Chapter 119: Cooking breakfast for him

Chapter 119: Cooking breakfast for him
Parker was in the bathroom, using his hands to take care of himself for a while; images of his passionate relationship with Kinga kept appearing in his mind.

Kinga's white, slender, and alluring body when she took off her clothes, her smooth, rosy skin when she was in heat for him, her face and expression when she was immersed in desire, her soft moans when he forcibly possessed her were so alluring... The more he thought about it, the more he felt like there was a fire burning in his heart. Waiting until this fire finally passed, he finished, walked out of the bathroom, and returned to bed.

A while later, when he returned, Kinga on the bed had already fallen asleep.

Her weak breathing made Parker feel reluctant; he was careful not to make a loud noise, avoiding waking his wife.

He gently lifted the blanket and crawled closer to her. Kinga instinctively turned over, then unconsciously hugged the large warm lump beside her, sleeping even more soundly. Parker was suddenly hugged tightly by her, smiling sweetly and contentedly, holding her tightly in his arms, breathing a sigh of relief, only feeling that tonight was truly extremely peaceful.

The next morning.

When Parker woke up, the place beside him was empty.

Last night, holding Kinga in his arms, listening to her steady breathing, feeling the familiar warmth and temperature on her body, Parker only felt extremely peaceful and safe in his heart, sleeping very well, not even knowing when his wife had gotten out of bed.

He gently rubbed his eyes and stood up, taking a deep breath, feeling the morning sunlight shining in through the crack in the door.

"Kinga," Parker called out, "Wife, where are you?"

"What's the matter?" Kinga's clear voice echoed from the half-closed door.

Knowing that Kinga was outside the bedroom, Parker felt relieved.

He got out of bed, went to the bathroom, took out the suit he needed to wear today, hung it on the rack first, and just like that, he put on his pajamas and walked out of the bedroom, going down to the small room downstairs.

In the small room downstairs, their children were already awake, lying on the large sofa. Kinga seemed to be busy in the kitchen.

Parker walked over, picked up the two daughters, and kissed their chubby white cheeks.

Not long after, Kinga came out of the kitchen, saw Parker, smiled, and asked: "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Parker stared at Kinga: "You woke up early today?"

"Uhm," Kinga answered briefly.

He looked down, and the dog was eating the dog food that Kinga had prepared, then looked at his children.

He looked in front of him, his stomach empty.

His stomach suddenly growled twice, and Parker raised his head in embarrassment.

"Kinga, is there any food in the kitchen?"

Kinga looked up with interest, "There's nothing else. Are you hungry?"

"Um, I'm hungry."

Parker raised his head, his eyes lit up, "Aren't you going to cook breakfast for your husband?"

Kinga lowered her head to coax her son and daughter, pretending not to hear what Parker said.

After a while, she looked at Parker, who was sitting opposite her with a very bewildered expression.

He took out his phone, sighed, "Okay, I'll order takeout."

Kinga found it a little funny, pouted, snorted, then went to the kitchen, brought out a tray, and placed it in front of Parker.

"Order what? If you don't want to eat what I cooked, just order it."

Parker was suddenly surprised; his eyes lit up. On the tray in front of him was a plate of smoked meat, sandwiches, and fried eggs, along with a cup of hot milk.

Kinga had cooked breakfast for him.

Kinga herself went down to the kitchen to cook breakfast for him.

A good development.

Parker only felt like fireworks were flying up into the sky, exploding brightly, sparkling all over the sky. He raised his head to look at his wife, his face full of smiles, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing his white teeth and extremely charming buck teeth.

Kinga glared at him. "Humph, don't be so complacent."

Parker shook his head: "I'm not proud, just a little excited."

After speaking, he took out his phone to take a picture of the breakfast tray.

Kinga frowned: "It's still hot, eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold. Why are you taking pictures? Does the camera have a mouth?"

Parker didn't care; he took enough pictures before he was satisfied, put down the phone, he picked up a piece of smoked meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth: "I just want to save the memory, the whole process from the time we got married until today."

Parker handed the phone to Kinga, confidently opened it for her to see. "I didn't like taking pictures before, but later I really liked taking pictures of things related to you. Look, the gift you gave me, our children, when we slept in the same bed, and your sleeping face."

Kinga looked at the picture of her sleeping soundly; her posture was so ugly, so strange. In Parker's phone, she felt like she saw a ghost.

She angrily threw the phone back to Parker, scolding him: "This crazy guy. You are really..."

Parker carefully put away the phone, slowly finished his wonderful breakfast, then stood up, kissed Kinga on the forehead: "When I get home from work tonight, I will cook for you?"

Kinga tilted her head slightly, "Really?"
Parker nodded, "I have to help you too, I can't let you cook all the time, you are also busy and hardworking, I will learn to do the same as you, let's do the housework together?"

Kinga chuckled: "Then I have to wait for you to do it."

The couple chatted back and forth for a while, then packed up and left the house.

Outside, the warm sunlight spread across the clear blue sky.

The small family had taken shape, and a new life would begin from here.

Sunday.

Kinga and Parker decided to clean the house together and rearrange everything.