Jonas smiled while Sierra deposited kisses on his neck, descending to his chest, "Sierra, are you sure?" The man asked, eyes still closed.
"I'm feeling good right now, andㅡ," she climbed on top of the man, "there's no risk I'm already pregnant, so," she leaned forward to kiss him.
It was rare, Sierra wasn't one to instigate sex, but things changed in the last week. The woman was on fire, and strangely enough, they had the best sex sessions ever. Sierra effectively ticked off every box on the I-am-pregnant happening events.
While the couple got down, Leone opened his eyes to find the bars on his bed up. The boy took the habit of coming down and going to his parent's bedroom. Rufus posted at the door, also woke up, and accompanied his enterprises daily. There the boy was stuck; they did it on purpose. Mama was odd these days. The scheme was her for sure, "Rufu."
"Woof," the dog barked and entered his room. Leone patted his head through the bars and sat. He could wait while his dog was there. Rufus was Leone's guardian and friend. Knowing he slept in front of the door reassured. The nightmares of Cecile's death were replaced by dreams where he ran and played with his dog.
And when he woke at night, he called the dog's name. One bark was enough to get Leone back to sleep. Rufus, why can't you lower these bars? The boy thought. The dog gave him an apologetic stare and let out a whine as if he heard.
In the meantime, Sierra was on all fours while Jonas behind thrust at a steady pace. Unaware of the Gauthiers' latest ploy, Sierra discovered she highly appreciated the moment she got the best out of her husband. Jonas also enjoyed morning sex, where he could give his all, as opposed to the night, where a day's work made him lazy.
Sierra began to pant, and they switched positions for a side-by-side. They loved to end it with an intimate pose, one they could be face to face and eye to eye to see each other access their pleasure realm.
They were more comfortable with one another. Thus new experiences were on the menu. Here they opted for positions both knew were not too demanding for Sierra but gave her what she needed. There it wasn't one, but two orgasms.
"Jonas," Sierra whispered while she came, her fingers caressing his hair as she pulled him closer.
A succession of pulsating breaths followed, heating the space between their shoulders as the man finished his course just in time to hear, "papa, pa-pa."
Yes, his father was the breakfast man. Mama now specialized in sleeping; if Leone wanted his porridge, his father was the best option.
Jonas barely had time to recuperate his breath or savor the instant. He immediately sprung out of bed to put on his pajama bottoms. He kissed Sierra on the forehead and left the room.
Within four steps, the bliss evaporated, bringing Jonas back to square one on the stress board. Sex allowed the man to escape and forget the issues that preoccupied him for a short moment. Now reality knocked again.
He attempted to tell Sierra about the Gauthiers, but her health stopped him. He had read enough to know the first trimester of pregnancy was a moment of uncertainty.
Risks were high, and Jonas privileged safety as he had no idea how Sierra would take the news but the effects it could have on her. No matter how he looked at things, the past month was not a good moment.
Sierra got up. She definitely felt better. The second trimester stood around the corner, and Sierra hoped everything would go like that morning. She went to the bathroom to freshen up before joining her husband and son.
Hmm, look at this mama, waking up late, as usual, the boy thought as he munched his porridge.
Sierra carressed his head, "mon bébé."
Huh, don't you, mon bébé, me. Still, Leone smiled; oh, what the heck, it's mama. One can't hold a grudge against her.
Sierra sat down; her breakfast was slightly different. Ginger tea replaced coffee. According to Sigrid, it would help her upset stomach, a little omelet, toast, and kiwi. It was too much, but Sierra nibbled here and there for the baby's sake.
The woman didn't even have the time to enjoy her husband's coffee aroma as she watched Jonas gulp down his coffee and omelet.
"Going somewhere?"
"I've got an important appointment. I'll be back in two hours."
"Okay."
The words played on repeat every morning of the last month. The Moder Yord store project turned into a possible franchise project that stressed the man and demanded a lot of his attention.
"Sorry, I won't be long," Jonas got up and went to get ready. He left shortly after.
Sierra tidied up, bathed Leone herself, and began her translations.
She then played with Leone before telling him to clean up his room. The sound of the opening door alerted the woman who went to see herㅡ.
"Jacob."
Sierra couldn't believe her brother stood in the hallway. The woman didn't seek to know how or why he was there.
It was apparent Jonas wished to surprise her. The intention went straight to the heart.
Jonas had many out-of-office appointments where neither his siblings nor team knew where he went. No one told Sierra, who struggled. She had to be of the lot who lived all the lousy stages of pregnancy.
Morning sickness, tiredness, and everlasting desire to pee, the only thing she escaped were the mood swings which was a plus for Jonas just as her bosom. It was impressive to see the evolution. His eyes relished the sight while his hands the sensation. How he wished Sierra could keep her voluptuous breasts even though the woman warned him they would probably end up sagging after birth with the breastfeeding.
Sierra held back from telling Jacob about her pregnancy on the phone, thinking they would leave for Paris soon.
A month later, the voyage was still on stand-by. Jonas couldn't take Sierra to Paris, but at least he could bring Jacob to her. For the first time since Jonas knew the Lennox siblings, he saw them hug.
"I feel like it's been forever. You've got a new style and all," Jacob said while he touched her twists.
"Odile says it's a good protective style that doesn't strain the edges."
"Odile?"
"She's a friend," Sierra said as they entered the living room.
"Where's Leone?"
"He's tidying his room."
"What?"Jacob laughed at what sounded absurd at first hand.
"Come," they walked further down the hall and watched Leone from the door.
The boy picked up the Teddy bears and placed them together. At the same time, Rufus picked up other toys and dropped them from his mouth on the same spot as the boy.
"Gosh, this deserves a video," Jacob whispered.
"He's so like his father."
Jonas always cleaned up behind himself. He not only rubbed off on his son, Sierra, too found cleaning immediately was less a chore than when all mounted.
"Leone."
The boy looked about.
Uncle cobbs, yay; Leone threw what he held and ran to his uncle.
"Wow, little man," Jacob said, scooping and tossing him up, "you've grown and this hair."
Leone's blonde hair was now shoulder length. His curl pattern seemed to loosen.
"He doesn't want to cut it. Scissors Leone," Jonas pretended to snip around his head with his fingers.
"Pas ciseaux, papa," Leone retorted, pushing away his father's hand.
The boy's personality was defining itself every day. He was of the silent type with a strong will. Leone kept his conversations for Rufus, who would just lay down and let his master's word record play. Most of the time, Leone was in his world observing.
"How are things in Paris?" Sierra asked as they returned to the living room.
"Same old. Everyone is asking about you," Jacob replied as he sat with Leone on his lap.
Sierra looked at Jonas before saying, "I'm sorry we were supposed to come, but Jonas has a lot of work, and Iㅡem, ㅡI haven't been well enough to travel."
"Why, what's wrong?" Jacob's stare switched to his brother-in-law.
"I wanted to tell you in person."
"What?"
"We're having a baby."
Jacob blinked, "are you serious?"
Sierra nodded.
"No, really? Jonas, she isn't playing me, right?" Jacob asked.
"No, Jacob."
"Congratulations. How many months are you on?"
"I'm entering the second trimester," Sierra replied.
"And are you okay?"
"ㅡEm, it's not a vacation."
"I can't believe it. You're still running about wearing diapers and comb in your hair with dad tailing you in my mind."
"Jacob, please," Sierra said, shying away from the embarrassing memory.
The man who thought his heart couldn't throb stronger than on Sierra's wedding day was breathless, "Jonas, you guys sure know how to spice one's life." Jacob's gaze switched from either one, "I'm so happy for you."
They had come a long way. Sierra's and Jonas's story was living proof that true love existed. It was beautiful to see.