Four

Unbeknownst to Angel, Mark slightly opened his eyes watching his wife who continued to nag. Angel looked back, Mark closed his eyes again.

"But if I go out alone, do I dare? The atmosphere is so scary!" Angel grabbed his neck. Mark smiled faintly, Angel looks cute when he nags like that.

A few minutes of struggling with his thoughts, Angel nodded, then nodded firmly. "Never mind, I'll just go out alone!" Angel finally decided.

Mark was about to grab Angel's hand because he couldn't bear to let the girl go alone to the kitchen. Surely Angel would be afraid to go out alone, so he wanted to accompany his wife.

Mark's hand movements stopped, so did the girl's steps. Suddenly there was the sound of a baby crying.

Angel gasped, he turned towards the window that was wet from the rain. That's... whose baby's voice? Angel bit her lower lip in fear. Maybe it's a ghost!

Angel jumped on his bed and reflexively hugged Mark tightly. He buried his face in the crook of Mark's neck. Angel tightened his grip. It doesn't matter what prestige it is all this time. Yes, this was the first time he had hugged Mark, and that was because he was so scared.

After a long time, Mark even enjoyed Angel's embrace until he subconsciously smiled. "Mark, wake up!" Mark's body he shook. He was really frightened by the sound of a baby crying outside.

Mark closed his eyes even more, letting Angel still hug him. He could feel Angel's body covered in sweat. The longer the sound of the baby's cry, the sharper it is heard. Angels cry. And that made Mark uncomfortable.

"Mark, I'm scared! Get up!" Angel hit Mark's chest.

Finally Mark opened his eyes. He couldn't bear to hear Angel's sobs. The man rubbed his eyes like a typical waking person, breaking Angel's embrace.

"What is it?!" Mark asked fiercely, even though inside he couldn't bear it.

"Mark, did you hear that?" Angel pointed his index finger out the window.

Mark sharpened his ears. Mark got up from the bed, his hand holding Angel from behind.

"Mark, I'm scared!"

"Alright, don't be afraid. I am here." Mark stroked Angel's cheek, making her blush.

Mark's arm he grabbed tightly, while he buried his face in the man's back. They came out of the room looking for the source of the sound of the baby's cry. Angel shuddered over and over again, his whole body was already covered in goosebumps and covered in cold sweat. What if it's really a ghost outside?! Angel's thoughts were all over the place. The two of them were already standing in front of the Villa door, turned the key, then opened the door.

It was still raining hard outside, accompanied by thunder. Mark was still holding Angel's hand from behind.

"There's no one," Mark muttered.

"But the baby's voice continues to sound Mark!" Angel's voice trembled. "And the sound is so close!" Angels added.

Mark still looks as calm as possible even though he himself is also curious.

His eyes were fixed on a cardboard box beside the Vila. His eyebrows knit together in surprise, since when was there a cardboard in there?

Mark's feet kicked the cardboard beside him. Angel bit her lower lip. What if the box contains terror? It could be that the girls who targeted Mark in the past now have a grudge against him.

The sound of a baby's cry is getting louder and louder. Mark could hear the origin of the baby's cry in the box. His hands trembled as he tried to open the box. Angel closed his eyes in fear.

The box was neatly closed. He slowly opened the box, when he opened it, Mark immediately glared at him. "Baby!" she screamed.

Angel opened his eyes reflexively, then looked at Mark who was frozen looking at the contents of the box. Angel poked his head from behind Mark's back. His eyes blinked a few times at the contents of the box.

Such a beautiful baby girl. His eyes were brown, his skin so white and so adorable. Slowly the baby's cries turned into laughter. Angel approached the box beside Mark. His hand reached for the baby that was in there. He gently stroked the baby's cheek, kissed the baby's cheek many times.

"Whose baby is this Mark?" Angel asked without turning to Mark. Behind Angel, the man shrugged his shoulders.

"I do not know!"

Angel's eyes sparkled at the baby. "Hey, what's your name?" Angel asked while playing with the baby's hair.

Mark saw how enthusiastic Angel was when he saw the baby. Angel's behavior, which was so childish and sometimes annoying, immediately softened after seeing the baby they found in a cardboard box.

"Mark, let's take it inside, shall we?" whined Angel.

"Not! We don't know whose baby this is! We'd better report it to the police. Let the authorities handle and find the baby's biological parents."

Angel pursed her lips. Does Mark have no heart?! This baby must be cold. The rain outside didn't stop either.

"Mark!"

"Angel!"

"Mark, let this baby stay with us, okay? After all, I will take care of this beauty later. You won't be bothered later," Angel coaxed. "Come on, Mark!"

***

"Morning..." said Angel so cheerfully.

Angel climbed into the bed and approached the baby who he didn't know the name of. The movement of the bed disturbed Mark's sleep. He rubbed his eyes, glanced sideways at Angel who was already holding the baby.

Mark got up to correct his position. Stack two pillows as support. What time is it? The man glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It's still 06.00 in the morning apparently.

Angel rocked the baby girl, Angel's face was so happy, his eyes were sparkling. It seems his wife is really so happy with the presence of the beautiful baby. Mark looked at Angel who was so painstakingly taking off the baby's clothes.

"Let's take a bath, so that your body is fresher and smells good..." He continued to kiss the baby's chubby cheeks.

Mark smiled briefly, the scene in front of him seemed to show a wife who was busy bathing her baby, while he felt like a father...

Father?

"Mark, if you're still sleepy, just go back to sleep. I'll wake you up when it's time for breakfast," said Angel who was about to enter the bathroom.

Mark just nodded, still looking at Angel who looked so dear to the baby.

It didn't take long for Angel to bathe the baby. He returned to the room holding the baby girl. Angel put it right next to Mark who apparently went back to sleep. He shook his head, maybe the man was tired because he had only slept around three in the morning. Angel couldn't bear to wake her husband. He put clothes on the baby. Don't ask Angel where do you get baby clothes from? Because after he checked again, in the box where the baby was placed there was a pile of baby clothes and complete with the equipment. Such as powder and telon oil.

Angel rubbed telon oil on the neck and all over the baby's body, then gave him powder. The baby smells good now! Angel kissed her cheek again, then was about to go to the kitchen because she had to cook. For a moment Angel stopped his steps, if he went to the kitchen and cooked, then who took care of the baby? What if the baby falls out of bed?

Angel scratched his temple, he glanced at Mark who still closed his eyes. Angel timidly approached Mark, shaking the man's arm. "Mark, wake up… please watch over Baby for a bit." Angel whispered in Mark's ear.

Unexpectedly, Mark, who was writhing, pulled him so that Angel's body was right on top of the man.

"Mark, let go! Mark!" Angel hit Mark's chest lightly.

Angel glanced at the baby. The baby girl even laughed seeing her in Mark's arms.

Because his arms weren't released either, Angel pinched Mark's nose in exasperation, making it hard for him to breathe. Mark woke up, he was surprised to see Angel's face so close to his face. Even only a few centimeters away. Angel pressed Mark's chest, pulling his body away from his husband's arms. Angel snorted, looking into Mark's eyes sharply.

"You pervert!" Angel groaned when he released himself from Mark's arms.

"You've been making a fuss this morning. Who's a pervert?!" Mark glared disapproved of being called a pervert.

"Never mind, I don't want to fuss with you. Now please take care of Baby for a while, because I will go to the kitchen to cook," Angel said, Mark frowning. Baby? "Baby, the baby we found last night. Because I don't know her name, I just call her Baby." Angel smiled broadly. "You take care of Baby for a while. I'll cook for our breakfast. Daaah beautiful... don't be naughty, okay. Play with your papa first." Angel kissed Baby's cheek, then walked off to the kitchen.

After Angel's departure to the kitchen. Mark realized something. Papa? Just like a fool. He smacked his forehead, then hissed stifled. He didn't hear wrong, did he? Angel calls himself the Papa of the baby? Does Angel intend to make this baby their child?

Mark scratched the nape of his neck, confused by his indigestible brain. "Do you want to be our child? She's your mama and I'm your papa?" Mark spoke to Baby. The baby played with his hands cutely, then laughed cheerfully.