Married at 19 novel Chapter 75

　　"Uncle!!!" I heard a kid voice entered my bedroom as I was still sleeping. "Uncle.....uncle, wake up...." My bed was shaking right now as someone was jumping on it continuously.

　　I laughed. "H-hey....stop it...." I sat back on the bed while rubbing my eyes. "I'm all awake, Danish." He then jumped into my hug as I was extending my both hands towards him.

　　"I miss you uncle....."he said to me while his small hands wrapping around my neck.

　　I smiled. "I miss you too, son."

　　"Son?" He's cute face is now facing me.

　　I nodded. "Yeah...son..."

　　He giggled. "Do you want to be my daddy, uncle?"

　　I pretended to think for a while to tease my cute son. "Ummm......"

　　He jumps in place, "Uncle!!" And his voice sounded like he was about to cry.

　　"Nathan!!!" Bella suddenly appeared at the door when heard Danish's voice. "Are you okay?" She seems a bit worried.

　　I grinned. "Yeah....I'm fine."

　　"I thought that Danish disturbed you," she walked closer to me and Danish and then sat on the right side of the bed.

　　I rubbed my son's messy blond hair. "No, he's not...."

　　"Mommy...." Danish went into Bella's hug. "Can uncle be my daddy?? Pwease....."

　　Man, he's cute, like his mother.

　　Bella giggled a bit. "Of course he can be your daddy, my baby." She kissed Danish's forehead.

　　"Weally?" He looks so excited after hearing her.

　　"Yes, dear. He's your daddy.... I mean, your real daddy that you always want to meet, Nathan Harrison."

　　His blue eyes are now looking back at me again. "B-but....b-but....mommy said he went far away from us?"

　　This cute boy is so confused, isn't he?

　　I smiled. "Hey...buddy...come here." I pat my left lap twice so he could come to sit on it.

　　Well....he's totally my clone when he is grinning like that.

　　"Daddy is here.....with you *touch his nose* and with mommy... *look at his mother*....I'm back to take care both of you." Bella sat closer to us, then rest her head on my shoulder.

　　"Weally?" Danish asked me with a cute expression.

　　"Weally...." I kissed on his forehead.

　　"Yeayyy....I have a daddy now." He cheered happily. "Mommy.....mommy......"

　　"Yes...my dear," Bella slid his messy hair a bit from entering his eyes.

　　"I have a daddy...*giggles*....I can't wait to tell my friends."

　　"Woahh.....woahh....calm down, buddy." I quickly stopped him from jumping on the bed again.

　　He grinned. "Sorry daddy..."

　　"Okay boys.... now, please take a shower. You both stink."

　　Danish and I gave each other looks, then shook our heads as we didn't agree with her suggestion.

　　"Now go, boys....!" Bella was now giving us a glare that made both of us swallow hard at the same time.

　　"Y-yes...mommy."

　　"Y-yes baby."

　　We said those words at the same time that mad Bella giggled a bit.

　　Man...I missed her giggles so much.

　　"Wait for mommy in the bedroom, okay Danish?" Bella asked our son.

　　"Okay, mommy." He obeyed her.

　　"So, for you Nathan..." she gently pinched the both of my cheeks. "

　　"Awwww....." I cringed in pain. "That's hurt."

　　"Do you need my help to get to the bathroom?"

　　"Ummm......" I took a glance at my injured right foot. "I think so."

　　"Okay....come on." She extends her hand towards me with a smile curved on her lips.

　　Thank you for waiting for me, Bella.

　　《Sara》

　　Where is he?

　　"Grayson..... did you find him?" I asked my best friend as I saw him in the hospital lobby.

　　"Nope, I didn't see him." He replied. "I'm sorry, Sara"

　　Why did Martin run away from the hospital?

　　Grayson gently patted my shoulder. "Don't worry, he'll be fine." He gave me a warm smile. "Maybe he wants to rest his mind for a while after the accident...."

　　"Maybe...." I nodded. "B-but....why didn't he tell me or you, Grayson. He's your best friend, right?"

　　I saw him shrug a bit. "Well....I don't know. He must be has his own reasons why he didn't tell us."

　　"Gosh....where is he?" I sighed heavily. "I'm so worried about him."

　　"Come on, Sara. He's not a child anymore. Don't worry too much about him. Trust me, he'll be fine."

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