Zara
It’s Saturday and for me ,that means deep cleaning. Only, this time, it’s aggressive cleaning. The nerve of that man! I wasn’t exactly expecting him to kiss my feet and make me a path of rose petals but I also was not expecting to be treated like a bug …You can get dressed and leave Ha! I was dumbstruck for a few minutes after he not so rudely told me to leave . He had proceeded to walk into the en suite bathroom like he did not just trample on my dignity. You give a man your virginity and he does not even have the decency to thank you… Last night may have been my first time but I know enough to not get treated like that. Tears prickle the back of my eyes. I wipe at it furiously. I haven’t cried over a man in my entire existence, I’m not going to start now… It doesn’t exactly help that I am sore all over. Imagine my surprise when I got up to stomp out of the jerk’s place and couldn’t walk straight. I had to limp all the way to the elevator and into the waiting cab outside. Why on earth is it so hard to clean underneath furniture? Goddammit! My attention is drawn to the sound of my phone vibrating on the coffee table beside me. It’s an unknown number. I swipe on it reluctantly. “who is this?” I drawl “ please tell me he was not that bad, babe. I expected you to be tired at least but …lively. You sound like a cast in The Living Dead” “Valerie?” “ The one and only, babes. What’s up? Did he do something you didn’t like? Cos if that’s the case, I will not hesitate to find him and drag his ass all over the asphalt in front of my apartment “ A laugh escapes me despite my sour mood. “ I’m fine, Valerie. Just cleaning, that’s all” “ You sure?” “ Hundred percent “ “ So I don’t have to go to jail then?” “ Not at all. Thank you for your concern, though. How did you get my number anyway? “ I found your card in Emily’s spa” Oh… “ You didn’t tell me you’re a lawyer.” Yeah, that’s right. I might have had a non existent love life but one thing I could brag about anytime, any day is my career. I worked my behind off to get to where I am currently and I take immense pride in my vocation. “ My bad. It was so chaotic yesterday, I forgot to introduce myself properly” “ No, no…it’s totally fine. It’s just …wow” I chuckle “ I totally get it “ At first glance, you wouldn’t think, wow! A career woman. Outside the office, I love my comfort clothes. My clothes always have to have enough breathing space and I have never been one for restrictive footwear. What can I say? I love to keep it simple. Modesty is key Yeah , right! You were so modest with your breasts all up in strangers’ faces... The memory of last night makes my cheeks warm. “…hello? You still there, Zee?” “ Yeah , sorry. I may have zoned out for a minute there” “ So he was goooood” I blush a brighter red. He was good , alright but that was in my books. I don’t have much to compare with. Valerie’s voice drifts through the phone again, “ Emily and I are having a movie night tomorrow and we would like you to join us.” “ I don’t really know…my Sunday evenings have always been reserved for some downtime, and unwinding with a good book…” “ It’ll be fun. I promise” “ Are you sure ? I’d hate to be a bother “ Valerie tuts at the end of the line. “ That’s nonsense and you know it. Stop deflecting. You coming or not ?” I chew the corner of my lower lip in contemplation. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to hangout with them. I could use some distraction. “ Sure...I guess” “ Great! I’ll text you the address. See you tomorrow, babe!” I smile. Making friends may not be so bad after all.4 YEARS LATER Life has been nothing short of amazing. My little family had increased in number. On the trip for the twins’ first birthday, we conceived their sister, Victoria. She came barely nine months later with clenched fists and a voice so loud, the entire world heard of her arrival. She’s three now and the twins are five. They started school when they turned four almost a year ago, after being homeschooled by me . I never went back to my job. What I thought was just a break I needed became more than a break. I found fulfillment in the little things and in teaching the kids at home. Marcello even suggested that I establish a school, since I seemed to love teaching kids, but that was to be debated. I still took on some freelance jobs , because my boss, Mr. Sanders said it would be crazy of him to let me go just like that. Marcello had managed to expand the business further than he had four years ago, and I’m so proud of him , of how hard he works for our family. I do most
He looks down at me with half lidded eyes. “ This isn’t going to be a frequent occurrence, right? Because I don’t want you to ever think that there’ll ever be another woman for me.” I look down, almost ashamed of myself. “ I know. I love you too” “ You sure about that? Or do I need to spank the attitude out of you?” My breath hitches. He knows the things that set the mood for me and he’s never failed to use them. Pinching one of his nipples lightly, I bite my lip, giving him a coy look. “ Or maybe you could finish what you started earlier.” I grab one of his hands, bringing it up to my heavy breasts and he grabs it firmly. Gotcha. His eyes dilate further. Laying me down gently, he hovers on me, kissing my neck slightly. My body is super charged and I’m so hyper aware of his presence. I don’t hold in my moans. I let it go without any inhibition. He takes the oil and drizzles it all over my breasts, then he replaces it with his hands. I arch high when he pinches one sensitive n
Zara's POV Six Months LaterThe twins turned one last weekend and the family decided to go on a trip this weekend. We’ll be going to Italy and the excitement in the air was palpable. But, all that excitement dies when we actually boarded. We all went; Myself and Marcello, the kids, Emily, Celine, Carlotta and the girls, Michael Black, my brother and all the grandparents. It was a full house trip.The actual flight was almost a nightmare. The twins wouldn’t stop fussing no matter what we did. We sang, paced, placated, did all sort of things but they continued. The others took turns carrying them, and when it seemed like they were settled, they would start again. This went on until about two hours into the flight, when they finally slept.I was on the verge of losing my mind after that episode. Everyone was exhausted all the same, because as soon as the kids fell asleep, they started dosing off one after the other. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep, even though my eyes were almost falli
Zara’s POV Marcello takes us to a restaurant I’ve never been to. The ambience is calm and lovely, decorated with tiny golden lights. Our table is set on the terrace , giving us a wide view of the river in the city. “ It’s beautiful” “ Not as beautiful as you as you are, Mami” No day passes without Marcello complimenting me. After birth, my body hasn’t been the same and some days, I can hardly look at myself in the mirror, but this amazing man never fails to remind me that I am a heroine, and this scars on my belly are testament to my strength. Our food is served and we both dig in, while we talk about many things. He tells me about the recent happenings in the company, about how boring work is when he can’t see me and the kids. We laugh about the twins’ little quirks— Sofia’s eye rolls and bored face when her brother starts to cry, Luis’ tendency to fake cry when he doesn’t get his way. They’re already such a handful. After desert is cleared, Marcello leads me by the hand out o
Marcello’s POV Six months; that’s how long it has been since our little bundles of joy came into our lives. It’s been six months of learning and relearning, of being someone worthy of being looked up to. It hasn’t been easy, but it’s been worth it. Zara has been doing her best for the kids, and every night, she comes to bed exhausted. We’ve been parents for all these time, that we have forgotten what it is like to be just ourselves. One thing nobody told me was, that it would be difficult to have sex, not even a quickie. We’ve tried multiple times and failed. Sometimes, we made it as far as getting rid of our clothes before one of the little daredevils started crying. Other times, we just needed to think about it, and it ends before it even begins.I’ve been seriously considering shipping the twins to my either grandparents for one weekend. I’m this close to losing my mind from the constant case of blue balls I’ve had to get rid of under cold showers. Now, don’t get me wrong. I l
Zara’s POV The first week was pure chaos. We came home after being discharged from the hospital and we soon found out that the baby blues were definitely not appearing while they were still newborns. The twins barely slept at night. They were always in sync too; once one of them cried, you could be sure that the other would soon join in. Marcello had drawn up a timetable for everything— mealtimes, diaper change, napping, and the funniest of all, burping time. He handled everything the only way he knew how to, in such a businesslike manner. One night, he came in almost crying when the babies erupted into wails at the same time. “ I swear they planned it. They had to.” Another day, he came with another compliant. “ “ I was rocking Luis to sleep and he kept wailing like I offended his ancestors, but the minute Mama took him and started humming to him , he went out like light.” Since I was still healing, it was imperative that I rested. Doctor, mother and mother-in-law’s orders.