ALESSIA
“Are we expecting some visitors?” Claude asked in surprise while adjusting his polo shirt. He was facing the life-sized mirror.
“My sisters and their families are coming,” I replied, turning to my husband. I was seated in front of my dresser and putting on sandals.
“Okay.” Claude faced the mirror again.
“Are you almost ready?” I didn’t look at my husband as I answered. I stood up, and Claude happened to stand in front of me.
He leaned down and brought his face close to my neck. “You smell so good, Sweetpea.”
I raised an eyebrow.
Claude pressed his lips against my ear.
I immediately felt a jolt of electricity. I tried to push my husband away, but he wrapped his hands around my waist, preventing me from moving.
“Claude, what are you doing? The guests will be here soon,” I said, concerned.
“They won’t arrive for a while. You said ten, didn’t you? It’s only nine-thirty,” Claude replied, raising his hand with a watch on it.
I was about to break away from my husband, but Claude quickly brought his hand back to my waist.
“Just a moment, Sweetpea. Just ten minutes,” Claude said before licking the back of my ear.
I bit my lip. I wanted to indulge my husband because we hadn’t done that in a few days. My menstruation had just ended yesterday. But we had guests coming today. I had invited my sisters for a gathering. It had been a year since my husband woke up from his six-month coma.
We had returned to the US. It had been months since Ramiro found Lia. Cali and Francesco’s relationship had also improved. I talked to my sisters almost every day. Yesterday, they informed me that they had arrived in the country and were currently living in one of Francesco’s houses in California. So I invited my sisters to our house to celebrate together.
I even asked my sisters to dress their husbands in dark gray polo shirts to match Claude’s attire. Lia agreed. But Cali said we should all wear matching outfits as sisters too. When Lia agreed, Cali immediately instructed me to buy dresses for the three of us and for our children.
So yesterday, I rushed to the mall. I bought a floral-print dress for the three of us. I had it delivered to my sisters’ house.
Their husbands would surely be surprised when they saw each other later.
“Claude, that’s enough,” I said, trying to stop my husband as he lowered his lips to my neck.
But my husband didn’t pay attention to me. He continued kissing me. I gasped when I felt him gently biting my skin.
“Claude, please! Don’t put a kiss mark on me!”
“Why not, Sweetpea? You’re married anyway. There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said between kisses.
“But we have guests,” I protested.
Claude just laughed and released me. I thought he wouldn’t proceed with his plan. But I was surprised when he suddenly knelt in front of me.
“I’m going to eat you, then you’ll suck me later,” Claude said in a sensual manner.
I narrowed my eyes on my husband. “We can’t do that now. They’re almost here,” I reiterated.
But Claude seemed oblivious, as if he didn’t hear me. He lifted the hem of my dress. But before he could slip his hand inside, we heard a loud car horn.
“Damn it!” Claude exclaimed in frustration.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I took my husband’s hand off the part of my dress he was holding.
Claude stood up as well. He thought we were done. But his eyes widened when I kissed the corner of his lips.
“We’ll do the sixty-nine later, Sweetpea. Don’t forget that,” he said before turning away.
I just sighed. We had done that several times in the past months. But I knew that doggy was my husband’s favorite position.
Thinking about it made me feel a slight warmth between my thighs. If our guests hadn’t arrived, I might have indulged my husband. I also wanted what he was referring to.
When I stepped out of the walk-in closet, my husband was just leaving our room. I thought he was going out. But I smiled when he called me.
“Come on. Let’s go out together,” he said.
Claude grabbed the door handle, and I held onto his arm. As we descended the stairs, Cali greeted us.
“Li’l sister!” she exclaimed, hugging me.
While I was hugging my sister, I noticed Francesco approaching my husband from my peripheral vision.
Cali and I separated when we heard what Francesco said.
“Claude. Why are we wearing the same shirt?”
“I should ask you the same thing,” Cali replied, grinning.
“It’s okay, Francesco. Sia and I are wearing the same dress as well,” Cali said as she approached her husband.
Francesco just scratched his head.
Claude furrowed his brow when I glanced at him. It seemed like he had something to say when the main door suddenly opened. Lia and Ramiro entered.
I greeted Lia and hugged her. Claude shook hands with Ramiro.
“Hey! Why are we in uniform?”
I glanced at Ramiro, who kept looking back and forth between Claude and Francesco.
“You probably orchestrated this, Sweetpea,” Claude teased with a wink.
I just smiled. “It suits you all, doesn’t it?”
Before anyone could react to my comment, we heard shouting.
“Mommy!”
“Mama!”
Everyone turned towards the source of the voices. Sally and Bailey, the twin daughters of Lia and Ramiro, were running towards us. Following them was Malcolm, the son of Cali and Francesco, with Adrian guiding our youngest, Addie.
“Oh, my goodness! Why are you wearing the same clothes?” Ramiro asked in surprise.
“Why not? It looks good on all of us. The men in gray polo shirts and us women in floral print dresses,” Cali explained.
“Fine. What else can we do?” Claude replied.
“Let’s go outside. That’s where the food is, not here inside,” I said, lifting Addie. Claude carried Adrian, while Lia and Ramiro followed, each holding one of their children. Francedco held Malcolm’s hand and Cali’s hand in the other.
When we reached the backyard of the house, we found some maids setting up the food on the table.
I handed Addie to Claude. “Let’s play some games, kids,” I said to the children.
The kids gathered around me. “What should we play, Auntie?” Sally asked.
“I will ask you to bring me something. The first one who could bring to me the thing I ask for will be the winner,” I explained.
Sally jumped with excitement, and Malcolm clapped his hands, while Bailey and Adrian just watched.
“Okay, let’s start. Bring me a coin,” I said.
Sally quickly ran to Lia, while Malcolm raced towards Cali. Meanwhile, Bailey walked briskly towards Ramiro, and Adrian ran to where Claude was.
While waiting for the children, I signaled one of the maids to bring me a basket full of gifts. I was still selecting prizes when I heard someone shouting my name.
“Aunt Sia!” Sally yelled as she ran.
Malcolm followed closely, but Lia’s eldest child reached me first.
I smiled widely when I saw the dollar coin Sally handed me.
“Okay, sweetie. Here’s your prize.”
“Thank you, Auntie!” Sally clapped before accepting the gift.
“You’re welcome, sweetie.”
“Next…”
We played seven rounds of Bring Me before I ended the game. Sally won three prizes, Malcolm two, and Adrian and Bailey each won one.
“Let’s eat. The kids are tired,” Lia suggested.
“Okay. Let’s go,” I invited.
I seated the children at the round table designated for them. There were six chairs there. Addie and her nanny were already seated. Adrian, Sally, Bailey, and Malcolm also took their seats. I signaled the nannies to attend to them.
As I went to the other table, only Lia and Ramiro were there with Claude.
“Where are Cali and Francesco?”
“Cali said she just needed to use the bathroom,” Lia replied.
“Ah, I see. Let’s eat then.”
I was about to sit down when Claude suddenly spoke up.
“Wait, Sweetpea. Your sister left a while ago. They might have gotten lost. Let’s go pick them up.”
I raised an eyebrow at my husband.
“Just you go. They’re not alone.”
“No! Just accompany me so we can find them quickly,” Claude insisted, taking my hand, preventing me from objecting.
When we entered the house, I immediately headed for the bathroom.
“I’ll look here, you stay upstairs,” I instructed my husband.
“Okay. Don’t leave, wait for me here,” Claude said.
I nodded. When I entered the bathroom, I looked around. There were two cubicles inside and a spacious sink area. But there was no one there. I quickly exited. I was walking towards the stairs when I saw Claude hurrying down.
I frowned when I looked at my husband. I stopped midway on the stairs and waited for Claude to reach the bottom.
“Didn’t you see them upstairs?” I inquired as my husband approached.
“They were there. Come on, let’s go back to Lia and Ramiro.”
“What? Why didn’t you call them then?”
Claude sighed heavily. “They shouldn’t be disturbed, Sweetpea.”