The Bonding 7
She interrupted the janitor and climbed the staircase in a jiffy to Mr. Arthur Bailey's room. She knocked on the door and pushed without waiting for a response. The startled Arthur turned suddenly as the door opened and behold the woman he loved, his heartbeat, willfully walking into his bedroom.
'Children are indeed unifiers.'
He mumbled to himself.
“Why is your phone switched off, Arthur? The children and I are worried. Even Daniel wanted to speak with you.”
He chuckled and maintained an eye contact with her as he got up from the bed and walked up to her. He threw his two hands apart and said.
“Come to your Prince Charming, Nichole. I won't hurt you again. Never.”
She hesitated a bit before she walked into his hands and he cuddled her before giving her a long kiss. Her phone kept ringing while they were kissing. She released herself and pleaded.
“Please speak with the children. They had been worried.”
He collected the phone from her and gave her a peck before picking the call.
“Father.”
“Yes, Freya. How are you?”
“I'm fine, father, you scared us. What happened to your phone?”
“Thank you for your concern, my dear. I was too tired and put off my phone to avoid disturbance.”
“It is all right. I am glad to hear from you, father. Daniel will speak with you later. Bye.”
“Bye.”
“Speak with Louis, too, please.”
Nichole said as she tried to call Louis, when it connected, she handed the phone over to him.
"Hello, Louis.”
“Hello, father. Good to hear from you. I was scared when I called and discovered that your phone was switched off. I hope there is no problem.”
“No problem. Thank you for your concern.”
“All right, father, later.”
“Bye.”
Now, Mr. Arthur Bailey kept her phone on the center table and took to the couch. Then, he made her to sit on his thigh as he sat down on and asked with an affectionate look.
“Do you think I will ever hurt you, my sweetheart?”
Nichole looked at him and revealed innocently.
“I was confused.”
“Don't be. You are everything I need now. You made me the proud father of intelligent children and able to hold the Bailey's family. I will always love you.”
Now, Nichole released her emotions that she had bottled up for seven years and kissed him to her satisfaction.
“Is this you, Arthur? I can't believe that we just kissed leisurely.”
Then, Mr. Arthur Bailey felt loved and declared.
“Yes. It is me. You just kissed the man you love. We will go back to Sevenoaks in the morning and return on Monday morning, just as you planned. Will that make it up to you?”
She kissed him again before she said in response.
“Yes. I can't wait.”
“We will go to the registry and begin our marriage process that Monday too.”
Mrs. Nichole Bailey looked into his eyes in disbelief and asked.
“Are you pulling my legs?”
Mr. Arthur Bailey pulled her closer and assured her.
“There is no need of pulling your legs. We have waited for too long. Let's not delay anymore.”
Now, Nichole, who was convinced, accepted.
“That will be okay by me. I love you, Arthur.”
“I love you too, Nichole.”
Later, they had dinner together and chatted while they ate. Then, he mumbled in her ears.
“Who said; (Arthur, I will not be hungry at dinner.)
She laughed shyly. After the dinner, Mr. Arthur Bailey drove her back to her apartment, leaving her car behind, which her driver picked later. Then, he reminded her.
“Your suitcase is here. You may need it tomorrow.”
“Ok dear.”
There upon, Mr. Arthur Bailey pulled her closer and gave her a good night kiss.
“I love you. See you tomorrow. Good night.”
“Good night, dear.”
After a while, Freya called Louis and cheered him up.
“Hello, big sister. Did you speak with father?”
“Yes. I spoke with him through Mom's phone. They are together now. You are a master planner, my dear last born.”
Louis, despite his misery, giggled.
“It is okay. Nothing is too much for the unity of our family.”
“You are right. I owe you a hug. See you later.”
At The Island
It had been fifty days after the wedding and fifty days of love making which had made the couple to bond. After the miscarriage, Olivia could not keep track of her menstruation cycle for that, it became difficult for her to say whether she was pregnant or not when she began to nauseate. Although, she was not vomiting, but she occasionally experienced some fatigue. Now, they mistook her swollen breasts as being chubby. Olivia was six weeks pregnant, but was not aware until Denise noticed that she slept a lot and ate little. He took a critical look at her one morning as she was lying on the bed and raised an alarm.
“Sweetie.”
“Yes, hubby.”
“Should I get a doctor? You look pale.”
“Am I? I am only tired. I will be fine.”
“I know you will be fine, but let's just get the doctor.”
“It is all right. You can go ahead and get him. But I am certain that I will be fine.”
Then, Mr. Denise Bailey put a call across to Dr. Steve Harper, the Medical Director at the Bailey International Conglomerates Headquarters.
“Hello Mr. Bailey. Good to hear from you. Congratulations once again.”
“Good morning, Dr. Harper. Thank you for the compliment. You need to see my wife. How soon can you be at the island?”
“Your wife. Is it an emergency?”
“Yes, my wife. It's not an emergency. You can take your time”
“It is all right. I will be with you in two hours.”
“We are waiting. Thank you, doctor.”
When the call ended, the doctor smiled and muttered.
“What could be wrong with her other than pregnancy.”
Then, Olivia curled up to Denise for warmth after he got off the call and expressed.
“I'm lucky to have you as a husband. I love you, Denise.”
“We are lucky to have each other. I love you, my Angel. Let's get ready for breakfast.”
(Peck)
While they were eating, Denise took time to observe her and noticed that she could only pick at her food and urged.
“Angel, please eat your food.”
“I am eating. It is just that I don't like the taste of the food.”
“But it is your favorite.”
“I am aware. I will eat later.”
She rested her head on his left shoulder and watched him eat. Now, Denise began to feed her gradually while she corporated with him. At last, she was able to eat half of her usual portion and slept off. He lifted her from the parlor to the bedroom, laid her on the bed and covered her with the duvet. He observed her for a few seconds and muttered.
“My Angel, don't be sick, please.”
He fought back the tears that had formed in his eyes and walked back to the parlor to continue with his meal. When he was done, he joined her on the bed and watched her sleeping quietly while awaiting the arrival of the doctor.
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