(From Blue's Perspective)
"Is this the perfect spot?" I asked as I was sitting on Dem's back, massaging his shoulder.
"You can press harder. I am not jelly, you know," he said.
After we ca back, I decided to give Dem a massage. He had other plans, so I made him lie on his stomach, so he would not be able to do anything else. I was tired and I had to take a shower twice as Dion vomited on . First, he did it when we were still in that place. I took a shower after coming back. And right after the shower when I fed him, he threw up on again.
He even giggled after that as if he was very proud of what he did. Your next chapter is on My Virtual Library Empire
"You should stop making those sounds then…," I said.
"What sounds?" he asked in an amused tone. He was clearly making fun of .
"You know what I an."
"I don't. Care to explain, my Queen?"
"You are just being… lewd," I said.
"It just feels good when you do it. That's why. I don't know what you are talking about. Lewd? I am just expressing how good it feels," he said, his voice oddly serious.
"You are always so…"
He chuckled. He just loved to tease all the ti. Because I said no to his advances, he was now trying a different thod to make change my mind.
"The date was overall good today," I said, trying to change the subject. I was truly not in the mood to do anything intimate today. Giving him a massage was fine, but more than that, I was just not up to that.
"Until our son decided it was a great ti to puke on his mother," Dem said. "But it was still pretty good. I liked the food today, like honestly."
"I know, right? It was really good! I haven't had sothing like that good in a while," I said. "Don't let our chef know that. The poor guy is going to get hurt."
"He needs to try harder. We don't pay him for no reason."
"Of course, but we can't be like we don't like your food and we like that one woman's food, so you should you try to make food like her."
"Or better than her. We can obviously say that to him. Like, we are paying him for a reason, right? So, what's wrong with that?"
I sighed. It was not possible for to make this man understand what was wrong with it and why we should not do it. I had tried many tis to make him understand what we should do and what we should not. But his mind just worked in a very different way.
It was not like our chef cooked really bad. His foods were the best food I had eaten until I tasted this woman's dishes. They were just way too good.
"I hope Dion sleeps through the night. I really want us to be together and alone for a while," he said.
"It's always the three of us now. And after a few months, it's gonna be four of us. It will be really hard for us to be alone. I don't think we should think about it that way. We just have to believe that kids are gonna cry and invade our privacy, so when we get so little ti, it's gonna feel like the golden hour of life."
"I felt just that when Dion was sick and finally slept for three hours at a stretch without crying. That was the best feeling. I felt like I could breathe finally," he said. "Not gonna lie, the sound of kids' crying is kinda awful. It gives a headache."
I slapped him on the butt playfully. He groaned as if he was in pain and then we both burst out laughing.
"You think so too, don't you?" Dem asked, between his laughs.
"No kidding. It does give a headache," I laughed.
"It is particularly bad when you are having a bad day already."
"I know, right? The other day, I was really stressed. And Dion was crying too much that exact day. It was like he knew Mommy was having a bad day and so he was like- let's not let Mommy have a break. He is cute though. I get slightly annoyed, but then I look at his face, all my frustration is gone.
I love him. He is too little and beautiful."
"I tend to get a little overwheld when he looks at like he knows who I am and when he sleeps in my arm. I am responsible for him, I know, because I am his father, but when the known fact is represented in his actions, I get overwheld."
"I understand. It's alright to feel that way. I also feel it. It's like… I always wonder- will it last forever? It will be like this, right?"
I got a bad feeling these days, but talking to Dem made my head feel lighter. I felt better than before and could even relax properly.
Actually, after that incident in the bathroom, I was always worried about Dion's safety. I always feared soone was going to hurt my precious child. The thought was unsettling, but also sothing that I could not just ignore. He was my son. There was no way there would be no one who would not try to hurt him.
Dem also did sothing similar to the children of the King of Mazazine. It was brutal. Cruel. But morality did not have any place among the rulers. If soone showed morality once, they beca the target of others, as the others would consider them to be weak.
If my husband could do it to soone's children, why could soone not do that to my son as well?
I felt sick when he told about it. But I could not prevent it. Now, I could. I would never let him do sothing like that before. He might not have the moral not to do it, but I did. To , it was a very disgusting thing to attack children.
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