Wedding Climb
Sticky

Theron was holding Rhea warmly, he was walking about to enter the house. It was a time-consuming trip at the Pedestrian Hose. Theron looked at Rhea's tired face. He clutched tightly to his wife, promising in his mind would take care of her. As much as possible staring makes Rhea comfortable. If he makes his wife hurt isn't he no different than his father who treats his mother like a worthless jewel.

The dezing!!

A noiseless bullet shot past Theron almost hitting his face fortunately Theron nimbly dodged. He glanced at the source of the bullet fired at him earlier, looking as if someone was pointing his rifle at him. Theron looked at him intently no matter, he stepped back inside the house. Just like getting used to this kind of situation.

Yes, now is not the right time to take care of her, in her arms Rhea was sleeping soundly. There's no way she's waking Rhea up and freaking her out with a stressful situation.

If he shoots a bullet at Theron who is at home means he has managed to outwit his two snipers or maybe do a tactic until his two snipers are unaware of his presence an intruder.

Theron climbed up the stairs staring at Rhea who had apparently awoken staring at him with a wrinkled forehead.

"Sleep again?" theron sounded telling.

Rhea lay face down in Theron's arms, her fingers clutching Theron's clothes. He tried not to look afraid, apparently Rhea had woken up when the car stopped in the house. But because Theron suddenly snuggled her up she kept her eyes closed not opening it, she was afraid that if she woke up making the atmosphere awkward. But who would have thought the bullets that shot surprised Rhea woke her from pretending to be asleep.

Theron brought Rhea into his room, placed her quietly onto the bed. Theron was about to come out leaving Rhea but his hand was held tightly.

"where are you going?" rhea's face looked anxious. She realized the current condition was a bit precarious, someone seemed to be planning her husband's murder. Although she hated her husband a little, she did not want to lose him either.

Theron gently rubbed Rhea's hand that was holding her tightly, she tried to gently remove Rhea's grip "i want to get some wind for a while!!" hatchlings.

Rhea shook her head tightly hugging Theron's arm "this time I ask you to accompany me here" Rhea said.

"Hey, never once have you asked for something like this what's wrong?" Theron stared inside Rhea trying to find the meaning of Rhea's words. He could never understand his wife.

"Maybe this includes cravings ha. ha.." Rhea threw away a chuckling face with a laugh that sounded forced to clear the lies detected here.

Rhea gulped glanced at her stomach "I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry I used you. I'm just a little worried about your father why if you go out of the house who else will protect you later, I don't have anyone" Benak Rhea was busy grumbling at him, I don't know why today the atmosphere feels a little gripping. A feeling of fear and fear enveloped him, I don't know what was going to happen in the future.

Without giving in, she complied with Rhea's words to accompany her "I'm not going anywhere so let go of your grip!!" pinta Theron's.

Rhea flinched increasingly tightly holding Theron's arm. Afraid that Theron will go out and deal with something dangerous.

Theron sighed softly "do you want to go to the bathroom?" Theron grinned.

"uh?!" Rhea looked at Theron questioningly, she examined Theron's words after he quickly let go of his grip.

"No!!" said loudly.

"No!!" Rhea threw her pillow at Theron.

Theron with a happy face managed to tease Rhea who always bent her face with a trembling body. Theron rushed into the bathroom.

Rhea bowed her face red. He wiped his face embarrassed "what the fuck did he say like that?!" Rhea strongly refused that she was interested in her husband.

The atmosphere became silent, occasionally a tap with water dropped, the noise of Theron rubbing his body with soap.

In silence and into solitude reminds Rhea of her wretched times in life. Rhea closed her eyes slowly trying to forcefully block the memory that continued to haunt her.

Laughter today does not want him damaged by remembering events that are not wearing. The interlude of memories that he was trying to plant in, appearing with his own damaged his mood. Rhea came down from her bed she took the pillow she threw towards Theron earlier.

Chequek!!

Theron's open door was right in front of Rhea who was sitting squatting with a pillow in her handle.

Rhea looked up to find Theron who only wore a short towel that covered the bottom, a clear field chest and a six pack stomach that was so comforting. Theron was busy rubbing her wet hair.

Rhea hurried up from her sitting about to return to her bed, she averted her gaze.

Theron only realized that Rhea was in front of him preparing to escape. Theron dropped the towel she was wearing to rub the hair onto the floor, she quickly grabbed Rhea's hand "why run?" the whisper pulls Rhea quickly into her arms. Water dripped from Theron's ends about Rhea, Theron's clutching hands feeling cold probably because she had just finished a shower.

"ah, I'm just taking this" Rhea wavered, hurriedly pointing the pillow in her arms at Theron.

"really?!" she said in a tone of disbelief, she hugged Rhea the tighter "I think you intend to go into the bathroom, if you want to take a bath together I can go in with you and go back to the bath, it doesn't matter to me" Theron said he slowly nibbled on Rhea's earlobes.

The pillow in Rhea's grip fell down, all over Rhea's body it felt sculpting. He was scared by Theron.

"I'm just kidding, if you don't want me to not force it" she said, but did not remove Rhea from her arms.

Rhea's tears filled her eyes, she was busy playing her fingers. In the mind as a wife does this kind of thing include her duties?.

Rhea pushed Theron slowly "You're quick on clothes" she told him.

Rhea's encouragement did not make Theron move so slowly, like it was not felt. They struggle with each other, where Theron does not want to take off his crib and Rhea wants Theron to rush to change clothes. Busy struggling to make Theron did not realize the towel that was coiled around his waist sagging down to the floor.

Rhea looked up at the towel on the floor, "Theron, is that your towel?" point her towards the towel lying on the floor.