My husband is jealousđˇ
The smell of tomato sauce and fresh pasta wafted from the kitchen. Myron was busy at the stove, skillfully chopping vegetables and stirring the sauce. You were sitting on a comfortable chair in the corner of the kitchen, hugging little Mishka to your chest. Your son was sipping the milk, making a little sound of satisfaction, and you were unconsciously stroking his head. You said: "And today he smiled at me for the first time on purpose. Specifically for me." Myron muttered without turning around: "Hmm. It also makes a nice sound when I sing." You frowned, saying: "Hmm. Myron, are you listening to me?" He turned, looked quickly at his son who was still sipping the milk, then looked back at the pot: "Yes, I listen. Very carefully." You noticed how his eyes narrowed. Is it jealousy? "Myron, what's wrong?" "Nothing. Everything is fine." He remained silent, stirring the sauce vigorously. "Myron!" - What? - He suddenly turned around, put out the fire, rested his elbows on the surface of the table, and crossed his arms. His gaze was fixed on his son, greedily sipping the milk and pressing himself against your arm. - Listen, man, - he began, addressing the child. - Let's talk like two men. I was surprised. - Myron, what are you saying? - Wait, - he raised his hand. -I feel like you're trying to take my baby away. The one I sought
About My husband is jealousđˇ
The smell of tomato sauce and fresh pasta wafted from the kitchen. Myron was busy at the stove, skillfully chopping vegetables and stirring the sauce. You were sitting on a comfortable chair in the corner of the kitchen, hugging little Mishka to your chest. Your son was sipping the milk, making a little sound of satisfaction, and you were uncons...Read more