95|Bonus Chapter

~Jake~

I told myself not to cry. I told myself crying makes me weak, and the fact that my friends teased me that entire day, saying that I was a crybaby, annoyed me to hell.

I couldn’t help it. She was damn beautiful that day. I found it hard to believe how lucky I am to be waiting for her at the altar. The moment she entered the church holding Damien’s arm, wearing the dress as white as snow, it made her tanned skin stand out.

That day is still vivid in my head. How that strapless gown hugged her upper body down to her waist as the skirt flowed while she walked to where I waited. It’s a magical moment. The images of us together slipped into my head like a fast-forward play of a movie.

“Dad!” The sound of little balls of energy running down the stairs of our house pulled my eyes from gazing at our wedding picture, preparing myself for impact. “Dada!”

Althea, our eldest, who is turning five next month, jumped in my arms from the fourth step, giggling when I caught her with ease. She has the eyes of her mother, and hair as pale as mine. I can see the fire in her eyes, something she inherited from her mother’s side as well.

“Dada…” J.J. pouted, climbing on the sofa behind me, raising his little hands up. He’s two years younger than Althea, but he’s a handful at times. I told Bobbie not to name him after me because I was afraid he’d turn out to be a headache. She insisted, though, seeing my eye color reflecting in his hues the moment he opened his eyes. I knew I was a handful growing up. My mother never forgets to remind Bobbie and me every time she’d have dinner over.

Shifting Althea on my right side, I picked up J.J. from the couch and carried them both to the kitchen, where the aroma of sweet waffles and pancakes was coming from.

“Handsome,” Bobbie glanced over her shoulder, too busy flipping our breakfast from the fan. “Coffee?”

I put Althea and J.J. in their seats, giving them their glasses of milk before turning to wrap my arms around Bobbie’s four-month baby bump. “Let me do that for you.”

“You’re sweaty,” Bobbie giggled when I kissed her shoulder, gliding my lips through the slender columns of her neck. She had her inky hair tied in a messy bun, while the spaghetti-strapped dress she was wearing gave me good access to her skin.

I’ve just finished my morning run. I got a bit caught up chatting with my brother, who lives next door, and Bobbie beat me to make breakfast again.

“Eww, Dad,” Althea faked a sound of puking, making Bobbie and I laugh loudly.

This has been our daily routine for the last six years since our wedding. After learning that she was pregnant with Althea, Bobbie gave up her crazy liking for dangerous stunts and became a housewife. We moved back here to Santa Barbara, and Damien gifted us this beach house. Bobbie sold her grandparents’ house and donated the money to charity. That place holds many memories of her childhood. Some are pretty, and some will remain gloomy, but it’s all behind us now. We’re creating new ones; that’s one of my promises to her.

I didn’t mainly give up on my football career; only now, I work as a coach for the school football team while I manage the Bunker. Michael had to move to L.A. to oversee the newly opened branch there. Jack visits from time to time, patiently teaching me everything I had to know about business.

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“Do you remember the first day we met?” seated on the balcony of our room, drinking tea while gazing up at the starry night, Bobbie mumbled, leaning closer to me for warmth.

I grabbed the neatly folded blanket on my side, draping it over her cold shoulder, wrapping my arms around her tightly. “You, running from that little creature?”

She giggled, nodding. “We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?”

I sighed. “It feels like everything happened just yesterday. Except that you’re on your way in giving me the third member of my football team.”

Bobbie gasped, pushing away from me, blinking her eyes rapidly as the blanket dropped on the couch.

“What?” I asked innocently.

“A football team?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “okay. A basketball team then.”

She slapped my shoulder playfully; I faked hurt, rubbing where she hit me. “I can’t even handle three annoying brats, and you want to add more?”

“Wait, the third brat hasn’t come out yet….” I inquired, confused, but then I realized she included me in those brats she counted. “Hey, I’m a good boy.”

She huffed, crossing her arms above her cute baby bump. “No, you’re not.”

“Am too…” I said with a pout, scooting closer to her, kissing her cheeks. “I’ll buy you a new vase tomorrow.” She was still mad at us for breaking the vase she brought from Athens. I was teaching J.J. to kick a football after breakfast when I suddenly hit it too hard, smashing the vase instead. I got an earful of lectures from her, to not teach our kids to play ball in the living room.

“That vase is a wedding gift!” she hissed, pulling away from my hold.

“It’s just a vase, Bee.” I groaned.

Here we go again. I remember when Bobbie was pregnant with Althea; she asked me to buy her strawberry-flavored ice cream in the middle of the night. I drove to town just to buy her one. When I returned and handed the ice cream pint to her, she didn’t like the smell and told me that I had bought the wrong flavor.

It was an awful and painful experience until her third trimester. She would cry over silly things, and I always had to ask mom for advice. Now her tantrums are back again. Good thing that it only happens when she’s with me and not in front of our kids.

“How can you say that?” she snarled. “It's a gift, Jake!”

When her hormones are flaring like this, there was only one thing that could calm her down. And I’m fucking down for it.

“Come on, Bee,” I forced my arms around her waist, scooping her in my lap, careful not to hurt her at the same time. “I’m sorry for breaking that stupid vase. Let me make it up to you.”

I didn’t give her time to utter a word, knowing well that it’ll only prolong this conversation. Instead, I crushed my lips on her sweet mouth, silencing her, devouring her sweet lips.

Bobbie smiled against my kiss. I knew this trick would work. There was never just a kiss between us when we were alone. Having sex with her while she’s pregnant is so damn satisfying. The glint in her eyes tells me that she’s down for it.

She giggled when I carried her inside the room, laying her gently on the bed.

“Do you promise?” she moaned when I began undoing the buttons of her dress, taking my leisure time, enjoying her body.

“Promise.” I kissed her lips once more. “Now, more making babies and less talking.”

“I’m already pregnant, Jake,” she groaned, giggling.

“Yeah?” I pulled back, taking her with me to push her dress off of her shoulder, leaving her sexy body for my consumption. “Is it possible to, you know, have another baby inside you… like twins?”

She rolled her eyes, fisting the hem of my shirt. “And you say you’re a good boy?”

I chuckled, pushing her back on the bed, hovering over her, mindful not to crush her beneath me. “I’m your bad boy, baby….”

~Fin~

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And that’s a wrap, Loves. I hope you enjoyed this journey with Bobbie and Jake. Thank you again for the love and support you’ve given this story. Till next time ;)

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