Natalie
I woke up with a ready dinner. He helped me until we are downstairs and his mum, Elizabeth. She's the caring mother of Francis. She is also taking care of me and giving me tips and other things about pregnancy. Francis is proof of her pregnancy. She told me that it was the best thing that happened to her though she got a shitty marriage.
But that didn't stop me from being anxious about what I had witnessed. For what I had known. It felt so bad that my sister had to go there. Why should I always bounce at her in malls? Why should I have to see how well she is living her life? Surely, she's not studying well, and it just made my heart sank.
It was cold on the porch, but there's a big umbrella above us and the string lights and the beautiful garden and that makes the pool look so magical. That's what I love about this place of him. I never enjoy these luxuries all my life. He's the first and probably last person that will spoil me. I was in my very worst state, but I swallowed all my pride and live my life.
He pulled the microfiber blanket to my stomach. Pulling the cotton hoody jacket that I am wearing over my head. It felt comfortable and warm in his arms.
"Tell me, love, I wanted to know everything about you." I felt his arms skim down on my belly. I forget telling him that our baby kicked when I am smacking Bernie. But that's out of our tune tonight.
"What about it?"
"Your sister? She didn't even smile at you or even ask about you."
"I'm very much used of her ignoring me."
"Why?"
"I wasn't a sister that she could brag about. I was the last person that she cared about."
"Baby tell me everything. Please, I wanted to know." I exhale and hold over his warm hand that is over my swollen stomach.
"I am the bastard of our family. My dad impregnates his mistress and died, and he took me in. Took care of me. At least when my grandma is alive, she's the one taking care of me while my father is away to work for us. When I turn eight, my grandma died. I took care of myself."
"What?" he frowned and caressed my hair.
"The mother that I know doesn't want me around. Don't want me in their bedroom. And during dinner, I have to wait for them to eat before it will be my turn." Remembering those make my heart more in pain. But I just suck it all up. I survive on those.
"Where do you sleep then?"
"Sofa." I look at his expression, he's not pitying me. He looked bad like I felt. "I have to sleep there and let the mosquitos feast on me. And let the hot season steam me."
"Oh, baby."
"That's my childhood. Therefore, I don't want you to meet my family." He strokes my hair and kisses my nose.
"It's alright now. I'm here. I won't let that happen to you again."
"I'm okay, Casanova." I like calling him that though he wasn't a Casanova now. "It happens and I suck it all up and live my life."
"You know, my beautiful woman?"
"What?" I lean on him and kisses his lips playfully.
"You are the best darn thing that happened to me. The first time that I met you on the bar and try to hook-up on you, that night I couldn't stop thinking about you as you dance and flair those bottles. I get in trouble and yet you are there icing my bruise. Touching you makes me all aroused. And you touch me as well." I just couldn't believe that he would bring that up. The night in the bar was my fifth dance flair. He was so handsome that I couldn't take my eyes off him, but I need to since I'm engaged at those moments.
"Oh, baby. What did you do then? Jack off when you get home?" He grins and tilts his head to get access to my mouth.
"I couldn't help it," he muttered between our kiss. "I had fallen hard in front of your ass." I stifle a laugh and smack his hard chest.
"Do I have the most beautiful ass, that's why you have to trip down right into your face?"
"You have no idea." True. I did have no idea.
I tell him more about my college life and so on and forth since he wanted to hear it from me. I told him everything that I love, from movies, to shoes and to dresses that I couldn't afford. From the night that I had my first kiss with one of my exes and the hateful night that Bernie took my virginity because he promised me that we will live our life making love. And that disgusts me more than anything at all.
I am so happy that Francis hooks up on me and we ended up on his bed. I have no regrets at all because the man that I love, deep down in my soul, is here with me. Cuddling me, kissing me, and telling me beautiful things that nobody has ever told me so. And the 'I love you' coming from his mouth was so good that it hurts.
Early in the morning, our driver drove us to the airport where Zac's private jet is to take us to Baguio for our wedding. It was a very comfortable jet plane. I sat with Maeve who is caressing her big stomach that is due next month. I gasped when my baby just kicked in.
"You okay?" Francis asked caressing my stomach.
"Yeah, it's just, the baby kept kicking." His eyes full of enthusiasm and felt both the side of my stomach. A beautiful smile crept on his lips as he feels our baby kicking.
"Wow," is all he said and kisses my lips.
"Come on, guys! You shouldn't kiss in here!" Travis who is all kill joy smack, Francis. Francis is giggling as he knelt and press his ear on my stomach.
"Hey, there angel." I look at Zeke and Zoe who jump down from the seat and do the same that Francis is doing to Maeve's big stomach.
"Ohh, that's adorable," Warren said with dramatic tearful eyes though no tears come out as he started taking videos of us while Colt is taking us pictures.
"Bibi!" Zeke raises his hands as he snuggled on his mom's stomach. The twins are hyper, and it was so beautiful to watch.