Jefferson’s POV
Everything seems perfect and I am content. I am going to be a father soon and I can feel how much my wife loves me. Who would have thought that we would end up so devoted and loving to each other and are now building our own family? I may not have liked the idea of being married to Celina at first, but I guess dad really had good eyes for people.
I don’t know if Celina will end up as happy as she was now if Noris agreed to marry her. But I am sure that he will be the happiest man in the world right now while I am grieving for my own loss. I guess God was good to me. He gave me the ability to run a business and a loving wife. There’s nothing perfect in this world, but Celina is perfect in my imperfect world. She fits perfectly in my life while my d*** was perfectly fits in her pu***, fu**! I want her now.
Why am I even thinking about that kind of thing when she was already 6 months pregnant and on her way to the 7th? For two consecutive months, we saw our baby. Celina couldn’t help but look at the ultrasound and still couldn’t believe that we actually had a baby girl. Many would want a son for their first born, but I wanted a girl that would always remind me of my wife.
The time when we found her gender, Celina was feeling down because she wanted a baby boy. She said that she was the one who was carrying the baby, so it should be what she wanted should happen. Her doctor was laughing at her because it was the first time that she had heard someone talk like that. She said that normally, mommies would want a baby girl.
When she was asked why she wanted a baby boy, her answer made both me and her doctor laugh, “I only want my husband to pamper me, so I want my kids to be all boys.”
“No matter how many baby girls we will have, you will always be my first baby.” I assured her, she started to get jealous of our baby girl, I guess. Her doctor told me that it was also normal to feel that way now, but when she finally sees the baby, she will eventually forget about herself and her focus will be on the baby.
Well, I didn’t want her to forget about herself. It would be good if she still did what she does when it was just us. I mean, we can get a nanny for our baby that will help her in taking care of her, right?
“Sir, I would like to apply for a leave.” Bree said when she entered my office after I let her in when she knocked.
“Why don’t you submit your leave to Daria?”
“She’s not on her table, so before I forget about it, I decided to give this to you.” she replied and handed me the leave request. Since she was already there, I took it and nodded my head. She never repeated what happened before and never showed any kind of affection towards me. So I guess everything was good with us, but I still didn’t let her come into my office and was always informing me about everything through Daria.
“I will be giving this to Daria later. Make sure to do all your work properly so she doesn’t need to call you while you are enjoying your leave.” I told her,
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” she replied, smiling and left my office, then I looked at her leave request again. Why did she suddenly apply for a leave? The holiday is coming and, as always, she will be having a vacation. Anyway, it was her leave and she could do anything about it. When, where or how she spent it was up to her. I continued my work because I wanted to go home early.
Celina often gets mad at me when I come home late. As much as possible, she wanted me to go home earlier than usual. I guess the early pregnancy symptoms that were supposed to be on the early stage, extended till now. It’s not that I complained about it, but sometimes I had a hard time trying to understand her mood and when I felt frustrated, she would laugh at me because, as she said, I looked stupid.
I don’t know what I will do to her, since she was really beautiful whenever she laughed like that. It was as if she was the happiest in the world and she beat me to it while I couldn’t help myself but hugged her. I realized that I should have known and accepted it earlier, my feelings for her. We could have been this happy for a very long time already. But there’s nothing to regret about it, it was sweeter this time. She gave me this feeling that I had never felt towards anyone. Even with Wendy, whom I thought I loved.
Misunderstanding and fighting were necessary. It made us know each other even more and intensified our feelings after we made up. My relationship with Wendy was nothing but fake. I understand now why dad didn’t believe that it was love, because there was really no perfect marriage. Arguments and misunderstandings come in, in different forms and shapes. It doesn’t always have to be because of money or another man or woman. Even a little craziness could make the couple argue and make up.
My thoughts are with my wife and I didn’t notice Daria coming in. “Sir, I think you should go home now if you don’t want Ma’am Celina to yell at you.” she said, smiling. Yes, I made her remind me just in case I forget just like now. I got up from my chair after I cleaned my table and went to the elevator after I said goodbye to my ever reliable assistant. I just hope that I am not super late. That will warrant my wife’s craziness.
In the mansion, I found my wife waiting in the living room with Dad, “You’re here son.” he said when he saw me. I smiled, thinking he was there to help me with my wife in case she was mad at me for coming home late. “You should come home early. Celina has started to feel worried because you’re not home yet. It was a good thing that I came by to keep her company,” he added. I sighed when I looked at my wife and received a glare from her. I sat beside her and kissed her. Fortunately, she let me.
“I was a little busy and forgot about the time, my Celina. Will you forgive me?”
“Dad already told me, but I miss you and I wanted to see you already. I was about to go to your office if Dad didn’t arrive.” she replied, she looks cute when she complains like that.
“Oh, I missed your mom when she was acting like that too. She wanted me to be beside her always and would ask me for anything just to make sure that I was with her.” Dad said, laughing.
“Dad, I have thought about this ever since,” Celina said with a serious face. I looked at her and so did dad with his wrinkled forehead. “Why did you choose to marry me off to Jefferson?” she asked, and I thought about that too. I looked at dad and waited for his reply, as curious as my wife.