Chapter 55: Chapter Fifty-Five

Jason

I am finally free from work. After being in Paris for the whole week, I'm grateful to be home. My wife had a better week than I did apparently. She's already started with the design of her wedding dress. She won't admit it but she is glad we went together to Paris. Otherwise she wouldn't have been able to get everything that she got and would have instead ordered some things.

Maybe I'm exaggerating too much. I still work, I just do it from home and I have less work than before. But like the whole of last week, if there is a meeting that's too far out, and I have to do face to face then I travel.

Tony is doing a good job, he has transitioned well into the CEO position. His previous job has been taken over by a woman called Alex Russo. A boss in her own way, if I do say so myself. I was even thinking that if I didn't think Tony was good for my position I'd have taken her instead. She has good work ethic and is very strict, maybe I can have her fill the CEO position in another state if I ever get to open up Bourne.Co somewhere else.

I'm in my home office doing paperwork that need my hand when my phone rings, it's my mother. I haven't heard from her since I told her that Liv invited her over to help with the wedding planning. She had said she'd think about it, but if I know mother well enough, I know that's core for she's not interested. I know she doesn't like Liv, and honestly I don't care. I'm about to have my own family, I'm not going to worry about what other people think, including my own mother.

"Hello mother." I say, and I know it sounds like I don't want to speak to her.

"Jason, how are you? It's been so long since we've spoken." She says in greeting.

"I'm busy with work mother." I tell her, I'm not in the mood to speak to her. Not much these days infact since the incident back home when I went to introduce Olivia.

I'm glad she picks up on that as she says, "Well, I was thinking that maybe I could lend a helping hand in the wedding preparations, you know. I don't want my son to get married without me helping and all." It's funny, she sounds already bored of this topic, makes me wonder what she has planned.

"I will call you later, I will ask Olivia if she still wants your help." I tell her. When I lift my head from the contract I've been reading, there she stands on the threshold of my office, my beautiful fiance.

"Ok, well get back to me then with the answer and I will come right over." I hear my mother's voice coming through the speaker of the phone. I'd forgotten about her for a second.

I cut the call because it sounds like she is done talking and scoot my chair back to make space then I call Olivia over with my fingers. She doesn't hesitate, she comes over immediately. I'd like to say she is submissive but we both know she'd have my balls on a platter if I'd let her. She's tired though, it's noon, and I know she hasn't slept yet. But the fact that she is in my office tells me that her designer friend is gone and we have our apartment to ourselves again.

It's times like these that I really wish that she was like me and didn't want anyone in our space, but for one, I know she was discussing her wedding dress, and two, it's who she is and I wouldn't change a thing about her even if I was offered her submission on a silver platter. I love that she is her own person though, that she can stand up to me.

When she sits on my lap, her head immediately goes to my shoulder as her arms encircle me. I know without looking that her eyes are closed. She is becoming more tired these days. It's like her body wants to sleep all the time. But she is always busy, more so than when she was working for me. The wedding is keeping her too busy. I wish she could dump everything into the hands of the designer or even her mother so that she gets more rest. But I can't tell her that, because I know it's every little girl's dream to plan their own wedding.

Maybe I should take her to that hospital she's going to give birth in so they could look at her. I really am worried. But right now as she is tucked into me, I'm the happiest man in the universe. I don't think I'm ever going to get used to this feeling, I don't even want to get used to it, that way I get to appreciate it more everytime it comes.

"Do you want to go to bed?" I ask her, even though I know she's going to say yes.

She puffs and nods her head. "I don't think I want to get pregnant again if this is how I'm going to feel for the next few months." She says to me as I carry her in my arms to our bedroom.

It's funny how I've always seen everything as ours even before I put my ring on her finger. It's like my mind already set itself up or already knew that it was going to have her.

"We'll talk about all that after the babies have arrived. Just sleep for now." I tell her then put her on the bed then follow her.

We're definitely having more babies, that's why I don't want her to dismiss getting pregnant again. I know she's going to want to kill me for that, especially seeing as we never really got around to discussing children. I don't think I'm ready for that conversation anyway, as long as she carries my kids in her tummy, I don't have a problem.

She doesn't answer answer and I wonder if she has fallen asleep already. She's become a fast sleeper, but also a very deep sleeper. I'm hoping that she eases off the deep sleeping as the months go by. I don't like that she sleeps this much, but there's nothing I can do about it again. But it's also something to look for information about. I don't think it's that healthy for her or the babies.

I cuddle her from behind with my hand on her growing tummy and close my eyes. I might as well sleep too, anything I don't do, Tony is going to do anyway.