Cohen begins to open the letter. “Do you still believe it is a boy?” Would you like to join me and the children and revise your prediction to girl?He enquires prior to opening it. I negate with a shake of my head. “I believe it is a male,” I remark with a smirk.
He possesses an arrogant smile, yet I merely shake my head. All of my pregnancies have been identical in experience. No morning sickness or any extreme symptoms, merely fatigue. No unusual cravings; with Wyatt, I desired oranges, with Dylan, plums, and with this baby, grapes. Those in my vicinity appear to experience varied pregnancies based on gender; however, mine appears consistent, leading me to believe it is another boy.
He opens the letter next to me, and we both observe simultaneously:
Gender: Male.
“HA!” I informed you,” I remarked with a smile. Cohen begins to laugh and draws me into a kiss.
“All these boys,” he interjects, then smiles before resuming the kiss.
“Are you content?””
“I am elated,” he exclaims. Cohen positions himself atop me and resumes kissing me. I encircle him with my legs, drawing him nearer. My fingertips glide along his muscular back as I remove his shirt. He is exceedingly attractive; I remain insatiable in my admiration for him.
He seizes the opportunity to remove my shirt as well. His lips reconnect with my neck, trailing downwards and igniting a primal desire within me. He pressed down my bra, and I observed his eyes darkened with longing as his warm lips caressed one of my nipples. When he places one in his mouth, it is euphoric and immensely pleasurable. “Cohen,” I lament.
“I deeply love you,” he exhales while gazing at my exposed torso and small baby bump. He perceives it as alluring; he asserts it signifies that I am entirely his. His possessiveness is undeniably alluring to me.
He transitions to my other n****e, kissing and teasing, eliciting immense pleasure. “Cohen… I desire you within me… immediately,” I assert.
“Indeed, Luna,” he smiles, and he presses his lips against mine.
“Mother,” I perceive through the monitor.
No!I emit a groan.
Cohen also groans and briefly rests his head on my chest as we both take a moment to regain our breath. “At what time did he retire for a nap?”Cohen enquires.
“Approximately 45 minutes ago, he ought to be resting for an additional hour,” I lament.
“Mother?”I hear him complain once more.
“Perhaps I can assist him in returning to slumber?”Cohen provides.
“Should you succeed, I shall reward you,” I state playfully. “However, this is Dylan; once he is awake, he typically remains so,” I express with a frown.
Cohen bestows a brief kiss upon me, seizes his shirt, and proceeds down the corridor. I don my bra and t-shirt, aware that the likelihood of success is exceedingly low. I observe on the monitor as Cohen lifts him, “Hey buddy, it remains bedtime.” Father will soothe you, understood?“ee articulates gently.”
Cohen occupies the rocking chair, gently rocking him. Dylan states, “I love you, Dad.”
Cohen whispers, “I love you as well, friend.”
Cohen whispers, “Shhh, return to slumber,” and persists in rocking.
“Father, where is mother?””
Cohen sighs and gazes at the ceiling, saying, “Dylan, please retire for the night.” I cannot refrain from laughing.
Dylan cheerfully states, “I am not tired, Dad.”
Cohen kisses him on the forehead, and with a sigh of resignation, they rise. Cohen re-enters our room accompanied by Dylan. “He did not sleep adequately during nap time; we will ensure they retire early tonight,” I inform Cohen, who responds with a slight smile and a nod.
“When must you return to work?” Is it only 1 PM?“I inquire.”
Cohen states, “I completed all necessary tasks for today and missed you all, so I decided to return home early; everything else can be postponed.” I smile broadly; such occurrences bring me immense joy. His early return home is solely due to his longing for us.
Cohen reclines, and we each nestle in. Dylan expresses his desire to swim and outlines the activities he wishes to engage in within the pool. “Come on, friend, let us put on your swim shorts.” “I shall accompany you for a swim,” Cohen proposes.
