Climax
Part 9
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The next morning, Suze had woken up, finding herself alone in bed. Suze sighed. She hated it when he did that. She loves to feel his warmth every morning when his arms are wrapped around her waist.
Suze, steadily, got off the bed while carrying her and her baby's weight. Sometimes Suze felt like a large sumo wrestler, and there was a time when she almost fell. Luckily, Edward came right in front of her in time to catch her. She hoped that Stanley would still be in bed, ready to carry her off her feet. She cursed herself for mixing reality with fairy tales.
Suze walked over to the mirror and stood in front of it. She groaned as she stared at her big self and her now imperfect body structure. All her old curves were gone. She couldn't wait until this baby came out so she could exercise and have her old body back.
Suze went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and then she took a nice shower that she wanted to share with Stanley but he still hadn't shown himself upstairs in their room and Suze didn't plan on going downstairs looking messy, and smelly.
After she was done, Suze took her light purple plus size morning gown from the hanger and slipped it on.
She plopped down each step until she reached her destination. She found her husband, only in a pair of black boxers, drinking coffee from a mug and reading a newspaper. Suze admired her husband's godly body from a distance; as if she didn't get enough from last night.
Stanley took another sip of his coffee before looking at the beauty away from him. He gave her a smirk and his wife blushed deeply. He wanted to make Suze feel loved last night and he just found out that he did a great job.
"Good morning," Stanley greeted.
"Morning," Suze replied. Suze approached him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading for the refrigerator.
"Why didn't you stay in bed with me?" Suze questioned.
"I couldn't sleep, and I was getting hungry," Stanley answered. "I'm sorry that I didn't wait for you."
"It's okay." Suze grabbed a carton of orange juice and shut the refrigerator. Then she took a glass cup from the dish washer. She filled the cup with orange juice all the way to the top and put the carton back in its place.
"Do you want me to whip something up for you?" Stanley offered.
"I'm fine."
"I'll make you some eggs and bacon. I know you like 'em extra crispy," Stanley taunted, and Suze sighed, giving up.
"Fine. But I want chocolate chip pancakes too."
"Blueberry. You ate too much chocolate yesterday," Stanley said.
"I did not," Suze, childishly, disagreed.
"Then what else could have made you so hipper last night?" Stanley teased, making Suze blush again. "I swear Suze. If you were even more hipper than you were last night I would have had scars all over my body then just the scars on my back."
"They're not scars, they're hickeys," Suze clarified. "And second, I don't give you scars. Those scars are battle scars and the only reason why you haven't treated them with cream for them to go away because you claim it makes you look sexy."
"Well it does," Stanley defended. "And battle scars are permanent for your information, well, at least mine are."
Suze rolled her eyes. "Whatever, baby."
"Yeah, whatever baby," Stanley repeated, trying to annoy his wife.
"Sorry to interrupt but I heard you guys and I thought that I could join you two for breakfast," the perky, voice said. Stanley immediately knew who it was and he wasn't happy. He couldn't believe that his parents let her stay with us. Apparently, her designer tour to Paris was "cancelled", and she needed a place to stay for a while until the tour cleared up and was able to run again. This was just apart of her plan. Stanley didn't have time for her games.
"Of course you can join us. Right, Stanley?" Suze said, and nudged Stanley.
"Right, of course you can," Stanley mumbled, not enthusiastic.
Suze frowned at him, not understanding his sudden change in mood.
Mona took a seat at one of the high kitchen chairs by the counter. She flashed Stanley a smile and flashed Suze a fake one. Oh how she despised her. But no worries, Mona thought. It won't be long until my beloved Stanley was back with whom he belonged to.
Stanley did not smile back and took another look at Mona. He didn't approve of her outfit. She was only wearing a black Victoria Secret bra with a pair of black booty shorts to match. Was that supposed to turn him on? Well it kind of did. It was too hard for him to not notice her huge bosoms, but that didn't mean that he preferred those bons bons rather than his wife's. He was perfectly fine with his wife's round identical twins.
Mona stared at his sexy ex-boyfriend. His god built body was so tempting and she would have been willing to have him any day, any where.
"So what's for breakfast?" Mona asked.
And when Suze noticed that Stanley didn't say anything back and just went straight to the stove, Suze said, "Eggs, bacon, and chocolate chip pancakes."
"Blueberry," Stanley corrected as he got the batter mix from the bottom left drawer.
"Whatever," Suze muttered.
"Sounds good. Do you need any help Stanley?" Mona offered.
"No," Stanley said sternly.
Suze sent Stanley an unapproved glare. She was just being nice to him, Suze thought. What was his problem?
"Stanley, honey, maybe Mona could help you with the pancakes. You will need to make a bunch for the whole family anyway. When two people work together, things go way faster," Suze told Stanley.
"Fine," Stanley muttered and looked at Mona. "You make the pancakes and I do the eggs and bacon, alright?"
"It's a date," Mona joked, and Stanley's mood change increased.
Suze laughed, thinking that what Mona said was funny. "I have to go get dressed. It will only take a few minutes." Suze said before going back upstairs.
Stanley didn't say a word to Mona and surprisingly, Mona didn't say a word to him as she began making the pancakes and adding the blueberry. Stanley cracked the eggs and its filling was pured on the pan and was being fried along the side of the bacon.
But when Mona was putting away the batter mix she accidentally tipped over the mix, dropping some of it on Stanley's chest.
"Oops," Mona giggled. "Let me help you,"
Mona was about to place her hands on Stanley's chest but Stanley grabbed them.
"It's fine. I don't need your help." Stanley hissed, and took a table cloth, wiping off the mix.
"Try telling your wife that," Mona said.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You let her control you. Tell you what to do, nag you around." Mona added.
"She doesn't control me. I am the Chief of Staff. Do you think I like being ordered around?" Stanley said. "I love my wife and if she wants something, I will give it to her, and if she wants me to do something, I will do it because I love her." Stanley dragged the word love for Mona's dissatisfaction.
"So you're saying that she's a gold digger," Mona replied.
"No!" Stanley roared.
"Stanley, what's going on?" Suze asked, coming back to the kitchen, wearing a plain white T-shirt, and gray sweat pants. She planned to go walking this morning and maybe some running, if the baby would let her.
Mona looked at her, distastefully. What is she wearing? Mona thought. What did Mona expect her to be wearing? A million dollar dress and a pair of six inch heels. She's pregnant for God's sake.
"Nothing, Suze," Mona said before Stanley could speak. "By mistake I got some flour and mix on Stanley's chest."
Suze shook her head, smiling. "Stanley, is that why you yelled no? Oh, you could be such a baby sometimes," Suze commented.
Stanley wanted to tell what really happened and what Mona intended to do, but he shut his mouth, through the whole time they ate breakfast together. He didn't want to hurt his wife, and he wouldn't have to tell her. He could take care of Mona himself.
Author's Note
I am sorry for not updating sooner but I hope you liked this fill-in chapter. I thank you all for supporting this book.
Part 9 is dedicated to @Andreaxo for the Climax banner.
Demi Lovato plays as Suze Hamilton.