【Tea cloth ABO】feeding bottle, report and rose

Buccarati originally planned to drive everyone to the town to find a restaurant for dinner. After all, there were no materials or gas at home, and the chimney of the stove might not be used after being cleaned for a long time.But the two children quarreled and didn't want to leave, and said they wanted to eat sea oysters at night.

"You can build a fire here, just like a picnic." Apache pointed to the open space in front of the hut, "I'll go buy some seasonings or something. Is there a canteen nearby?"

Bugarati shook his head: "Don't go, I'll go. If they see that you are alone, they will definitely ask you about things." He looked back at the sea. The setting sun and rising crescent moon illuminate the sky together, and the sunset glow is light pink, as thin as a light gauze curtain.

"You start a fire, can you make a fire? Young master." Bugarati turned his head and asked Apache with a smile.

"Of course!" Alpha replied quickly, but then lost his momentum, "...I went camping when I was in high school."

"Oh?" Bugarati raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and handed over the bucket and tools in his hand to the other party, "There is firewood behind the kitchen, and there should be some basil and thyme I planted in the yard. Hei, if you're lucky, dig some for us."

Bugarat put his hands in his pockets and walked on the beach wearing leather shoes.He could have chosen to walk the concrete path on the embankment so the sand wouldn't get in his shoes, but he didn't.

Because he thought, anyway, after playing at the beach for so long just now, seawater and sand got in his shoes, it's not bad.

The soles of my feet are itchy and painful, but it's a pity for this pair of good leather shoes.He didn't expect to meet his mother today, he didn't expect to go home to see, and he didn't even expect to stay here for one night before returning to Naples.

There were so many things he hadn't expected in recent times.Bugarati needs to be alone, to think well away from Apache.

I'm afraid this big boy fell in love with him. Omega thought it was an illusion at first, after all, this little Alpha is only that big, um...it doesn't seem so small.But in short, he is still a kid in adolescence.But many of his actions today were abnormal. If Naranja hadn't come in suddenly in the room at that time, Bugarati could have guessed what Apache would say later.What will I do then?In that case, if you are mainly affected by that atmosphere... ah...

He made a mistake, maybe he shouldn't have let the kid take care of him in the first place.Thinking about it, Bugarati kicked the sand in front of him, and the hermit crabs hiding in the gravel escaped in a panic and scattered in all directions.But this little ghost took care of her very well, even better than the nanny I had found before.He couldn't find fault with his cooking and housework, and he even offered to help him trim the garden.Naranja likes him, and even Gedo likes him that much, which is really unique.Bugarati recalled every little thing after Apache came to his house, oops!Did you also say "like him"?Did he misunderstand that time?I mean clearly...obviously...

Omega stopped in his tracks. He reached the end of the beach and had to step up the landing steps.In the distance is the lemon tree planted by Pakalin's family. As long as I can remember, I have been standing there looking at the countless pedestrians who have come and gone over the years.The branches spread out of the yard, and huge golden fruits fell on the branches.Bugarati stretched out his hand to pick one, and when he was a child, he had to ride on his shoulders with his companions to reach it, but now it is just a matter of hand.

Anyway, it's not that kind of "like"... right.

The smoke is curling up from the kitchen, and the wind is strong at night, and it is time for every family to eat.There were few pedestrians in the residential area, and Bugarati walked on the gravel road and looked at the bright moon looming behind the clouds in the sky.I have to make it clear to him.He told himself in his heart: And this matter has to be done firmly.But how to say it firmly?Bugarati didn't know.But he knew that this feeling was wrong, not good.

Apache's life has just begun. He is so young, strong and handsome. He just came out of his hometown to go to college and has not seen much of the world yet.correct!He has not met the Omega he likes, so he has become dependent on himself. He must have been infected by pheromones because he stayed with his Omega for a long time!Bucciarati seemed to have suddenly found a reason, which could explain the reason for all these "unusual" feelings. He should follow this line of thought and speed up his pace to analyze his future plans, but his heart was full of unspeakable emotions. Emotions.

He's infected with pheromones, damn pheromones. Omega leaned against the street lamp, night finally fell, the pale light suddenly lit up above his head too timely, Bucgarati felt that he was like the tragic protagonist on the stage.

Otherwise why does he like me?Like my two kids or my 27 year mortgage?

"Don't make trouble with Mista! Don't play with fire! Don't use torches to frighten my brother!"

Apache chased after the two children and snatched back the small firewood that Mista had picked up from the campfire. Alpha successfully lit the bonfire. Although it took a long time, he still found basil in the yard, dug up several good spice plants and some other salvaged vegetable and fruit seedlings and put them in plastic bags.

These can be taken home and planted in the garden of Mr. Bugarati's house.Thinking about this, Apache looked at the trunk of the car, and on the endless beach in the distance was the returning figure of Bugarati.

Alpha waved to him happily, and the children rushed into the beach and ran forward, chirping and chirping.

"What did you buy?" Apaki stepped forward to take Buccarati's shopping bag.

"I just bought some casually."

Apache opened the shopping bag and saw that besides the food, there was a bottle of detergent and a bag of insect repellent tablets inside.The corners of his mouth turned up, and he raised his head to meet Bugarati's eyes.

"What are you doing?" Omega urged, reaching out to grab the shopping bag back, "Hurry up and chop the vegetables."

"Oh." Apache agreed with a smile.

Dinner was ready to eat oysters as the children looked forward to.These are really the freshest sea oysters, less than two hours after being picked from the sea.They sat together in front of the campfire. Tonight there was no TV or game console, not even electricity.The boys, who had been playing wildly all day, were tired and hungry at the moment, but they seemed unwilling to calm down as they refused to admit defeat in the game, pestering Bucciarati to tell stories.Apaki was helping Bugarati cut the zucchini picked in the yard by hand, listening to the man slowly telling fairy tales.

"Once upon a time there was a little boy who was afraid of the dark. Before going to bed, he had to check the bottom of the bed and the drawers." Bugarati's voice was deep but clear, like the ripples of swallows crossing the lake and stirring the valley.While he was talking, he casually stir-fried the spices in the copper pot with a spoon—the fennel and garlic that Apaki picked from the yard.

"Why?" Naranja asked, lying on Bucgarati's lap.

"Because he thinks there are monsters hiding in these places, and when it gets dark, the monsters will come out of these places and eat him as soon as he closes his eyes."

"Ah!" Naranja buried his face in Bugarati's arms and hugged him tightly.

"This little boy is Naranga!" Mista said loudly, "If you look like me, you won't be afraid!"

"Oh?" Apache handed the zucchini cut into thin strips according to the instructions to Buccarati, "Aren't you afraid? Do you know what will be in the dark?"

"have what?"

"There will be aliens without eyes, witches who eat children, vampires with fangs, mummies covered in bandages."

"You lied to Apache!" Mista said, but her little feet sneaked closer to the two adults. "It's all fake. It's the adults who lied to the children."

"It's true, Mista." Buccarati suddenly turned his head and stared at the little boy's eyes seriously, even though the spoon in his hand was still stirring the sea oysters in the pot, "That's why Naranga needs to Turn on the bedside lamp late, because there are many scary things in the dark."

Seeing the dark pupils in the boy's wide-open eyes becoming more and more dull, Apache couldn't help but smile first and hugged Mista and let him sit in his arms.

"Mista who lied to you, you are already a big kid, you won't be afraid of these things, right?"

"Yes, I'm not afraid." The boy replied, but his voice was numb and trembling.

Buccarati added water to the pot, put the pasta in the bag in and covered the pot, and whispered close to the boy's ear: "Gedo, you never thought about what your room will be like when you fall asleep. Is it?"

"Mr. Bugarati!" Apaki yelled helplessly and covered the ears of the boy in his arms, "You will really scare him."

"No way." Omega pouted and looked aggrieved, "Obviously Apache is talking too much, what about witch mummy, this is scary."

"But I already told Mista that I lied to him." Alpha leaned closer to Buccarati's side.

"Then can you restore the fright Gedo received before?"

Apache was at a loss for words for a moment: "...Then I apologize to him, and tell him that this is all a lie."

"You're so serious, Apache." Buccarati sighed, "Sometimes what people say is quick-spoken, and it doesn't count."

Alpha looked at the person who was close in front of him, and Bugarati looked at him, his blue eyes looked extremely deep under the night, his brows were slightly frowned, and his lips were tightly pursed.Apache suddenly noticed a strange meaning in the other party's eyes.

"Mr. Bucciarati, do you want to tell me something?"

Bugarati didn't answer, he turned his head and stared at the jumping flames in front of him. The sea breeze was very cold after nightfall, but it was very warm for everyone sitting together by the fire.

"It's hard to say now." Apache heard the other party reply softly, "Let's have dinner first."

The spaghetti with zucchini and sea oysters tasted very good. Although Bugarati said that the limited ingredients affected his performance, the two boys couldn't stop eating.

"Gaido! You can't always pick the oysters in the apaki bowl!"

While yelling at his elder son for his behavior, Bugarati subconsciously reached out and forked the sea oysters on his plate into Apaki's bowl.

"No need for Mr. Bucciarati, you can eat by yourself."

"Didn't you say that you have never been to the beach? Of course you have to eat more!"

But the fork stopped in mid-air, and Omega suddenly stopped moving.Looking at Bugarati's stiff posture, Apaki tentatively called the other person's name.

Bugarati came back to his senses and looked at his hand that was still in the air: What are you doing?What am I doing now.This kind of behavior... is very ambiguous.

"...Don't feed Guy too much, it's not good to eat too much sea oyster."

So he withdrew his hand and bit off the sea oyster meat on the fork with one bite.

The children began to feel sleepy after eating and drinking, and fell asleep in the arms of the adults after a long time.Mista was lying in Apache's arms, perhaps because of the "horror story" before the meal, and his little hands were tightly holding on to Alpha's skirt.Bugarati held Naranja in his arms, and the limp child stayed there quietly. He stretched out his finger and pointed the tip of the boy's nose: "Like a little pig."

Before the bonfire in front of him was extinguished, Apache threw two more firewood into it.The flames rose high, the crimson light licked the air and distorted the sight, the crackling dry wood was ignited by the high temperature, just like an enlarged filament being baked and bent and broken.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Bugarati raised his eyes, and the heat of the flame penetrated his skin and hit Wunai directly. He heard Apache's voice but dared not look into Apache's eyes.

"How do you think you've been doing recently? Since you came to my house."

"Very good." Apaki hugged Mista and nailed him to death in the depths of the bonfire.

"What do you mean by good? To be more specific?" Bugara asked.

Apache was silent for a while: "I like you."

Omega's hand holding the child trembled, it was too sudden, didn't this person come up with some foreshadowing!

"you do not like me."

"Huh?" Apaki turned his head suddenly, and Bugarati was also looking at him with a frown.

"You're too young to figure it out. It's not as simple as liking. You can count how long you've only known me."

"...two...months."

"Less than two months." Bugarati lowered his head and stopped looking at him again, "What do you know about me? Just say that you like me, how old I am, how old are you? Have you considered the consequences? Considered the future What about Gedo and Naranja?"

Bugarati threw a series of questions into Apache's mind. Alpha was a little angry. He confessed to himself and was ridiculed by the other party. Could it be that in the eyes of Mr. Bugarati, he did not care about things like this? Consequences people?

"Of course I have thought about it!" The college student unconsciously raised his voice, but he quickly lowered his voice after feeling the trembling of the boy in his arms, "Why don't I understand you? Isn't falling in love a process of getting to know each other? Star knows that love knows no age, and besides, you are not a few years older than me, or do you think you are old?"

This little bastard is quite eloquent.Bugarati turned his head and gave Apaki a sneaky look: "Then you thought that if your parents knew that you liked someone more than ten years older than you, they would think so? And you don't think the age difference is too much Nothing can be discussed.”

"Why can't we talk? Haven't we talked several times? Didn't you buy me a drink before?" Apaki leaned over and pressed close to Bucciarati, and Omega felt that the heat on his side close to the other side increased significantly.

"How old am I? What do my parents care about me? I don't believe that you don't like me, Mr. Bugarati." Apaki turned around and sat back in his seat. Suddenly feel relieved.

"...Before, you clearly said that."

"That's different!" Omega hastily denied, "That refers to the kind towards... relatives, it's family affection."

"But you didn't even give me a chance, how do you know there will be no love between us? Or..." Apache paused, his tone faintly revealing his unhappiness, "Mr. Bugarati has something else he likes." people?"

"No!" Bugarati replied quickly, but he regretted it after answering. Why was he so eager to deny it?Simply tell the other party "yes" and forget it, and you can completely stop thinking about it.

"Then fall in love with me." As a result, Apache answered the conversation faster, obviously not intending to give the other party any time to think.

Bugara stood up vigorously, turned around and walked into the house with Naranga still in her arms.

"Sleeping. Like a child."

Apaki looked back at the running back of Omega, turned his head and stretched out his hand to fiddle with the bonfire in front of him twice, and said to the boy who was already asleep in his arms:

"Mista, it's obvious that your father is like a child."

Where can Bugarati sleep.He and the children lay on the big bed in the master bedroom, and Apache slept in what used to be his second bedroom.The bed was too small, and it was already stretched out before I left, so Apache probably could only sleep with his legs curled up now.In the middle of the night, the seaside cools down a lot, and the sea breeze mixed with water vapor blows into the house, which can be cold to the bone.Apache sleeps alone, and the room faces north must be very cold.

Although the brain tells itself not to go!The better I treat him now, the more he will make the other person feel that he likes him.But Buccarati stood outside the door with a blanket in his arms, and there was still a trace of luck left: Apache was already asleep, and he might not find out.Besides, it would be more pitiful if it was frozen and sick, right?

He walked into the house quietly, thinking about covering the blanket and running away.But the moment he turned to leave, his wrist was grabbed into the palm of the opponent.Buccarati turned his head, and Apaji was sitting on his former small bed. The thin moonlight shone through the window, and the faces of both of them happened to be hidden in the darkness.

"Mr. Bugarati, I also have something to tell you."

The young Alpha opened his mouth, saying goodbye to the previous tough attack, soft like a baby, and with a hoarse voice.

"...Didn't I say it just now?" Bugarati pursed his lips, not very willing in his heart, and didn't want to face it again in a short time.

Apaki didn't speak, he took the opponent's hand, and put Bugarati's palm on his chest.

"I really like you, Bruno."

Under the palm is Alpha's young, beating heart.Bugarati could clearly feel the heartbeat of the other party contracting violently as the owner's thoughts changed.

"You don't need to answer me, but please listen to me." Apache breathed a long sigh, and the beating of the heart gradually calmed down, "I thought about it, it was my fault, I didn't I should force you to accept my feelings hastily. You said that I don’t know you, yes, maybe I haven’t gotten to know you in less than two months, but you must know that the process of getting to know a person is a long time, It may not be possible to really understand a person for several years or decades. But this does not prevent me from being attracted to you. I am attracted to Bruno Bucciarati. This is a very simple and intuitive result. I have always been and will continue to be I will try my best to understand you and take care of you, and I will also take good care of Mista and Naranga. Of course, this is also my job as a babysitter, but I will try my best to be better than everyone else! Better than everyone I'll be nice to you, and to the kids... anyway..."

Buccarati felt the rapid heartbeat under Apaki's heaving chest, and the hot palm he held on the back of his hand.

"...I hope that you will no longer have to be alone in the future, even if the other party is not me...but in the future, as long as you need it, you can come to me at any time. I just want you to understand, you Your future is not alone, there will always be someone by your side who will always be with you."

There is silence everywhere, the sound of waves hitting the rocks can be heard in the distance, and the sea breeze that penetrates the window frame is still icy cold.Bugarati's hand was still covering Apache's chest, feeling the young, fiery heartbeat.

"...Why are you so good at talking?"

"Oh? Are you crying?"

Apaki got up and reached out to touch the other's cheek hidden in the darkness, but Bugarati took a step back and hid at the door.

"No."

"But your voice..."

"Go to bed early." He opened the door in a hurry, not daring to look back at the other party. "I have to get up early and go back to work tomorrow."

"Ha, did you have a fun Halloween? I just watched five movies at home with Risut."

Bugarati and Proxiet stood in front of the bar in the tea room and looked at the tall buildings outside the window. The blond beauty suddenly remembered something and turned her head to look at the people beside her while holding the coffee.

"Why didn't you mention your little nanny this time?"

"What?" Bugarati turned his head, his finger holding the coffee trembled slightly, and immediately calmed down, "Did I mention him often?"

Proxiu nodded, and took a sip of coffee gracefully as always: "Often."

"It's... not bad, I don't mention it often." Bugarati felt a little guilty, and began to quickly read the memories in his mind.

"What's the matter? He didn't go with you this time?"

"Go...we went together." He sighed, and put the coffee cup back on the table. "Something happened, not very pleasant."

"What? Did he steal money from your family or did you find out that he beat the child?"

"Apaki is not that kind of person!"

Buccarati hurriedly spoke sullenly to defend Apache's personality, and Proxiet raised his eyebrows: "What is that? What else can the nanny do to make the employer angry?"

"In short... it's very complicated."

Bugarati didn't want to talk too much. He recalled the look in the eyes when Apache opened the door for him when he came back this morning, and he felt very sour.

"Lunch break is over, let's go to work."

The black-haired Omega hastily ended the topic, turned around and was about to go out the door, but the people behind him stopped him nervously.

"Hey! Bugarati..."

"What's the matter?" He turned his head and saw Proxieter pointing in his direction with his eyes wide open.

"neck……"

He reached out and touched the back of his neck. The gland had swelled to the point where it was exposed on the skin surface, and the place where his fingers touched was terribly hot.

Buccarati's estrus period was brought forward.

-TBC-

*The story told by Chabu in this chapter is the content of an Italian nursery rhyme "Who is Afraid of the Dark (Chihapauradelbuio)".It's cute and nice to listen to. I recommend everyone to listen to it.