I noticed that as much as my mind raged, my dick was happy as fuck. I couldn’t seem to get the message through to him that she was the enemy because even as I reminded myself of all the reasons I should hate her, he was recalling what it felt like to be inside her again. Semi-hard ready, and willing. What a douche.* * *GISELLE* * *I laid in bed long after Calen had left, wondering about what comes next. I felt embarrassed and ashamed of my actions and the way I’d tricked him again. When I first woke up and found him leaning over me, I was still caught up in the dream I was having of him and I and the baby together. In the dream, he’d forgiven me, and there was no animosity between us.
So when I opened my eyes and saw him there, so close, my mind played tricks on me. But by the time he lowered his head to mine, I was fully aware that it was no dream, but still, I went along with it, pretending. It’s hard for me to feel guilty though, when my body still burns from his loving.
I rolled and buried my heated face in the pillow as my mind replayed every second of every moment that he’d been here with me. Not even on our honeymoon did we make love that often or that vigorously, I might add. Calen has always been gentle with me, though sometimes we’d get a little carried away, he was always careful. Now I know that he’d been holding back. Because that hunger I felt in him was new.
I blushed at the scent of sex in the room. If anyone comes in here, which I’m sure the maids will at some point today, they will most definitely know what went on in here. I’d leaked all over the sheets. As I rolled in the opposite direction, my eyes landed on the playpen across the room, where our son was still fast asleep.
From the light coming through the window, I knew that it would soon be time for him to wake up, so even as my eyes drifted shut, I told myself I’d only take a quick nap and be up before the baby. It was my last thought before I fell into a deep slumberous dream with Calen looming over me, in me, and all around me.* * *I woke sometime later in a fog. I was sore between my thighs, but my body felt rested. I rolled onto my back as I got myself together, then came fully awake and sat up in bed. The baby was gone, and the sun was way up in the sky. A look at my watch said noon, but that couldn’t be right. It has been years since I’d slept this late.
I jumped out of bed and hurried to the private bath that came with this room. Where is the baby? No doubt, his father has him. But what must Calen think of me sleeping in this late? No doubt he’d use this against me. I rushed through my shower, not even taking time to wash my hair, just dragged a brush through it when I was done and pulled on the same clothes I’d worn the day before.
I rushed from the room and almost ran into one of the household staff, who was making her way to my room with a tray. “Oh, you’re awake, I was just about to bring you lunch.”
“Where’s my baby?” I didn’t even look at the food on the tray. Until I saw my son, I couldn’t eat a bite. I was already imagining Calen halfway around the world with my son.
“He’s with his father in the nursery. Everything has been delivered and set up.” I rushed away before she could finish speaking. Even though the nursery was right next door, the rooms in the mansion are so large that the door was a good few feet away still.
I rushed through the door and came to a full stop at the look Calen gave me. I expected the glare to turn into a sneer any minute, but he just looked away, which was even worst. I wanted to hold my baby after my mini scare but was too chicken to approach. “Did he eat?” Fine time to think about that. I’m making all the wrong moves here, giving Calen enough ammunition to find me unfit and take my son away from me.
“Yes, mom told me what he could have, and the chef made him mashed potatoes and strained peas for lunch, after I put him on your tit again.” my face went up in flames. I must’ve been really out of it this time to have slept through the whole thing.
I kept my eyes on my son, who seemed content to lay back against his father’s chest as he tried eating his toes. Words cannot express how horrible I felt at the fact that he didn’t even seem to miss me. Then he looked over at me and that smile so like his father’s split across his face, and I felt all the love I held for this little being well up inside me.