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Jennifer.
“Honey, thank God you left the hospital! Now I can take care of you properly,” Tomas said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. “Just stay in the hotel for a few days until I can find a new home for us. We’ll start our new family together. I promise to make you happy every single day, every moment, from the moment your toes step into our new house.” He leaned in and kissed my cheeks, my hands, and my forehead softly, showering me with love and affection. His kisses felt like a gentle embrace, as if he were wrapping me in a cocoon of tenderness. I looked at him, my eyes filled with a playful challenge, a ‘wait for my punishment’ look, the corners of my pink lips curling into a smirk.
I was leering at him, but deep down, I wanted nothing more than to make love to him. The desire surged within me; I felt incredibly horny, just as he seemed to be. I wondered if these feelings were just symptoms of my pregnancy, but they were undeniably intense. I giggled softly, sneaking a peek at him with my right eye, feeling a rush of excitement.
He hugged me tightly, whispering, “Jennifer, I have to go now.” I closed my eyes, anticipating a kiss on my lips. I thought he would lean in and finally connect our mouths, but he just stood there, gazing at me with a bemused expression. Seriously? I was waiting for him, my heart racing with anticipation, and he was just frozen there! But then he burst into laughter, a loud, carefree sound that echoed in the room. I opened my eyes, annoyed to find him mocking my eagerness. I gritted my teeth, groaning, “Are you teasing me, Tomas?”
He patted me on the head like I was a child. “I’m not teasing you, honey. It’s just that you’ve been holding your lips out there for so long. How could I possibly kiss a pregnant woman?” He smirked, enjoying my frustration.
“What?” I groaned, incredulous at his words.
“I’m just kidding, Jennifer. But honestly, it feels a little strange to kiss you or even sleep next to you. I’ve never done it with a pregnant woman before,” he said, teasing me by wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
At that moment, I decided I would make his next few months a living hell for that remark! I pouted my lips and rubbed my chin thoughtfully, before pushing him away. “Then get out of this room right now, Tomas!” I slammed the door in his face and locked it with determination.
“Wait! I was just-” he stuttered from the other side.
“God, Jennifer, I was just teasing you! Maybe pregnancy makes women crazy!” he muttered, and I nearly fell over with laughter, unable to contain myself.
From outside, I heard a voice calling Tomas’ name. “Tomas! She kicked you out of the room!” Jimmy laughed hysterically, clearly amused.
Tomas shouted back, “Don’t start a fight with me, Jimmy! I already ruined the mood of the day!” His frustration was palpable.
“Pregnancy makes women act like witches! So watch out, buddy! Don’t tease her, or she might throw something hard at you! Maybe a knife to cut your neck!” Jimmy mocked, his tone playful yet serious.
“This is not funny at all, Jimmy!” Tomas roared at him, and I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on their banter. They were practically standing right outside my suite door, after all.
Jimmy explained to Tomas in a serious tone, “Huh? Do you think I’m kidding? Just read about it or call the doctor! I’m serious! Be careful! You might need to sleep with a gun under your pillow. Women during this period can turn from sweet and soft to horror and violence!” His warning was meant to get under Tomas’ skin, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Maybe Tomas would think twice before making fun of me again.
“Nice try, Jimmy; that was close!” Tomas chuckled, but I could tell he was feeling a bit nervous.
“Man, I’m serious!” Jimmy hollered, his tone more insistent.
Finally, Tomas called me. I picked up my cell phone, ready to have some fun. “Hey sweetie, what do you want for dinner?” he asked, his voice light and teasing.
“Um, I want ramen!” I replied, giggling.
“What is that?! Is it some kind of noodles with seafood?” he asked, trying to understand my cravings.
“Okay, I will make the chefs in this hotel prepare it for you!” he muttered, sounding confident.
“No! How do I know that it will be the same as real ramen? I’ve never eaten it before!” I yelled, nearly shouting into the phone.
“Honey, so tell me where I can find this ramen?” he asked, clearly confused.
I wanted to torture him a bit mentally; it was just a little lesson for both him and Jimmy. God! Finally, I had someone in my family looking out for me! An older protective brother, too? That was a nice feeling, but I wanted them to be friends as well.
“It’s easy! In Asia. Korea, I guess!” I grinned, enjoying his frustration.
“What? Korea?! How am I supposed to get you a plate of ramen now? Honey, could you please change this ramen craving to something else? I’m asking what you want for dinner, not for breakfast next month. Be reasonable, please!” he begged me sweetly.
“First, it’s ramen, not some ammo. Second, I know that it will be for dinner. If I don’t get my bowl of ramen, I’ll lock myself in this room until I get it or die trying! Got that?!” I screamed and puffed, hanging up the phone dramatically.
About half an hour later, they knocked on the door. “Honey, open up! The ramen is here!” Jimmy called out to me.
I unlocked the door and gazed at both of them, looking them up and down with an exaggerated expression of disgust. “What is this smell?! Do you want to poison me? Or did both of you roll around in the mud?” I raised an eyebrow, smirking at their disheveled appearance.
“It’s the bowl of ramen that smells like Jennifer!” Tomas mumbled, trying to deflect blame.
“And you think I could possibly eat something like that?!” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest defiantly.
“What?! YOU ASKED FOR that disgusting thing!” I frowned, my irritation growing.
“You can eat this! No, both of you can!” I sneered, watching as they both opened their eyes in shock, clearly taken aback.
“Wait! Both of you stay here; I want to change my clothes and choose something for myself from the open buffet!” I commanded, striding into the room.
A few minutes later, I emerged in a very short, wide white dress that flowed around me. Tomas furrowed his eyebrows, his expression a mix of disbelief and concern. “What the hell are you wearing? Do you think that just because you’re pregnant, I’ll allow you to wear something that shows off your creamy, white legs to everyone?!” he huffed, his tone loud and demanding.
“Are you yelling at me now, Tomas?” I replied, grinning devilishly, enjoying the attention.
“Just go and wear something else, or I swear I’ll break your head!” he shouted in frustration, his face a mask of exaggerated anger.
“Um, no,” I flicked my hair and pushed past him and Jimmy, crossing my arms as I raised my hand in the air. “And don’t forget to throw that disgusting ramen away!” I mocked, leaving them both behind.
Once we reached the ground floor, we found a man talking to me, trying to touch my hand. I was about to yell at him when Tomas and Jimmy suddenly surged forward, throwing the bowl of ramen at his face and punching him in the eye.
“See what happened?!” Tomas ground his teeth, looking victorious.
Ignoring him, I walked toward the restaurant to pick out some food. “Tomas, Jimmy! Come over here!” I pointed eagerly.
They came closer to me, and I began to order nearly everything from the buffet. “I want this, and this one! And this too! I want it all!” I laughed, commanding them like a queen.
They exchanged glances, clearly bewildered. “Man, she is not turning into a witch; she’s turning into a 1, 000-pound woman! Is she pregnant with one child or triple?” Jimmy smirked, his face breaking into a wide grin.
“What do you mean, Jimmy? Do you think she has twins? Man, dammit! Even so, she ordered enough food for a family!” Tomas huffed, gasping dramatically.
“Don’t worry, Tomas; she will never eat your arm while you’re sleeping next to her,” Jimmy patted his arm, and I giggled at their banter.
“Don’t tease me! I’m really scared of her; I think I should wait and not propose to her tonight!” Tomas mumbled, a hint of genuine fear in his voice.
“Good,” I muttered, waltzing away like a queen to the table, leaving them to babble about their nonsense.
“No way! You should do it as soon as possible! Look at her; she’s pretty and very rich now. Everyone will do their best to take her from you!” Jimmy warned Tomas, his tone serious.
“Who would even try to do that? I’ll kill him!” Tomas yelled, and I raised my head, catching the way they both smiled widely, awkwardly. Idiots! Did they really think I couldn’t hear their whispers? They were standing barely two inches away from me!
“Okay, she’s pretty. Just go and prepare a perfect night. I’ll stay with her here and do my best to prevent her from walking to the pool,” Tomas said to Jimmy, who huffed in agreement.
“Okay, got that. A perfect romantic royal night at the pool; this is a great idea!” Jimmy winked, walking away with purpose. Tomas ordered the servers to bring a plate from each dish and set them on my table.
“Honey, are you not going to eat?” he glared at me, concern etched on his face.
“I feel so sick, Tomas! I really have no appetite at all. I want some ice cream. I don’t know what’s going on with me. Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones!” I looked frustrated, rubbing my belly as if that would magically solve my discomfort.
“God, thank goodness you didn’t do all of this! It looked like a scary movie, and all the guests were staring at the food!” he muttered, glancing at me. I could see the concern in his eyes.
“I’m so hungry! I don’t want to eat any of this, Tomas!” I made a puppy face, my voice softening to a sweet whisper.
He pulled my chair away and stood up, taking my hand in his. “I will cook for you,” he said confidently, and I couldn’t help but giggle at the thought.
I smiled back at him, my heart fluttering. “Really? Can you cook?”
He cleared his throat, trying to sound serious. “Um, I guess so.”
“What kind of dishes?!” I asked, my eyes lighting up with curiosity.
“Maybe an omelet!” he suggested, raising an eyebrow as if he were a master chef.
I frowned, standing up nervously. “Are you serious? I’m pregnant and starving! I want ice cream now! Go get me some at the pool! And I want a fruit salad, but with Thai fruits!” I exclaimed, bouncing on my feet.
He hugged me tightly, as if trying to soothe my growing impatience. “Honey, come to our room, and I’ll get you everything you want,” he said, kissing my cheeks gently.
“But I want to go to the pool and breathe some fresh air,” I said, furrowing my eyebrows in protest.