Chapter 875 Clayton, This Is My Own Choice
But Natalie refused.
She turned her face away and said, "Clayton, I'm just not feeling it right now."
In truth, she wanted to say more, like how their life might be more mundane than before, how when she wasn't in the mood, she just wasn't, how she might not be able to give him the life he wanted, and how she even wanted him to reconsider their relationship.
Clayton covered her lips with his hand. "No need to rethink it!"
Natalie's eyes grew moist as memories of the past flooded back.
Back then, he had also asked her to reconsider, to choose between him and Grant, but Clayton hadn't really given her a choice.
Clayton's hand cradled the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
He pressed her against himself.
Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling. He whispered another apology... Natalie didn't speak, but she didn't push him away either.
They stayed like that for a while.
After a while, a servant knocked on the door, asking from outside about the handling of some items.
Natalie, flustered, tried to get down, but Clayton held her waist firmly. She had to respond in a hoarse voice, "Leave that at The Devereux Mansion."
The servant's footsteps faded away.
Natalie lightly punched Clayton's shoulder. "We still have work to do. Let me down! And no more of this during the day, it's embarrassing if someone sees."
He persisted, "What about at night?"
Natalie thought carefully. "At night, you take care of Chance!"
Clayton let her go, smiling. "Alright! I'll follow your orders! But whenever you need me, I'm always ready!"
Natalie finally got down and started packing. She muttered softly, "Do you think about sex all the time?"
Clayton was candid. "Of course, if I'm not satisfied, I think about it all the time!"
Natalie didn't say anything more. She knew it wasn't healthy for him to always hold back... but the topic ended there.
The night before they left, Haven and Chance were already asleep.
Natalie had just returned from visiting her parents.
She opened the bedroom door to find Clayton sitting on the living room sofa, reading some documents.
The room was warm, and he was only wearing dress pants and a shirt, looking fresh and clean.
Hearing her footsteps, he knew she was back.
Without looking up, Clayton asked, "Are your parents asleep? Chance was a bit fussy before bed, and Haven had to scold him!"
Natalie took off her coat and sat beside him. "Still working?"
Clayton looked up, and then he couldn't look away.
After giving birth, Natalie had slimmed down quite a bit, but her chest had only grown larger.
He thought about how Chance was five months old now and should be weaned soon; there wasn't much nutritional value left.
He asked softly, "When are you going to wean Chance?"
His tone was casual, like any husband chatting with his wife.
Natalie didn't resist his closeness. She leaned on his shoulder, playing with his shirt buttons, smiling lightly. "Maybe another month. The weather's been unstable, so it's better for him to nurse a bit longer."
Clayton followed her lead. "Lucky little guy!"
He lowered his head to kiss her.
In the quiet of the night, emotions stirred easily. Natalie hadn't felt this way in a long time. When Clayton carried her to the adjacent bedroom, she didn't resist.
The adjacent room was where Clayton slept, not as soft as the other one.
It was filled with Clayton's things, all hard and sturdy.
He laid her on the bed, gently pleasing her, making her comfortable... In the heat of the moment, he pressed against her, his eyes never leaving her face. "Natalie, you feel it too!"
Natalie pulled his head down to kiss him, stopping him from talking.
It had been a long time since they made love.
Clayton was too excited, losing control a bit, making love with a mix of roughness and tenderness... but always keeping a touch of care, so Natalie never felt uncomfortable.
When they finally finished, it was already 2 AM.
Four whole hours.
Natalie was too exhausted to move, lying on the black pillow, whispering, "Clayton, go check on the kids. I'll get up after a short nap."
Clayton put on his pants and shirt, tidied up by the bed, then leaned down to kiss her delicate shoulder.
She shivered involuntarily.
Clayton spoke softly, "I'll go check. You rest well."
Natalie quickly fell asleep.
Clayton went to the other room. Haven was sleeping soundly, so he tucked her in... Chance was restless, crying because he had wet his diaper.
With gentle eyes, Clayton changed his diaper, then rocked him for a while to avoid waking Haven.
When he put Chance back, the chubby baby slept peacefully.
Clayton stroked his little head, then checked on Haven again.
He returned to his own bedroom.
Natalie was already awake, sitting up against the headboard, her eyes sleepy and soft... She looked relaxed, probably because Clayton had pampered her a few times.
Clayton entered, and she asked, "Did Chance wake up?"
He nodded. "He wet his diaper! He's sleeping soundly now."
Seeing Natalie start to dress, he felt a pang of concern, suggesting she sleep a bit more while he watched the kids.
Natalie refused. "Chance needs to nurse once more in the middle of the night."
She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower.
Clayton followed, not for any other reason but to help her wash and save her some effort...
As he helped, he felt a pang of emotion. When they first got together, he had promised to spoil her like a child for life, but now Natalie's face showed no signs of being pampered, only maturity and understanding.
Feeling guilty, he whispered that he would make it up to her, treat her well.
Natalie knew he felt guilty.
She shook her head. "Actually, I'm already very fortunate. Many people don't have the support of parents and siblings like I do. They have it much harder. Clayton, it's my duty to care for our children. I chose to have them! If I don't take care of them, who will? I can't magnify my hardships just because it's tough! Our issues have nothing to do with that."
Her serene demeanor was captivating to Clayton.
He felt conflicted. On one hand, he loved her current self, but on the other, he blamed himself for not spoiling her into a carefree girl. He felt he was being too greedy.
Natalie was more pragmatic.
After the shower, she put on a robe and looked out at the night, speaking softly. "Clayton, we're not young anymore! Especially you, being a few years older than me! Since we're together, let's not bring up the past. I don't need your guilt, and I don't want you to be with me out of guilt."
She smiled lightly. "That wouldn't be fair to me, right?"
Clayton's breath softened. "Then what do you want, Natalie? What do you want? Tell me!"
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