Renia's POV.It made sense that he wanted to be there for his children. It made perfect sense. It is just that I had hoped that he would be interested in his kids and I didn't think that he would actually be interested. I didn't say a word to him after his little speech. What would I have said? I just kept mute and alighted from the car and started heading for the hospital with him following behind me. We were directed into Stella's office the moment we entered and I went through the familiar routine of changing out of my clothes and into a scrub. Stella checked my weight after I changed into the scrub before she asked me to lie down on the makeshift bed. I grabbed my phone and handed it to Raphael. He stared at me with a questioning look. "Can you take a picture or maybe a video? I am kinda documenting this whole thing." I told him and he nodded at me. "How are you feeling, Renia?" Stella asked as she shuffled around in her office. "Good actually. I have added more weight and I t
Renia's POV. Fatigued. Hungry. Sleepy, extremely sleepy. I enjoy flying, at least most of the time but I don't think I can say the same for this time. I was restless the entire time. I couldn't stay in the same position for long. I think Raphael is pretty much fed up with me by now but I didn't ask for this so he will have to suck it up. "You are going to have to help me out," I told him after he alighted from the car. After traveling for long hours with different stopovers. I can't wait to get to my room and order a table full of food and then take a shower and finally get some sleep in a huge ass bed. "I wasn't going to leave." He commented and I shrugged. "I was just reminding you. Just in case you forgot about my existence." I said and took his outstretched hand before dragging my tired body out of the rented car. He let go of my hand the moment I was out of the car and placed his hand on the small of my back. It has become like second nature to him now, holding my back. I di
Raphael's POV. I woke up to the feel of someone's elbow jabbing the side of my stomach. My wife's hair was all over my chest when I woke up and her big and very much naked stomach was poking my side and resting warmly against my stomach. Our legs were intertwined and one of my hands was wrapped around her waist. I should probably wake her up and have her move away from me but I couldn't bring myself to, she looked so peaceful and innocent sleeping against me like this and her hair that I could have sworn was tied in a bun before we went to bed was all over me. I am not sure how we got to this position because she was sleeping on her side and I was sleeping on mine but now we were both in the middle of the bed wrapped around each other as much as her stomach can allow. My hand dropped to her back and I started stroking it absentmindedly. We could pass as a happily married couple like this, with her sleeping against me like this but Nah, I might have been trying to keep my hatred for
Renia's POV.The hotel was already filled with people by the time we went downstairs. It was barely noon but it was already bussing with people. I felt really pretty in the white dress I picked for today. It was very long and covered most of my body. It was sleeveless and opened my cleavage a little bit. We passed the reception and I sent Layla a wave and a smile she was too busy clearing some guests to return it but she did nod at me in acknowledgment. “Where are we going?” I asked Raphael who has been super nice to me since last night. I had to keep reminding myself every passing second that he was only being nice because I am carrying his children and nothing more. I could get carried away by his attention easily. I enjoyed waking up in his arms a little more than I should. Our legs were tangled up and the feel of his fingers skimming the side of my stomach softly did it for me. “I have to check out sites for my new project. It might be a little tiring for you but you can always
Raphael's POV. I was beyond exhausted already. We walked around the entire day and I was thankful that Renia insisted on staying behind. I can't imagine how exhausted she must be. The first two sites we checked were a total write off and the same goes for the third. It wasn’t until we got to the fifth site that we were able to decide that it would be the perfect site for the club. I wasn’t really sure of the theme I was going for but I knew this would be perfect. It was a fair distance from the beach and I can just imagine building something that is a total see-through and my customers would be able to get the whole beach experience without really going to the beach. Mateo left after we saw the last site. He was going to come with me to the beach to say hi to Renia but he had something else to do and time was no longer on his side. I was happy that he wouldn’t be able to see her. The image of her in that white dress with her red hair flowing around her was a stark contrast to the dr
Renia's POV. I was the first to wake up this time and I wasn't the least bit surprised when I saw just how close I and Raphael was. We didn't try to put any space between us last night, not when he kept working my body like an instrument. I admit that I was wrong for leaving that place like that when I promised him that I wouldn't leave and to make matters worse, my phone was on silent again and somehow I was so relaxed that I didn't realize when I fell asleep on the beach. My first reaction when I saw Raphael was that he was overreacting until I saw just how worried he was. I saw how much it bothered him and even though he must have been worried because of his children, I still hoped that maybe, just maybe he was worried about me too. I smoothened his hair and he snuggled deeper into my naked breast. This scene was so familiar that it made my heart ache a little. It was like a deja vu of our very first time together, the night how babies were conceived. I have never been able to fo
Renia's POV. "I don't think there is any difference between this one and the other one," Raphael commented staring at the dress I was putting on. We have been at this for over thirty minutes and I am yet to pick out a dress. It is either too short, too tight, too revealing, or too something. I didn't think he would be so picky when I asked him to go shopping with me but he is picky as hell. "No, it is obviously different. That was a flared gown and this is just straight." I told him sending him a playful glare. I was enjoying this more than I should be. I think it has to do with the fact that he wasn't outrightly ignoring me. He had something to say about every dress and while some of his comments were unorthodox and annoying as hell, I still liked it. "Whatever. It is still not it." He said and I must agree with him on this one. The dress was too itchy and I felt the urge to rip it off with my hands. "I will be right back," I told him and walked back to the dressing room. I remov
Raphael's POV. I am in deep shit. I think that goes without saying. I don't know what it is that I feel for my wife but it is most definitely more than just hatred. I don't know when or how things started changing for me. I didn't even realize it until that time I was looking for her at the beach. I even chalked that up to the fact that I was only worried about my children but I should have known that it was more than that when I couldn't stop myself from touching her. When I felt the need to be inside her badly. I realized my feeling were getting out of hand when I couldn't even bring myself to say no to her when she asked me to follow her to go shopping. I could have stood my ground and said no but one look into those eyes that I claimed to hate so much and I was gone. I knew I couldn't say no to her. It was damn near impossible to say no to her and now I am finding it hard to take my eyes off her. She was staring at the groom and very pregnant bride with a big smile on her face a