Chapter 31: Chapter 31

Allen

It was Sunday and I was cooking breakfast for my little family. My son Charles is now five years old.

After Charles, I was really not intending to have anymore children taking into consideration Arianna's weak health. She had two abortions after that because she was forcefully exposed to narcotics by her bastard of an ex-boyfriend.

Having Charles was really a blessing for us. Probably God wanted to see us as parents and luckily Ariana did not have health complications.

I thought she would never be able to conceive with the depression she suffered after the abortion of our first child.

But my wife is as stubborn as a log. She wanted to have a daughter and conceive for the second time.

I tried to argue with her that determining the gender of the child is not in our hands but a gift from God and she would feel dissapointed if we had a son for the second time. But somehow....maybe it was her intuition and she said she was going to have a daughter.

"I do not want black and white everywhere. A daughter brings color in the life. Since I have a son, I will have a daughter too." This was her usual sentence, whenever I told her we quit baby making.

Though I'm a doctor, an orthopedic surgeon, issues related to child birth are better known to a gynaecologist.

Thus I wished to take a second opinion. I consulted the best gynecologists for the risks involved by the mother and the baby.

Thankfully all of them answered positively. God wanted to answer our requests immediately and a year later Edith was born, a girl just like Ariana wanted.

I heard some sounds in the first floor where our bedrooms are situated. My son had already woken up.

Charles was an understanding, well behaved boy right since the age of two.

I do not know if I should consider it as a blessing in disguise or it was my misfortune that he is matured beyond his age.

I was frying eggs. Before I could reach his bedroom, he was already at the kitchen as prompt as always. "Good Morning dad."

I turned around and looked at my little boy. "Good Morning son. You are early to get up. Today is Sunday, you do not have school. You could have got up a little late."

I was then flipping the pancakes. My son and Ariana both love pancakes. So I decided to make them along with fried eggs and bent down to pick him in my arms. But he ran away. "Dad, please do not do that. I am a big guy now. I do not need to be lifted." He called jutting out.

I was proud of my son very much. Whenever me and my wife go to his school we are rained with accolades about him by his teachers.

"I am flipping pancakes. I thought you could help me by adding strawberry syrup on them. That's why I was lifting you up to sit on kitchen platform." I thought I covered it for him but in reality I wanted to hold him in my arms and kiss his chubby cheeks.

"Oh dad, I can do that sitting on the chair of the dining table too. You need not lift me to sit on the platform." Charles waved his hand like some mature young man.

"I am making fried eggs along with bacon and toast. Would you like to have them son?" I kneeled before him to match his height and pulled him to my chest not able to resist myself anymore but to adore my beautiful little creation.

"I would love to have it daddy. But before that I want to show you something." He quickly rushed to his bedroom and came with a toy plane.

"Dad I made this." He said with pride

"Two days ago my teacher had taken our class to an aerodrome. There were two aeroplanes having their servicing at the hanger. She took us to the cockpit and explained to us the operation of each device and how the plane flies. I enjoyed learning about everything she said to me."

His eyes suddenly shone with delight like a Christmas star. "Do you remember Aunt Julia gave me an aeroplane book on my last birthday? Day before yesterday I read the book and started preparing this."

He placed the plane in my hands. "This can fly too."

He got out the remote he had in his pocket and pressed a button. The plane flew to the ceiling from my hands and went left and right, up and down according to the directions given by him and finally got to the floor.

My eyes couldn't curtail the happiness as they were tearing up having experienced the smartness of my son. I would not hold back and lifted him in my arms and kissed his chubby cheeks.

He is my future, the king who is going to rule the businesses of the Rodriguez. I am already seeing it and very happy to learn about it. He was playing with the plane in his hands. "You know daddy, this would initially not fly. But I worked yesterday till late in the night and finally got it to fly."

It was really an achievement for a six year old to do all that. After Charles finished his breakfast, one of his friends came to play with him and both of them went to our backyard to play football.

Ariana

Last night Allen did not allow me to sleep till wee hours. After we made love for hours I was very tired and could not wake up early.

The time piece on the bedside table roared. It was nine in the morning. The bed beside me was cold and empty which said he had woken up quite early.

What was he doing? My eyes would not allow me to open them. I was tired, dog tired.

Edith was sleeping on the crib beside our bed. She is now six months old. Last night when she was crying for milk, Allen brought her to our bedroom. I breast fed her and we made love again.

As if on call, I hear some baby sound. I was not in a position to wake up just yet. I put the baby beside me and while she was sucking milk I went back to sleep before I put off the rocking alarm beside my head.

I did not know how long I slept. My eyes were slowly opening up when I heard the twisting of doorknob. Edith was not present beside me. Instead I heard the cheerful voice of Allen. "Good morning sweetheart. I hope you had a good sleep."

I rubbed my eyes to get rid of sleep and twinkled. "Good morning Allen. Yes I had a good sleep." My voice was still groggy from just waking up.

"Where is Edith?"

Allen put away the hairs from my face. "The nanny arrived around half an hour ago. She is with her.

"What about Charles?"

Bending over, Allen kissed my lips. "His friend came home an hour ago and the boys are playing football in the kitchen backyard.

I could already see the lust dancing in his eyes. My man is insatiable. But I like the way he is towards me. "I love you, Ari. The feeling is frightening. I have you, but it's like I don't have you enough. So I hug you, but when I do, it’s like you're not close enough. So I kiss you, and still I can't get enough. So I make love to you. And yet, and still I feel like I’ll wake up and won’t be sure. “And I worry. I worry that I'll lose you again. That’s one of the reasons I watch you sleep. Do you know about it? Because I’m afraid if I close my eyes and I open them again, you’ll be gone. Ari, do you understand?" A lone tear fell from my lashes. "I was stupid to fall in love with that scoundrel. It was just a teenage infatuation. But with you I found true love. I understood real love is sacrifice. Even though you do not want it and you do not like it, you do it because it pleases the other. You sent me away though it was breaking your heart because you thought it would keep me happy. You taught me what is true love Allen. I will never leave you again. You’re my lifeline.”

He placed his finger under my chin, tilting it upward to kiss me. A soft, caressing kiss that bled into a hard tongue thrust and possessive fever. I smoothed my palms over his taut pecks, shivering at the heat seeping through my pores. I tried to part but he glued me to the kiss, not wanting to let go just yet. So I bit his tongue and he groaned into my mouth and capitulated. "My Little brat," he raggedly whispered. As I kissed along his neck, he tilted his head back, exposing his throat, and I sucked at his flesh long and hard enough to mark him. Then I traveled down his firm sternum, swirled my tongue around his nipple, and he flexed his well-built chest. Cocky ass. "No need to show off, bad boy.” I said, then bit his nipple. The subsequent jump of his chest was not deliberate this time, much to my satisfaction. My kisses meandered down his body until I was soon on my knees, my fingers twirling in his silky trail while I one-handedly unzipped his jeans and freed his rock-hard, veined erection. It was hot, red with blood and felt impressively sturdy in my hands. I peered up at him through my lashes while he leered down at me with hooded eyes. Then he flashed a lopsided grin and twitched his dick in my hand. Again. And again. Cocky, cocky ass. Okay, Mr. Showoff, let's see how long you can keep your eyes open. Eyes glued to his, I took his crest in my mouth. His lips parted, and he tried to make his ensuing sighs imperceptible. He knew I was challenging him and I knew he'd put up a fight. Licking around his blood-filled crest, I slid my tongue through the split that sprouted pre-cum. He emitted a shuddering sigh this time, but still kept his gaze transfixed on mine. I took him in, inch by inch, going lower and lower until I felt him touch my tonsils, my lips wrapped tightly around his base. Allen slammed his eyes shut and his head fell backwards. "Shhhhhhhiiiiiit." Oh yes, Allen. I can take it all. I’m a badass. Then I began to move, pleasuring him with my mouth, sheathing my teeth and sucking him hard. Occasionally releasing him with a 'pop'. Whenever he tried to flex his hips, I'd tighten my fingers around the base of his shaft, blocking his orgasm. I was in control. "Fuck, Ari…please…” Because he was famous for being merciless in bed, I tormented him a minute longer, reveling in his garbling and the way his body shivered as his hands helplessly gripped the railings. Ending the torture, I uncurled my fingers from the base of his shaft, grasped him with both hands and pumped while I sucked. My hands and mouth moved in synergy. He swelled and grew harder, his hands now fisted in my hair. "Shit...about to...hot...damn...no...shit…" Knowing he was about to climax, I took him all the way in, shoving his swollen steel-hard dick to the back of my throat, as far as I could go without choking. "Ah Jesus!" he growled as he reached his peak and sent his fluids squirting down my throat, pulsing effusively. Expended, he slumped back on the bed, simultaneously lifting me to the top of him. His lips captured mine again, kissing me hard. "How did you—" he started to ask when he pulled away, but curtailed and shook his head. "Don't you ever goddamn leave me. You understand?" I nodded. "Promise me." I turned our positions with him on top of me and smacked him in a kiss. "I promise. I'll never leave you, Allen. I love you too much." He slammed his lips on mine again and sucked all the air from my lungs.

Just then we heard a huge sound from the baby monitor. But ironically it was not of Edith but Charles.

How could that happen especially when the nanny was with Edith?

And why was Charles crying when Edith was silent?

Allen immediately put on his cotton trousers and ran out of the room to find out what happened.

I followed him behind quickly dropping his shirt on top of me and our jaws were dropped to the floor looking at the scene ahead of us.

Edith was put on a mat sleeping on her stomach. Her hand was in a fist pulling Charles's hair. And the boy who is six years older to his little sister and who could engineer planes right from the age of six was a puppy within the hands of his little sister.

Allesandro, Charles's friend was trying to remove her little fist from pulling his hair but it was only irritating Edith more.

Both of us couldn't curtail our laughter. In the meantime the nanny arrived. "Where were you?" Allen asked her irritated.

"Sir, I went to the washroom. The young master and his friend were playing in the sports room besides. I requested him if he could look after his sister for a few minutes and he agreed." She replied meekly with her eyes stationed to the floor.

I freed the hands of Edith from Charles's hair while Allen took Charles into his arms trying to console him with his words.

Both the father and son went out and Allen bought many toys for Charles along with dolls for Edith though she was too small to play with them.

Two hours later he walked to Edith's room and rusticated the nanny. "If you needed to attend a nature's call, you should have informed us. Me and my wife are in the house, not in another world. But you chose a little boy to guard the baby which was unexpected of you being a mature person."

From that day onwards I took care of my children on my own. Because I couldn't tolerate the least of their discomfort.