine months, my boy," said Freen. 

"Tomorrow?"

Becky giggled. "No, be patient, okay?"

"Where's the baby?"

Freen shook her head at Ian's question.

"The baby inside here," Freen touched Becky's stomach, which still looked flat to Ian.

"Mommy's tummy."

"Yes, boy."

"Ohh..." Ian pulled the pajamas up a little.

"Is the baby here?"

"My gosh! Whose son is this? He is so random," said Freen.

"My son," said Becky.

"My son too." Becky nodded her head.
She was starting to feel sleepy. Freen stroked her hair and laughed a little. "You better sleep. You have yawned a lot."

"I don't want to sleep now.Have you eaten yet?" 

"No." 

"Me too. I waited for you just now, but Ian has already eaten." 

"All right. You wait for me at the dining table, okay? Let's eat together.I will put Ian to sleep first. He has fallen asleep. Let him sleep with us tonight." 

Becky was pouting. "Shouldn't he sleep with us five times a week? I want to hug you when I sleep." 

"You can still hug me. I will put him beside me, not in the middle. You will always be number one for me," said Freen with a chuckle. 

Becky went to the dining table after kissing Ian's head. She also kissed Freen on the cheek.

"Okay, my Miss Hottie."
 
Becky sat at the counter near Freen, washing the dishes. She crossed her legs while watching Freen's back.

Freen turned around, her eyes fixed on Becky's face. Becky let out a smirk.

"Miss Hottie, do you want a French kiss or fresh milk before we go to sleep?" asked Becky. 

"Huh? Don't you know that I don't drink milk at night? Automatically, I will choose a French kiss." 

"Are you sure?" Becky unbuttoned Freen's top while teasing her. 

"Oh... we were talking about that fresh milk. What if I choose both? Do you want to give it to me?" asked Freen, smirking at her.

"Everything on my body is for you, Miss Hottie." 

"I know, my badass girl. We haven't played for a long time. Should we play first before bed?" 

"LOL. We had sex three days ago." 

"But it's still a long time for me." 

Becky shook her head. She suggested playing in the living room only.

"Why we should play in the living room if we can play in the kitchen?"

"Miss Hottie, I don't want to dirty my beloved kitchen."

"Okay, badass girl. No one can argue with you."

Becky just chuckled. She knew Freen would give up for her.