Genius Twins Belonged to Galak Ceo
Approaches

"Fearful? Afraid of who? Aunty is equally good," said Azalea trying to persuade the child out.

Out of annoyance, Alan forced the blanket. That, of course, made Azalea scream loudly. The baby looked startled, he rewinded his body while staring fearfully at Azalea and Alan.

"Boy!! Be patient! If you can't wait, you go home!" Azalea Kesal.

"She's a bitch, grieve me." Tweet Alan.

Azalea sighed softly, she sat on the edge of the gurney. Staring at the clingy baby who was the same age as him was staring at him with fear.

"Hi, can aunty hold her hand dear?" Azalea asked gently.

The baby said nothing, he just looked around. Because no response, Azalea ventured to hold the baby's hand.

"The ekhee!! ekhee!!" The baby pin began to cry, with the deft Azalea holding him. He gave her a warm hug to make the baby feel safe.

"Husstt it's okay, no one's gonna hurt you again. Don't cry, baby,"

Azalea stroked that narrow shoulder, she could feel how thin the child was. Azalea's tears trickled down, she looked at Alan who was also staring at her. His heart was very sick to see the heartbreaking condition of the baby he was carrying.

"Purchase her milk, for a second." Alan was saying goodbye, for some reason his heart moved to buy milk for the boy.

Shortly, Alan returned. He saw Azalea sitting on the bed holding the baby. Seen once, if the baby is calm in the arms of Azalea. He wasn't as scared as the first time he saw them.

"Have you returned yet?" Welcome Azalea.

Alan nodded, he hurried to put his groceries on the sofa table. He took out the things he bought. Like milk bottles, and formula milk. Not to forget, the warm water that he had to buy. Then, he brewed the milk into a bottle.

"Darling, how many spoons?" Alan asked, because he didn't know the milk.

"Four mas." Azalea Sahut.

Alan put four spoons of powdered milk in a bottle. Then, she poured warm water and stirred the milk. When he was ready, he gave it to Azalea.

"So I told the doctor that the baby was conscious, maybe it'll be here soon" Alan said.

"Hem, thank you, sir." Azalea said with a big smile.

Azalea brought the tip of the pacifier closer to the baby's lips, and the baby looked confused.

"Susu, don't you want milk hm? Come on, open his mouth," Azalea said.

Azalea slightly inserted the tip of the pacifier on the baby's lips, so the baby was slowly sucking it. Seeing the baby suck the milk with enthusiasm, making Azalea smile back.

Dert!!

Dert!!

Alan's phone rang, he picked it up when he found out Reagan was calling him.

"Hello, why?" Ask Alan straight to the point.

"Children no one wants to be in the mansion, on going to the house oma opanya all. This is what "Pekik Reagan does.

"Can't you?" Wonder Alan.

"Yes, I don't know! Whine all, let alone Caramel. He asked for a hold. Lan, I can't handle all three. I'll take it home, yeah." Persuade Reagan.

Alan glanced at his wife, Azalea was still busy watching the baby suck the milk. With a slow sigh, Alan said, "Yes, tomorrow morning take Caramel to the hospital. He has to drink breast milk" Alan said.

"Yes, tomorrow morning in between. I'd like to pick you up, beb" Reagan said gigglingly.

"Whoa beb? The duck?" Ask Alan plainly.

"Duck your ex! Been already! Hye!"

Tutt!!

"Well, how to fuck." Alan muttered.

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"Later to the room, your papa jewer well. Angryin him, we again sleep well even in wakein. Semprul is your father" Reagan told his nephew in his arms.

"Cuffles?" Caramel asked by looking at her.

"Yes, semprul. Wh who? Yes your father hahaha!!" Caramel smiled by showing off her teeth after Reagan said something she thought was funny.

Cklek!

Reagan entered the room that Alan meant without knocking on the door first. Just as he opened the door, he was faced with the sight of Azalea sleeping in a gurney hugging a baby. Reagan's gaze also turned to Alan who was asleep on the sofa with a slumber.

"Yahh, from earlier on the phone tell me to come here. Uh the guy's a molor." Reagan approached Alan, he gave Caramel over Alan's belly with a slight force.

"Aragh!" Shocked Alan.

"Nih, his son sir. Ask for milk, milikin gih." Get Reagan.

"Refault! Where there I have milk." Said Alan while sitting himself.

"Have! It just doesn't work hahahah!!"

Brugh!!

Alan hit hard on Reagan's thigh, causing Reagan to rush away. Alarmed, Alan hit him again. Reagan approached his brother. He looked at the baby who was in Azalea's arms with a frown.

"Whose son?" Reagan asked, pointing at the baby.

"Don't know, take it on the street," said Alan, who is now busy with his daughter.

Azalea who heard the noise woke up, as well as the baby in her arms. The two of them both opened their eyes, Azalea's smile bursting as she saw the baby in her arms staring at her.

"Lea."

"Eh? Bang Reagan?" Azalea strangled, only to realize Reagan's presence.

"Whose baby?" Reagan was very curious about the baby.

"I don't know, the story is long. Hold on, Lea's gonna make her some milk first." Azalea hurriedly moved, she clipped her hair and allowed her slightly messy clothes.

Deftly, Azalea made milk for the baby. Sometimes his eyes looked at his daughter who was waiting for him.

"Caramel wants nyusu well? Soon, well, mama made milk for my sister first," said Azalea gave understanding.

Why brother? Because Azalea didn't know exactly how old the baby was. So, Azalea considered if the age of the baby was above Caramel.

While Reagan, he looked at the sitting baby. The baby that Reagan looked at thus also felt afraid.

"What's your name?" Reagan asked flatly, as if he were talking to an adult.

"Abang! It's over there! Wash your face, il3rnya still tacky!" Azalea Tegur.

"Is she?!" Reagan hurried to the bathroom to clean his face. He even forgot if he had not washed his face after waking up earlier.

Azalea gave the baby a bottle of milk, lucky this time the baby understood. He picked up the bottle and threw himself down to find a comfortable position.

"No, I can't wait to ask for nyusu." Alan handed Caramel to his wife.

"Mrs ..maa!! nen!!' Caramel said impatiently.

"Yes, just a minute." Azalea took out her nutrients, so Caramel devoured them.

Azaleas who were breastfeeding Caramel were noticed by other babies. The baby's eyes blinked, he stared at his bottle of milk and the nutrients Caramel enjoyed alternately.

Realizing the baby's gaze, Azalea fell silent. Seeing his wife, Alan seemed to understand what was in Azalea's mind. Sure enough, Azalea looked at Alan with teary eyes.

"Mas, can I suckle him?"