Francis
We went to one of the popular restaurants and order what she likes. She told me that we need to go back here and try their other menus until we had tasted everything. As I eat, I thought about Sebastian. I had seen him once he wasn't healthy at all.
"You are thinking about Seb?" she asked me. She knows about this. She reached my hand. "I know that you aren't taking them as your family, but still Seb is your brother. He's not like Bernie. He's not your father either."
"Baby, let's not get into them."
"Francis, you are a good person. You aren't Bernie nor your father. Seb needs you."
I exhale and it did make me weak when she's the one asking me. When she's the one pointing the pain inside me. I am not my father. Sometimes I thought I am because of what I did. Jumping from a woman to another without any hesitation. She's the reason why I stop being like that. Because of my responsibility. Because of my commitment toward her. Even though it was the responsibility and the commitment, still my love for her is the reason why I am with her now.
"I'll just be here, whatever your decisions are." She's sincere on her every word and it might be one of the things that would make me help them.
We went back to our hotel suite and I called my secretary and give her details. I told her to put it on my schedule. I need to make love to my wife first just to complete and make my day wonderful. She's the most amazing woman that I ever knew besides my mother.
We left early in the morning for our flight. When we got home, I directly went to my office after I tuck her in bed. I review the papers that are needed for the upcoming event. Our investors increased because of our eco-friendly company and because of the wines that I invented. I need to do more of it. I check the financial statement and our farms.
I frown as I read the email from England. The farm has been destroyed half of it. I clench my fist. It might be one of our competitors. I saw a few types of research and they are now investigating it. I need to be there. I look at my schedule. Surely, I couldn't miss my wife's check-up. So, I call my secretary to book me a flight to England after the check-up.
"You look tired." I look up at Natalie as she walked inside with a tray. "It's already five and you haven't had your snack yet." She settled it on my mini-guest room.
"Just a minute baby." I scroll the pictures and groan by just looking at our barley and grapes.
"You need food for that fight you are making there." I got up taking my tablet as I send those pictures to Zac and Travis. I sat down beside her and kisses her lips. "What's up?" she looked on my tablet and her eyes widen. "Damn, this is bad."
"Yes, we need those for our upcoming launching."
"It's alright hubby. We could buy from other farms, right?" she's right. But we need to find out who is the mastermind of this shit.
I sipped on the smoothie that she made, and it did relieve me. She's good at mixing drinks. She's the best. My phone rings and I stood. I look at who is calling. It's my private investigator. The one that is assigned to Natalie's family. I took the phone and walk out of the balcony closing it behind me.
"Yes?"
"Sir, they invested in a bar yesterday. Worth of half a million. The father didn't still know about this, but Porsha is now on prison because of some women fight she got into."
"I don't care. Make sure that they'll stick on the contract or not, we are going to make them suffer."
"Yes sir." I stop for a while. I shouldn't do this.
"I change my mind. About the last part that I said. Just let that woman find it on her own. Make sure that they won't step on my territory and never get close to my wife." I mutter glancing at Natalie who is inside eating the cookies that she brought.
"Yes sir." I hang up and get inside and smile at Natalie. She smiled so bright, brighter than the sun today. I directly kiss her lips and make out with her mouth. She tastes divine, sweet, and very much hot.
"What was that?" she asked curiously. "I shouldn't ask—"
"No, it's alright. It's one of my private investigators, reporting things to me." I told her briefly. "Is our baby alright." I put my hand over her swollen stomach, just a few more weeks and we will have her or him here out in the world.
"I have to check on the bar—" I look at her in the eyes and she rubbed her stomach as well and smile. I felt the baby moving. It made me so flabbergast. I have never been these astonished in my life.
"You in pain?"
"No. It felt wonderful."
"You sure?" It did feel wonderful. I move back my pelvis and kisses her round stomach.
"It felt great."
"What about the bar?"
"The anniversary party—I wanted to help with the arrangement and of course be there." Everything for her.
"When will be the party?" she told me about it and her labor is three weeks away. "I'll ask the doctor if you are in condition."
"I have to be there." she pleaded.
"Of course, I will be there as well. Do not worry. Alright? I'll take care of you while you enjoy the party."
"Really?" I kiss her temple.
"Yes, you aren't sick, you are just a beautiful pregnant woman." She chuckled from what I said. "But let's not stress out okay? The doctor said to be careful. The baby isn't hanging well and—" she needed a lot of extra careful since her pregnancy isn't normal. Because she has been working and working back then, the chance of premature delivery is high on alert through a lot of stress and anxiety she suffered these past few months. So, every time we make love I take extra precautions. She's prone to danger.
"Thank you." She kissed me so passionately and skim her hand on my chest. "Sorry that we can't have a lot of sex."
"It's fine, I'll just go down with you and maybe invite you on watching me masturbate." She giggled girlishly and lean on me. My phone dings that truly interrupt our time together.
"I'll prepare for dinner."
"You don't have to exhaust yourself. Let the maids handle it."
"I wanted to do it. Okay? I won't stand much."
"You won't." I implied. "I'll lead you downstairs."
"You don't have to." I wanted to be extra careful about her.
I took the tray and she held the crook of my arm as we take the steps slowly. She groaned and we stop. She held her navel and groan again.
"You okay?"
"My between feels stiff. My stomach as well." She winced again and I put down the tray and carried her gently downstairs putting her to the sofa. I got a little frantic and call for the maids to get ready for the car and call for the hospital. "I think I am bleeding." She stifled a cry and I scoop her face. I check it and she did bleed a little. I didn't think twice about carrying her outside as our car awaited. I need to be calm. I need to be and to think carefully.
But I couldn't think straight when she's like this groaning in pain and bleeding.
We waited for her doctor until she came to her private room. She shows us the test results and it came up that it was because of stress and anxiety. The doctor asked a lot of questions about how she felt. I didn't know that she's stressed. Maybe it was because of pregnancy. Maybe it was because of worrying about her parents and sister who care no less on her.
Once she was discharged, I stayed home, take care of her, though she kept shooing me.
After our dinner, I tuck her on the bed, still, she's sitting, leaning on the pillows on her back. I sat beside her, encircle my arms around her and stroke my hand on her belly.
"What stresses you, baby?"
"It's nothing." She smiled like everything are fine. But I know deep inside her that she doesn't want me to worry, that I have nothing to worry about her worries.
"Talie, what happened yesterday scared the hell out of me."
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." She snuggled my chest. I pressed my lips to the top of her head, inhaling her enticing and relaxing scent. Smell like home. Always home. "Am I still up for the anniversary party?" I winced on her question.
"Alright then. If you feel any pain, we will go home immediately."
"Thank you." She said excitedly and kisses my chest. "I love you so, so much."
"I know. And I love you too."