Dangerous connection (Freenbecky)

Chapter 40 :

The mornings and nights at the mansion had become a delightful mix of chaos, love, and the sweet new ritual Freen had started. Every day, without fail, he would talk to the twins in Becky's belly, his tone full of affection and wonder.

It started early one morning when Becky was still in bed, trying to catch a few extra minutes of sleep. Freen leaned over her, pressing his lips gently against her round belly.

"Good morning, my little bunnies," Freen whispered, his voice soft but playful.

Becky stirred, cracking open one eye. "Babe, what are you doing?" she mumbled sleepily.

"Talking to our babies," Freen said, grinning. "Go back to sleep, Princess."

He turned his attention back to her stomach, placing his hands on either side. "So, what's the plan today, little ones? Are you going to make Mommy crave something weird again? Or are you going to let her relax?"

Becky giggled, covering her face with a pillow. "You're so silly, Bunny."

Freen ignored her teasing, pressing another kiss to her belly. "I love you both already. But remember, you have to behave and not kick Mommy too much, okay?"

As if on cue, Becky felt a gentle kick. She gasped and looked at Freen, who immediately lit up.

"Was that them?!" he asked excitedly.

"Yes," Becky said with a laugh. "I think they're answering you."

Freen's face broke into a proud smile, and he leaned closer. "That's my babies. Keep kicking to show Daddy you're strong!"

One evening, Freen and Becky sat on the couch, snuggled together while watching a movie. Freen had one hand resting protectively on Becky's belly.

"You know, Princess," Freen said suddenly, "I think I should start giving the babies life advice."

"Life advice?" Becky asked, amused.

"Yes. They need to know how to be strong, smart, and brave—like their daddy," Freen said, puffing out his chest playfully.

Becky rolled her eyes. "Bunny, they're babies. They probably just want to hear your voice."

Ignoring her, Freen leaned closer to her belly. "Listen up, little ones. Rule number one: Always protect your mommy. She's the most important person in the world."

Becky's heart melted as she watched him.

"Rule number two: Don't ever let anyone bully you. And rule number three—"

Nam walked in at that moment, holding a bag of snacks. "Let me guess, Freen. Rule number three is to eat all your vegetables?"

"Exactly," Freen said, unfazed. "I want my kids to be healthy and strong."

Nam rolled her eyes. "Good luck with that. They'll probably take after Becky and crave sweets all day."

"Hey!" Becky protested, pouting.

Every night before bed, Freen insisted on singing to the babies. His voice wasn't perfect, but Becky thought it was the sweetest thing she'd ever heard.

One night, as Freen sang a lullaby softly, Becky burst out laughing.

"What's so funny, Princess?" Freen asked, feigning offense.

"You're singing off-key, Babe," Becky teased.

"Excuse me, but I think the babies love it," Freen said, pretending to be hurt.

Becky placed her hands on her belly. "Do you, little ones? Do you like Daddy's singing?"

She felt another soft kick, and Freen's eyes widened.

"See? They love it!" Freen said triumphantly. "I'm going to sing every night now."

Becky groaned playfully. "What have I done?"

One morning, Becky woke up with a strong craving for pancakes but decided to make it a challenge for Freen.

"Babe," she said sweetly, "the babies want pancakes."

"Pancakes? Easy!" Freen said, rolling up his sleeves.

"But," Becky added mischievously, "they want strawberry-shaped pancakes."

Freen froze. "Strawberry-shaped?!"

"Yes. And they want extra whipped cream," Becky added with a giggle.

Thirty minutes later, Freen emerged from the kitchen with a plate of very odd-looking pancakes. Becky burst out laughing.

"Babe, these don't look like strawberries at all!" she said, holding her stomach as she laughed.

"They're abstract strawberries," Freen said defensively, sitting beside her.

Becky kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Bunny. The babies love them anyway."

One day, Nam, Heng, Noey, Kade, and Irin came over to visit. Freen immediately started showing off his "baby-talking skills."

"Watch and learn," Freen said confidently, kneeling in front of Becky.

"Hello, my little bunnies," he cooed. "It's Daddy. Did you miss me?"

The group burst into laughter.

"Freen, you're so dramatic," Noey said, shaking her head.

"Hey, don't laugh," Freen shot back. "I'm bonding with my kids."

Becky blushed, smiling at her friends. "He's been like this every day. It's actually really sweet."

Heng nudged Nam. "Think we'll be like that when we have kids?"

Nam raised an eyebrow. "I'm not calling our kids 'bunnies,' if that's what you're asking."

The room erupted in laughter, and Becky felt a surge of happiness. She looked at Freen, who was still "talking" to their twins, and couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and joy he brought into their lives.

Their days were filled with laughter, love, and little moments of chaos, but through it all, Freen and Becky's bond grew stronger, and their excitement for the arrival of their twins only deepened.