Chapter 10: chapter 10

AMELIA’S POV       I remember keeping the card in the car console and I totally forgot that it was there.  But, in my defense, I really thought that it was a visiting card to his office not that I knew that he would have an office like this.        Did he trick me?  Maybe.  But that day the only thing I had in mind was to go home as soon as possible.         I looked at Zach again and I felt like another storm was brewing.       “Did you look at the card when you got it?”  He asked.       “Nope.”        He glanced back at the card in my hand again and narrowed his eyes.  Oh.  I rolled my window down and threw it down.  Littering in front of my house is bad, but I would discard it after we come back from breakfast.  If we go to breakfast first.       But I think Zach was satisfied enough when I threw it, I guess he didn’t want that thing in my hands.  Fine by me.          “I wanna go,”  Gia whined from the backseat, which put us into motion as Zach started the van.       “where are we going?”        “To your favorite breakfast joint.”        My smile had just gotten bigger, he grabbed my hand and placed it in his thigh.  I couldn’t deny how happy I was that he was doing this for me.  Maybe I am selling myself short but I couldn’t help but enjoy the burst of giddiness and I am back to my teenage years where I was the happiest in my life.  I still couldn’t believe I snagged myself a guy who is not only sweet but is also supportive of everything I do.        My mom would have been so happy to meet him and she would also tease me about getting myself a professor and seducing him.  She would have not been wrong.  Nowadays when I think about my mom there is only warm feelings and a tinge of sadness that she was not here to share our lives like she was meant to.          I take out my phone and see that I got many message.          First, I opened my dad’s text.          Papa: Happy birthday, my girl.  If I was there, I would hug you and tell you how proud I am, of the woman you have become.  I love you, Amelie, have a great day and I can’t wait till I meet you again!!  Make your old man happy and tell me that you are pregnant again.          I laughed with a choked noise and dashed the tear which was about to fall down.  I missed my dad and to read this text, I imagined how he would be sitting in his chair, with his phone up near his face, and texting this.  Gosh, this is going to be an emotional roller coaster.  I have to video call him soon.       “Babe?”  Zach called.        “Nothing.  Just opening texts.  My dad wants us to have another baby.”  I laughed at his expression.           We wouldn’t be able to handle another child even if we wanted to.  I talked to Zach about having my tube tied but he struck down the idea immediately.  He said that he didn’t want either of us to do any changes to our bodies, and if we get pregnant again, that means he would have an extra child to spoil.  But my guess is that he likes seeing me pregnant and in his house.        Some alpha bullshit he spouts.  But to be honest I don’t want to do anything that would permanently stop us from getting pregnant again, because we wouldn’t know what the future holds for us and if either of us got the urge to make another baby I don’t want to disappoint.  And moreover, I like kids except for the part where I have to carry them for nine months with sickness.       “We are here.”  He announced and I glanced at the busy family breakfast shop with interest.  I am hungry and I am ready to eat.         With the help of the restaurant provided us with high chairs for the kids, we sit in a corner so that we wouldn’t be too much of a hassle.  Zach went to order as I settled Riya in my lap and fed her from her nipple bottle.         Zach came back with some crayons and paper and he gave them to the kids.  I smiled as Theo colored the paper in different colors while talking to himself.          “You know what?”  Zach asked out of the blue.       “Hmm?”  I turned my head to look at him.  He picked up Riya when he sat down and now, she was sleeping on his chest.           “I will give you massages.”        “You are still thinking that?”  I asked exasperated.  “Please, forget about that damn card.  He would have just given me his only card, and remember, Gia, is best friends with this guy’s son.”  I reminded him.          He winced and scratched his beard, which he seemed to grow out into a stubble.  He always cleans shaves because of work and I like this beard too much to not let him shave for another week.  Mmm.  I could almost feel its scratchy undertone between my legs.            “That’s what I am thinking.  I don’t want Gia to be with—”         “Stop right there.”  I totally forgot we were talking about the Gerald guy.  “You don’t want to go there right now.  First of all, James is a kid and he doesn’t define what his father does, and second of all being a masseur is not that bad.”        “I, shit, I didn’t mean it that way but..”       “But nothing.  Just let kids be kids don’t stuff your inhibitions on them.”        “Yeah, you are probably right.”  He relented.  Finally.        Our waiter deposited the foods in our table and when I went to take the cereal bowls so that I could place them near the kids, Zach stopped me.        “Today, just take care of yourself.  I will take care of the kids.”         Even though it is tough to let go, I manage somehow.  I first take a sip of my coffee and start with a breakfast wrap which was stuffed with bacon and eggs which was delish.  I took the waffles and drenched it in syrup and took a satisfying bite.  Zach was talking about one of his ex-co-workers and how he wanted to kill that man.        Breakfast went with all smiles and giggles.  Zach completed his sandwich and his coffee and flagged the waiter and sent some signal in his hand.  I narrowed my eyes but left it at that because he would have just wanted to pay.         I wiped the kids' faces, even with Zach’s protest, and made them non-sticky.  Because it was worse than getting a blown diaper.  Come to think of it, I think both are worse.        The same waiter brings in a muffin with a single lit candle on top of it.  I looked back at Zach and he gestured for me to blow it.      “I already had my birthday cake,”  I said.       “But my wife can’t have enough cake and wishes, so, blow the candle and make a wish.”      With a smile on my face, I blew the candle with a second wish of the day.…….         We burned the extra energy by going to a park with the kids and they loved playing with the dogs.  We got straight home as the kids started getting fuzzy.           After putting the kids in the playroom, I got back to the living room to find Zach gone.          “Zach?”  I yelled.        “In here.”  He yelled back from the kitchen.          Curious, I went.  He was holding the damned card again.        “Did you seriously pick the card back up from the street?”  I asked incredulously.        “Maybe but, I am just going to microwave it.”  He said and opened the microwave’s door.        “Seriously?”  I cried, and plucked the card from him and tore it into two before throwing it into the dustbin.  “Are you planning to set the house on fire?”       He had his face in this adorable scowl.          “I just didn’t want it in front of our house.”         “Forget about that, Zach.  I am not going in for a massage and James’ dad is not hitting on me.  Even if he is, you should not care.”  I raised one of my eyebrows in defiance.  He finally nodded and took himself a water bottle from the fridge but turned back to me with a bright smile on his face.      “What?”  I asked with a laugh.        “You want a massage from me?”         “Is that a euphemism for something else?”         “If you want it to be.”  He said coyly.          I laughed and promptly squeaked as he threw me across his shoulder and bounced his way up the stairs.        “The kids,”  I yelled with a giggle.       “They can manage their own for a few minutes.”        “Few minutes?”  I questioned with a huge ass grin.  “I don’t think massages last for that short or anything else for that matter.”       “Smartass.”  He sniped with a slap to my ass.        Guess, I would get a nice massage, indeed.…….        I woke up to kisses against my stomach and I stretched on the bed as the sheets slipped further to my hips baring my top half.  Zach’s open-mouthed kisses got to me and without even opening my eyes, I groaned.          “What time is it?”          “Too early.”  He rasped indicating he too woke up just now.           “Mmm.”  I moaned as he took one of my nipples in his mouth and turned towards him to push his lips against mine.  My brain started working halfway through tho.       “The kids?”         I just now remembered that if he had slept too, the kids would have been in the playroom the whole time.  Shit.  I tried to scramble up but Zach’s big arm landed on my waist to stop me from moving.          “Don’t worry.  My sister has the kids.”        “What?  When did that happen?”  Did I sleep that long?  I twisted my head to look at the clock and see it had been three hours since we came up here.         “Nope.  I texted her when we were at the restaurant.”  He answered and continued to kiss my neck.          “Okay, then.  You planned everything, ah?”          “Obviously.  It’s your birthday and I want it to be memorable because I have even more surprises so you.”      “Even if you didn’t do anything it would be memorable for me.”  I started and brought him close by his ears and captured his mouth in mine.  Guess, it's time for round two.  …….       After some homemade lunch, I replied to some more texts from my colleagues wishing for my birthday.  Mia went to her home with the kids so we were the only two in the house.  Zach was still eating his lunch and I was thinking about the new job offer he got.       I don’t think I’m mad at him anymore just sad that he chose not to say anything to me.       “Zach, can I ask you something?”        “Sure, baby.”             “What job offer did you get?”       His eyes fly to mine and snags there.         “I… uh, I got an offer from Pittsburgh law University.”       “Uni?”  I croaked.       “Yes, someone gave some type of recommendation for me and with my experience in the field they want me to join in for a permanent position as a professor.”       Am I hearing this right?  Did he just said that he got his dream job back?…..- vv 🖤💫……Don’t forget to comment and to give your ratings and do follow me! 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