"I'm so cold..." Isla shivered.
"You're the silliest! How could you go in the water with your clothes on?"
"But the water was really cool. Ahhh!" Isla groaned and tried to undress.
"Let me help you." She lifted her arms and he slowly took off the outfit.
He sat before her and his eyes travelled down her chest.
He leaned in and inhaled her scent.
"You smell so good." She tried to avoid him.
"C'mon Cade, I'm cold!"
"Don't you trust me? One kiss and the cold will disappear!" Isla chuckled.
"Really?" Isla reached out for a blanket but he held her with one of his hands and drew her close with the other.
"You're so crazy, Cade. I told you I'm cold. Well, I'll be able to handle you if you bring anything up."
His lips brushed against her cheek skin, very close to her mouth. He traced her lips gently before planting his on hers. She let out a soft moan and he passionately drew deeper into her, until he dared her tongue hungrily.
Her hands trailed to his chest and he stripped himself off his jacket. Her eagerness was contagious as she laid herself on top of him, cuddling him in a manner that caused him to smile.
She kissed him endearingly, stroking his hair gently as his hands caressed her bareness. He took control, flickering his tongue over the parts of her bare body, he felt her flinch, so he gently rubbed against her. He felt the fullness of her hips and curves, his tongue went down and her moans were his greatest encouragements.
Isla straddled him, losing her patience. Swiftly, he drove in and her groans were louder and louder.
She clothed him with her warmth, and his heat consumed her until she was facing a sweet torture in her fire. She felt herself flush, and could not but cry out in pleasure.
Cade was amazed. She had never been so tight before. He teased her fire with his fingers until he saw her begging. He poked his thumb and she yelled.
"Cade!"
"Are you alright?"
She pinched him not to hold back and he kept driving fast and wild, while Isla's moans filled his hearings and the entire room. If there was someone in the living room, he/she could never unhear her sounds.
"You said you could handle me." Cade noticed tears in her eyes.
"Cade, I might die, yunno."
"I'll never kill you,baby. But if you want me to stop...." He wanted to leave but Isla held his wrist.
"Go on. I don't want you to ever stop."
He was touching her under the sheets, toying with her thighs.
"Hey!" Isla warned.
"If I didn't stop there, you could have died, Isla. I just felt too bad for you." Cade licked his lips seductively, his eyes locked in Isla's.
"I wanted to be gentle but you challenged me. What do you think?" He asked.
"I think.... I had a lot of fun. I've never had fun doing anything else before in my life."
"That's a lie. Why were you crying?"
"Crying? I never cried!" She wiped her face.
"Stop staring at me!" She yelled shyly and buried herself in the sheets.
"Good night!"
"Do you mean good morning? It's 12am."
"I'm sleepy though. We discuss tomorrow." He lifted the sheet off her face. Her eyes were so dreamy.
"What's for tomorrow?"
"I've not gotten anything planned. Maybe we stay home and...."
"Do something like this again." He winked. Isla rolled her eyes.
"Oh, there's no way I'm going to hell with you, Cade Hudson."
"If you'd make it to hell, I'd like to tag along." His words made her smile.
"You always know how to get me." He continued caressing her hips and he felt her body flinching.
"Cade...! I'll so kill you when I get my energy back."
"How are you gonna get your energy back?" He questioned.
"By sleeping. Go to sleep, Cade." She closed her eyes and shortly fell asleep.
Julie groggily opened her eyes, a sharp pain shooting through her abdomen. "Ugh," she winced, clutching her belly. The sudden movement woke Lucas, who rubbed his eyes, bleary-eyed. "What's wrong, babe?" he mumbled.
"I'm starving," Julie said, her voice shaking slightly.
Lucas yawned, his eyelids drooping. "Okay... what do you want?" he asked, his words slurred.
"Pig's foot tart," Julie replied, her voice firm.
Lucas's eyes fluttered closed, and he dozed off for a second before jolting back awake. "Tart... what?" he muttered, confusion etched on his face.
"The tart we had for dinner at Grandma's place about two years ago," Julie repeated, louder this time. "You know, pig's foot tart."
Lucas sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Julie, I have no idea where to get that at this hour. It's... " He glanced at the clock. "...so late."
Julie's face contorted in distress. "There's a store across the street, Lucas! Just go there and get it for me!" she exclaimed.
Lucas shook his head. "I don't know, Julie. I'm not even sure if they carry that kind of thing."
Julie's voice rose to a near-hysterical pitch. "The baby wants it so bad, Lucas! She's making me feel so uncomfortable. If I don't get it, I might not survive!" Tears began streaming down her face.
Lucas's expression softened, and he leaned forward, talking to Julie's belly. "Okay, little one. Daddy will get you the tart. I love you, baby."
Julie's eyes narrowed, a mix of sadness and jealousy flashing across her face. "What about me? Don't you love me?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Lucas hastily kissed her cheek. "I love you, Julie. Sorry, babe."
Julie sniffled, still crying. "Just go get it, Lucas. Please. The baby is suffering because of you."
Lucas sighed, throwing off the covers. "Okay, okay. I'll try." As he got out of bed, Julie's sobs intensified, her pleas echoing after him as he stumbled out of the room. "Please, Lucas! Hurry! I need it!"
Lucas got dressed hastily and headed out with his driver to scour the city for the elusive tart. They visited three different shops, but each time, Lucas returned to the car empty-handed, his frustration growing. At the fourth shop, a large restaurant on the outskirts of Illinois, Lucas's luck finally changed. After running up flights of stairs and pressing buttons in elevators, his legs aching in protest, he managed to find a small quantity of the tart.
Exhausted, Lucas trudged back home with his driver, the precious tart clutched tightly in his hands. As he entered the bedroom, he collapsed onto the bed beside Julie, holding out the package. "Here you go," he said, his voice laced with fatigue.
Julie's face lit up as she unwrapped the package, but her expression quickly soured. "Ewww! It smells so bad!" she exclaimed, her face scrunched up in distaste. She promptly threw the tart into the trash can, saying, "I think I'm going to puke just looking at it."
Lucas's exhaustion turned to anger. "You know I went all around the city in my pyjamas just for you, and you throw it away like it's nothing?" he yelled, his voice echoing through the room.
When Julie tentatively reached out to touch him, Lucas jerked his arm away, throwing off her hand. "Don't," he growled.
Julie's eyes welled up with tears. "I'm sorry, Lucas. I didn't mean to hurt you," she said softly.
Lucas took a few deep breaths, letting his anger simmer down. He leaned forward, talking to Julie's belly. "Sorry, baby. Daddy shouldn't have yelled. I love you so, so much."
Julie's face betrayed a flash of jealousy, but she wisely kept her feelings to herself, knowing Lucas was still fuming. As Lucas prepared to lie down, he turned to Julie, his expression softening. "I love you too, Julie. Sorry for yelling. You should get some sleep."
Julie nodded, a small smile on her face. "Okay, thank you, Lucas. Get some rest too." Lucas nodded, and they both settled in for a well-deserved rest, the tension in the room slowly dissipating.
"What are you doing?" Lucas snatched the tart from her hands.
"Eating my tart."
"You picked that from the trash."
"I... The package still got a little in. It's really delicious. Give it to me!" Julie screamed.
"You're so mean though. 'What are you doing?' " Julie mimicked.
"Is that a good morning to your wife and child?" Lucas just smiled and left the room.
"Where are you off to?!"
"I don't really like this tart anymore. LUCAS, I WANT SPICY TURKEY!!" She yelled at the top of her voice.
"Why is my back hurting so bad?" She stared at the mirror.
"Oh hell. I've got such a distorted shape. Pregnancy is not for me, I'm definitely not doing this again..."
"I'm sure Instagram misses the hot Julie a lot. That's why they post my old pictures. I want my curves back, damn!"