—Princess Iris of Blue Moon—
Raoul oddly didn't go to work. Lyndon and Cassandra go instead. So, we stayed in the bed, ate in the bed, cuddled in the bed, and made love. We rarely move as we talk about the things we dislike and like. It seemed like Raoul already knew me well. He even boils the whole goose on the big casserole under the fire from the wood. He checked it every twenty minutes. He even installed a camera to it, to make sure that it's boiled in low heat inside the chimney. The smell already makes me famished.
"So, why did you plan to be absent?" I asked as I traced my fingertips to his chest.
"Well, I plan to make more babies with you."
I scoffed at him.
"I already filled this," he reached my tummy. "Many semen from last night and today. I am sure that it'll make at least two soccer teams of babies."
"I can't have that inside me!"
