The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 51

Dayana Berlusconi

-Donovan was a very naughty child, I can't forget the day one of my calves chased him all over the farm while shouting that he wanted to eat it, help, I can't help but laugh while my husband smiles at the story of his childhood moments. The worst thing of all was seeing Henry's terrified face. He couldn't believe what he saw and ran out to help the boy-he says this last bit melancholy. "Those were very good times," Donovan announces, letting out a sigh.

-Tell me about yourselves? Because I hate reading gossip magazines.

"We're on our honeymoon at my cabin, we're stopping by to have breakfast and say hello, you know I can't come to Amsterdam without stopping by here," he murmurs. I also come to give you the news that I will be a father," Sergio smiles and applauds. "But what a wonderful surprise," he says. This deserves a celebration, he communicates - I invite you to come to my humble residence, Ezequiel will be happy to see you, - it is worth mentioning that Donovan's uncle is a gay man and I assume that the aforementioned is her husband.

"Delighted, but I have to ask my wife," they look at me.

"God, of course," they smile.

After breakfast we said goodbye, agreeing to go to his house tonight, Donovan takes me shopping and most of the things I bought were maternity dresses, you can imagine how I will look with my belly and I still bought clothes for him, I got several panties and my scoundrel husband almost ended up having s*x with me in one of the store's dressing rooms.

The knowing laughter when leaving could not be missed, he took me to eat ice cream and we sat in a square to eat it, my gaze went to a mother playing with her children while the father arrives with balloons for them, I could not help but imagine myself and Donovan in that situation and I think he also imagined the same thing because he looked at me with a very beautiful smile.

In the evening we made the visit we promised where I met Ezequiel who is a man the same age as Sergio, the happiness of both of us is evident when seeing Donovan and they wish me a happy pregnancy, they promise me that they will visit us after the birth to leave your gifts. They do not have children, they have never been interested in having them, but according to my husband's uncle, the interest died when he saw the derogatory comments they have towards families with two dads and two moms, they do not want to have to bear the weight of the bullying that these would receive..

That certainly seemed very sad to me, since inhibiting oneself from being happy just because a group of people with a lack of empathy dare to educate their children in a bad way so that they make fun of others just for having different parents. I silently promise myself that I will educate my little one so that he knows that there are different types of families and that they are no less.

We as a person must give them the opportunity to be happy, it is not necessary to contribute to their cause, you do not have to support them, since they do not need your support or approval.

They only seek something that every human being deserves, respect.

(...)

The days of our honeymoon pass as expected, outings to town, excursions, photos for the album we plan to create, Donovan being cute and making love to me at any time of the day, it is quite pleasant to see him seduce me until he makes me succumb to his charms. Something that seemed strange to me, but gratifying, was not seeing that girl hanging around the cabin, but she did not say goodbye to her, she only requested that she not return until they left.
Deyene Berlusconi

-Donoven is a very naughty boy, I can't forget the day one of my calves chased him all over the place while he screamed that he wanted to eat him, help, he can't help but twitch while my husband smiles while I tell him his story. his childhood moments. The worst thing of all was seeing Henry's face of terror, he couldn't believe what he saw and he ran and helped the boy, -this last thing is said by something melencholic.

"They were very good times," Donoven said, letting out a sigh.

-Tell me about yourselves? Because I hate reading you cover them with gossip.

"Let's have a honeymoon in my cebeñe, let's weigh each other and have breakfast and relax, and you know I can't come to Amsterdam without weighing here," I murmured. I'm also coming to tell you that I'll be a stoner," Sergio smiles and cheers.

"But let Merevillo be surprised," he blurted out. "This deserves a celebration," he said. "I invite you to come to my humble residence, Ezequiel will be happy to see you," it should be mentioned that Donoven's uncle is a cool man and I assume that the man mentioned is her husband.

"Lighten up, but I have to ask my wife," they look at me.

"God, clergy yes," they smile.

After breakfast we said goodbye, agreeing to go tonight for his break, Donoven took me shopping and most of the things I bought were dressed in emberez, and I imagine how I will look with my penze and I bought clothes for him, I got some clothes and my shameless husband ended up having s*x with me in one of the store's dressing rooms.

The selir's accomplices couldn't feel it, he took me to eat ice cream and we sat on a floor and eat it, my friend was this mother playing with her children while dad arrived with balloons for them, I couldn't help but imagine myself and Donoven in that situation and I think he also imagined the same thing because he gave me a look with a very beautiful smile.

That night we made the visit we promised where I met Ezequiel who is a man of the same age as Sergio, we can see how happy they are to see Donoven and they wish me a happy start, they promise to visit us after the birth. leave your gifts. They do not have children, I have never been interested in having them, but according to my husband's uncle, the interest died when he saw the derogatory comments that the families of two parents and two moms have towards them, they do not want to have to deal with the weight of the bullying that these would receive..

That certainly struck me as very sad, and that is to refrain from being happy just because a group of people with a feeling of emptiness dare to educate their children about mele mere and make fun of others just for having different stones. I silently promise myself that I will educate my little one to know that there are different types of femilies and that that doesn't make them less.

We must as a person give them the opportunity to be happy, it is not necessary to contribute to their success, you do not have to support them, and they do not need your support or approval.

Just look for something that every human being deserves, respect.

(...)

The days of our honey moon pass as expected, visiting the town, excursions, photos for the album that we think to believe, Donoven being cute and making me fall in love at any time of the day, it is great to see him seduce me and make me succumb to his accents. Something that seemed strange to me, but gratifying, was not seeing that rondendo in him, but I didn't say goodbye, I only requested that he not come back until they were gone.

"Donovan," I murmur, his hand resting on my waist while the entire room is dark. Donovan," I stir.

-Are you OK? Is something wrong with the baby? -His voice comes out sleepily.

"Sorry, I didn't want to wake you," I whisper, I turn and snuggle into his chest, he stirs and turns on the lamp.

-What's going on?

-I'm just hungry-I feel ashamed, but I won't be able to sleep.

"It's two in the morning," she announces. "Cravings?" -She questions.

"I don't know, but I'm very hungry," she replied.

"Come, let's go to the kitchen," she gets up, puts on her sweatpants and I choose to cover myself with her shirt.

Donovan holds my hand and we walk through the hallways illuminated with small lamps on the floor, his heavy steps are the only thing that can be heard and upon entering the kitchen he turns on the lights.

>>Shall I prepare toast and milk chocolate for you? -She questions, I nod as I sit on the stool. My husband takes out what he will use and gets going, I get down from where I am to go to the refrigerator and take out a jar of strawberry ice cream-What are you doing? -I turn to look at him and he grimaces-. "None of that at this hour," he reproaches.

-That?

"You're not eating ice cream at this hour," I raise my eyebrows.

"Don't even dream that you would avoid it," I walk to where the utensils are and he took a spoon, I walk to the counter and sit down again.

-That's not good for the baby.

"But the baby wants me to give me several bites of this," I announce.

She took off the lid and took a spoonful of the ice cream, sighed and dipped the spoon to scoop out a portion and lift it up.

>>Come on now, he makes a face to place himself between my legs, I stretch the spoon to his mouth and he takes it-Very delicious, right? -She eats it.

-It is, but I still continue with the idea... ah... -he looks at me-What are you doing? -He questions, it turns out that he smeared his left pectoral with the ice cream.

"Shh..." I put my mouth over there and lick the ice cream. "Very good," he announced.

"That's not done," he reproaches.

-You do not like me? -He questioned innocently.

"I imagined what it would be like if you put it somewhere else and then lick it that same way," she announces sincerely.

"Husband, but he has a very perverse mind," she raises her shoulders, dismissing him.

"You know you've created a monster," she gets out of my legs to finish what he's doing, like everything and then we go back to the room.

"Thank you for feeding me," I hear him laugh, he presses me against his body.

"It's a very pleasant thing to be able to feed my wife and son, it gives me great pleasure to do so," he murmurs.

"I love you," he reminds her.

"I know and I love you," she puts her hand on my belly, I place mine on hers and that's how I fall asleep.

(...)

We return to California and we never expected to be greeted by paparazzi upon entering the building, Donovan covers me with his body as we pass through them, I feel suffocated and overwhelmed, I sigh as we enter the reception and we walk towards the elevator to go up to our floor. My husband surprises me by picking me up before walking through the door, just like he did in Amsterdam, and in the living room he leaves me sitting on the couch.

"Welcome to our temporary home," she announces, for now we will stay in her apartment until house nine is designed and redecorated as we wish, I sigh and take off my sandals to put my feet up on the couch. See you later," I grimace.

"I thought you would rest," she denies.

"You know we're back because they called a meeting, I can't miss it and you can stay and rest, shower and sleep for a while," she says, she bends down and places a kiss on my lips. See you later darling," I pout.

"See you later," she leaves and I'm left alone in the apartment, I fall asleep on the couch and wake up from knocks on the door, I stretch and leave with pain in my lower back. "Asher," I'm surprised to see the boy.

"They told me you had arrived," he murmurs, obviously embarrassed. "I know Donovan isn't here and I'd like to know if you'll come with me to the mall," he plays with his fingers. I need your opinion on a gift for Alexandro, maybe you know him more than I do... "In that, you're wrong," I announce. We haven't talked much, but I can accompany you," he smiles.

-Thank you.

"I'll take a bath and I'll accompany you," I invite him to get comfortable, I go to the room where the suitcases are in the corner, the employees are supposed to arrive tomorrow and will take care of that.

After I shower, we go out and for the first time I drive my car, it is comfortable and before leaving I manage to see how the security got into the jeep to follow me closely, I drive to the shopping center letting Asher play the music and he has very good musical taste. (...)

We go through several squares and the boy manages to get the perfect gift among other tics that I gave him, inciting him to buy men's lingerie. I thought it was funny the surprised face he made when I mentioned such things and his blushing cheeks when he saw the clothes, I hope Alexandro Thank me later because those underwear I got you are divine.

"Alexandro is a good man," I announce while we eat ice cream. I think I'm addicted to strawberry ice cream now, not just in this, since I also like to eat lots of it.

"It's something I don't doubt," he murmurs with a smile. "How was the pregnancy?" -She questions.

-No serious discomfort, but it has given me an addiction to strawberries and I want to apply it to everything, he laughs

-My mother makes some very good jellies, my mouth is watering.

"I hope you can help me get a bottle," she nods, my phone rings and I take it out to see that it's Donovan. Give me a minute," I get up to walk several meters away from Asher. "Hello husband," I greet.

"They told me you were out," I roll my eyes.

"I did, but I came with Asher," he announced.

"It's not a bad thing, I hope you have fun and buy a lot of things," he comments, I know he's smiling.

-Well, dear husband, I tell you that if you used the account you gave me to buy some nice toys that I intend to use with you, I announce.

-Oh really? -She questions.

-Very ens...

-Dayana, be careful!