Once the waiter takes our order and departs, I will seek answers. “Please inform me!”His energy intrigues me greatly. He retrieves an envelope from his jacket pocket and places it on the table.
“What is this?”I am officially perplexed.
“Gender outcomes,” he exclaims with enthusiasm. Oh my goodness! I observe that it remains unopened. I emitted a soft squeal and seized the envelope.
“Are you certain you wish to inquire?”“I enquire while manipulating the envelope.”
“I am unequivocally certain.” “I nearly failed to attend this evening,” he chuckles. I open the envelope and extract the letter.
“You read it,” I state as I hand it to him. I am practically bouncing in my chair due to my excitement. We exchange eye contact briefly, after which he begins to unfold the letter. I observe his eyes examining the letter. He gazes at me with an expansive smile, exuding pride.
“A male child has been born!”He seldom ventures outside.
We swiftly rise from our seats, embracing one another. He embraces me firmly, stating, “I can hardly believe we are expecting a son.” “I am immensely appreciative,” he murmurs.
“I am elated; I feel as though I might explode,” I confess.
Cohen responds with a tearful smile, “Me too.”
We thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company and our meal, while elated about our news. The waiter approaches to collect our plates, enquiring, “Would you like to see the dessert menu?”He enquires. I am concerned about the connection, Cohen.
I desire you for dessert.
Cohen promptly replies, “No, thank you,” accompanied by a smile.
Upon exiting the restaurant and leaving the city, while traversing the wooded road, I instruct Cohen, “Pull over, I cannot wait.” “I have desired you throughout the day,” I lament.
He offers me a seductive, playful smile and manoeuvres to the roadside.
Celine’s Perspective
Three years subsequently
Cohen enters our bedroom, gazing at me with intense desire as he approaches. I was organising the laundry, but it has abruptly become the least of my concerns. Greetings!”
“Greetings,” he croaks. His gaze is causing my heart to race, and I sense my body responding. Upon his arrival, he draws me close, and our lips connect. He likely missed me significantly today. He intensifies the kiss, and I sense his hands grasping my posterior and elevating me. He emits a groan, and I perceive the tingles transform into lightning bolts.
I terminate the kiss. “Hold on…” I state, as Cohen begins to kiss my neck. I am experiencing increased respiration and endeavour to focus my thoughts. “I have a message I wish to convey,” I murmur.
“Pardon, what?”He enquires and proceeds to kiss down my neck.
“Cohen…” I murmur. I am attempting to muster the fortitude to articulate my thoughts to him, yet my mind is becoming disordered. He withdraws and gazes at me.
“What?”He enquires, his breathing becoming laboured, and his green eyes swirling with darkness.
I regain my breath. “I wish to discuss a matter with you,” I finally articulate.
What is it?He exhales rapidly.
“I received the results regarding the baby’s gender today,” I elucidate.
“Indeed?” Should we unveil it in the presence of the children? Are they also eager to know?“
“I concluded that this will be our final child, and we have succeeded.” Perhaps we should ascertain the information first, after which we can organise a special surprise for the children.”
He belittles me, stating, “That sounds excellent.” Where is it located?He enquires while caressing my small protrusion.
We are seated on the bed, and I retrieve it from the end table and hand it to him. All the children desire a female companion. Particularly Alyssa. Alyssa is nearly five years old, Wyatt is nearly three years old, and Dylan is one and a half years old. Our hands are undoubtedly full, with soon-to-be four children, all aged five and under, yet we are happier than we ever envisioned. I have determined that four children is our ideal number, thus this will be our final offspring. We have two boys and one girl, and we will soon determine whether we will have two girls, two boys, or one girl and three boys.
The boys are undoubtedly challenging, and they all appear to desire a baby sister; however, I prefer the notion of Alyssa being our sole daughter, ensuring she always feels unique. Cohen is the epitome of an exemplary father, and Alyssa has no recollection of a time preceding his presence. Cohen engages in rough play with the boys, as they prefer, yet he exhibits gentleness and tenderness towards Alyssa. She is undeniably a Daddy’s girl, and she has him completely under her influence. I consistently remind Cohen that we must not indulge her, yet it remains a challenge for him.
