Chapter 105

"Does it bother you?" James asked quietly. Too quietly.

I chewed my lip. "I don't know... we are still new"

"After what we have gone through... this might be a happy turn in our relationship"

"Do you want children James?"

"Yes. With you," James cradled my belly, "but only if you want it too"

"I want them. But don't you think it's too soon?"

"Nothing is soon with you Bella"

"Well, we won't know until next month. Let's see what fate has in store for us. You are not upset are you?"

"I can never be upset with you Bella moi. Never," he lightly grazed my cheek with his knuckles.
I squirmed in my place with just his touch. His lips spread out in a teasing smile noticing my arousal.

He slowly traced my arm with his fingers, tracking its progress with his fingers. Goosebumps ripples across my skin.

I want him. Badly. B I don't know how to ask. My cheeks turned fiery red.
James chuckled at my shyness and took matters into his hands.

Pretty soon, we are immersed in one another once again. He rummaged into me, taking me rough and hard.

I like this side too. No matter how he takes me, I like it cause it's him. It's James.

We got busy once again in the shower to my utter surprise. I thought he would have been spent and needed time to compose himself. But James proved me wrong when he lathered soap gel over my body and slowly made love, our body sleek and slippery from water.

When at last I have zero energy to even lift my hand, he left me alone, chuckling at my dramatics.

I slumped on the bed, content and just basking in the afterglow.

The beeping of my phone broke the reverie I was in. With lethargic movements, I groaned and searched for it in my bag.

When I looked at the screen, let's just say... It's bad. Really bad. Let's just say if a country's president gets Kidnapped the reaction would be milder than this.

I need to stop the fire before it blazes and takes away the whole house- meaning before they file a missing person case which if I'm not wrong my parents would do it or probably have done it already.

Praying to whoever is residing up there in the clouds, I dialed my mom's number.

Bad move. I should have called dad. I found it a minute late when mom answered the call with a wail.

"We will give whatever you demand. Just give us back our daughter," Mom hiccuped between her words. No doubt she is imagining me bound and gagged on some chair.

For a minute there, I was tempted. Jeez, so tempted to go with that idea. But then I could never pull it. I don't know how to mimic someone let alone give that evil laugh all Kidnappers do as if they have practiced in the same school.

But then guilt clouded me. Darn it.

"Mom... it's me"

"Bella?" Mom asked, shocked. She must be expecting me to cry and give some brave speech like- "don't give anything to them, Mom. They can't do anything to me"

Tough luck. She got me instead. Simple me who was busy getting dirty on the sheets.
"Are you safe?" Mom asked, surprised.

Here folks are the time where a girl should take advantage. But me being dumb, I didn't realize I'm stepping on a stick of dynamite. Way to go Bella.

"Yes, Mom. I'm safe," I said tentatively, afraid of her wrath.

"You mean to say you are truly safe and you didn't call us purposefully?" Mom's voice changed; her tears stopped. I could hear her gritting her back teeth.

Oh boy. Oh boy. I could have bailed when I had the chance.

I looked around the room as if an idea would spring up on me if I gazed hard enough. No such luck.

"Bella-Rose James. Answer me"

"Well," I licked my lips and said, " Amanda called and said that James's flight is missing. I panicked Mom. It was horrible. I don't know what happened to him. I couldn't," I sniffed as I reminisced the worry, the pain I went through.

"I couldn't stay at home mom. I need to be near him. I knew he is alive but I need to see for myself"

Mom was silent for a few minutes. It's a deafening silence similar to the one before a case's decision is revealed in a court where the judge slams his hammer and shouts "hang him till death."

Not so dramatically but you get the gist. However, I'm sure my mom will use the drama while she announces my punishment.

My heart rate went through the roof. What is she going to do? I'm scared to even think about it.
Before she could even consider my punishment, I blurted out, "Mom... there is... network issue... hello... hello... I think I lost you, mom. Call you later," I bit my lower lip and added, "I love you, Mom."

That line never lost its magic. When you are in trouble, then you should remind the person how much you love them. Nana told me once. I took it as gospel now. If anything goes wrong, I'm blaming Nana.

Once I cut the call, I literally skidded to the kitchen where James is busy cooking some dishes.
I sighed as I leaned my weight on the beam. Can this man be any more perfect?
Yes people, get jealous of me.

I took a deep breath and released a huge sigh. I might have drooled a little while staring at his ass. Don't blame me, it is worth staring at.

This man is all mine. How did I get so lucky?

I shook my head and announced, "Houston, we have a problem"
James turned and cocked an eyebrow. Sexy. My girly parts tingle, waving at him to get his attention.

"I can see that. Want me to take care of it?" James smirked as he looked at my pebbled nipples.
As if on cue, my cheeks reddened.

"I... I don't... I don't mean by that"

James looked disappointed like a kid whose toy I snatched.
"I called mom and she is angry"

"Oh no."

"Yes. This is a major... major crisis. Almost like a war between two nations, a rocket without any fuel, Kim Kardashian without any makeup... you got the gist"

"It sounds serious"

"That's it? That's all you are going to say?"

James rounded the island and walked to the place I stood. He carefully circled my waist with his hands and pulled me to him. He then bent and gave me a deep kiss which made me forget the crisis. Almost.

I didn't want to but reluctantly pulled back as things started to heat up.

"We should meet your family and tell them about us"

"We should?"

"Yes. I need to talk to your dad and brother, and make it clear that I'm not going anywhere any time soon"

"You are not?"

I parroted like a puppet. His declaration is doing a number on my body.

"I meant to be near you always Bella. Is that going to be a problem?"

In response, I kissed him expressing my feelings through my body. Soon, we carried on where we left off.

It took another hour for us to get ready and drive to my parents' home.

Before I entered, I turned to James and said, "promise me you won't leave me after talking to my family. They could be intense and after last time-" I trailed off, not having the courage to finish it.

He cupped my face and said softly, "hey... I'm not going anywhere. I promise"

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door and announced loudly, "Mom, it's me. I need to talk to you"

"Bella, it's a good thing you came just now. Do you know anything about your boobs?"
Mom's voice ranged out so loudly that even our neighbor took a peek looking pointedly at my chest.

I covered my chest with my hand and stormed inside, almost stomping my feet while James chuckled and followed behind.

"Shall I tell her that I know more about it?" James whispered near my ear, his breath tickling my skin.

"Don't," I gritted through my teeth.

We turned and entered the living room where Mom was busy filling the survey of "how much do you know about your boobs?"

Her laptop is facing us and we can clearly see the screen. She is really filling the survey.
I kid you not. It's very graphical too- with two strawberry ice cream scoops placed side-by-side and with two cherry slices as aureoles. That is their logo.

Told you... totally graphic. However, I wonder why they choose pink? Why not vanilla or chocolate? It makes sense in terms of skin tone. But pink? Who has pink skin... except when they are blushing when they are getting attention from their partner?

I mentally moaned as I pictured the things I have done with James. Not the time Bella. Especially not before your mother.

I shook my naughty thoughts away from my mind and grunted loudly.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Why, I'm learning about my boobs honey. What do you think of them? Does mine look as if they are dropping a little?"

I opened and closed my mouth trying to stop the express train aka my mom's mouth. Mom still facing the laptop and not noticing my dilemma or trying to pretend- Nothing can be put past her, continued,

"Do you want to try? If you pass, they will give you a special boob care treatment with special oils. I can't wait to surprise your dad with this"

Mom literally jumped, imagining shiny, soft girly parts ready to offer my dad. Me- I'm struck dumb.

James- is trying hard not to laugh. Though, his lips are doing a poor job of lying still.
Someone just killed me now.

Authors note-

The idea actually came from the survey I took a week ago. Yup folks, I took the survey, and do you know what the reward is? One-hour boob care treatment. I couldn't contain my laugh. I found it funny and thought of sharing it with you. Now before you scoff, my laugh is due to me imagining myself sitting straight with a blank face while total stranger massages my boobs. Yup, not looking forward to it.