Page 34 of Daddy King

Daddy smirks darkly.

“Orgasm denial.”

Epilogue

Leon

Eight Months Later.

If I was protective of my little Mina before, then I am overbearing right now.

I don’t let her pick up anything over five pounds, she has a maid escorting her wherever she goes, and she is restricted within our home and if she wants to go out then I will accompany her with more guards.

She must have one-hour feet rubs every day, she says they hurt because of how swollen she feels all the time and the baby bump on her stomach is big.

A man my size would certainly raise some questions as to how big the child will grow in her body and how will it affect her health. Doctors have been on high alert as she is on her trimester pregnancy, any little mistake could potentially harm the baby and her. I will have their jobs and their heads if anything goes wrong, and this is the time where I am too wound up with tension about her safety.

Doctors have been pushing for a c-section as the baby grows bigger than they anticipated, and it means that the baby boy has gotten my genes, her little body could not withstand the immense pain from pushing out the baby.

Mina wants a natural birth, but she is not opposing the surgical removal if it comes down to it. I have been reading up on medical books from obstetricians and other professional medical professors, I want to be prepared for anything that can go wrong.

With the amount of information I consume, I would be a doctor rather than a ruler of this nation.

Mina thinks I’m overreacting as she isn’t even concerned. I have the best doctors at her call all day and night. I’m not that naïve, I know that life is a fucking bastard when it wants to be so I will be prepared, it’s what makes me an effective leader.

“Mina,” I growl once I see her out of bed.

I had just returned from a meeting with my councils, and I had given her and the maids specific instructions that Mina is to not step foot on the ground no matter how much she begs.

Seems like I am too lenient these days.

I wave the maids off and they quickly shuffle out the door with the last one closing the door behind her with a respectful bow of her head. I turn back to the grinning girl with something hiding behind her back.

Her protruding stomach lets the dress flow freely around her knees, bare feet scrunching in the carpet and I raise an eyebrow for her excuse. She always has an excuse for everything, I once caught her in a lie about sleeping when she was reading her book.

She would do just about anything to finish her books, and she isn’t above ignoring me to favor the worn pages. Though, she thought twice about doing that again because I come first to her. Her old books don’t stand a chance against a tyrant hell-bent on her affection.

“Let me see,” I cock my head to peer around her, but she dodges my inquiring gaze and I shoot her a stern glance.

“You already did something you weren’t supposed to, and now you’re being difficult,” I said, and she sheepishly grins and wiggles with a piece of black hair moving to her shoulder.

“You might get mad at me,” she blinks with her doe-eyes.

She knows what they can do to me and she remorselessly widens her eyes like a hopeful puppy, and every time, I foolishly fall for it. I do learn but I can’t stop myself from giving into her when I know that she will show me that sunshine smile that I crave so much to brighten my dark soul.

“I won’t get mad,” I reassure her.

She hesitates a bit with a debate going on her face, “Really?”

“Depends,” I correct myself and she scrunches her nose at me.

“On what?” Mina takes a step back to counter my advancing step.

“On whether it will cause you harm.”

She shakes her head with a smile as she takes one hand from behind to rub her stomach, “It won’t. I wouldn’t do that to us.”

“Then I won’t be mad,” I tell her, which it could be a lie since her definition of harm clearly doesn’t match up to mine.

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