Chapter 222 BONUS CHAPTER 7 (TALIA)

Chapter 222 BONUS CHAPTER 7 (TALIA)
"Morning, Jeff."
I staggered down to the kitchen. My right hand cradled Celine to my chest. My baby daughter was busy sucking on her pacifier, staring at me with her round eyes. They were Cielo's, because Celine has dark eyes like Cielo's.
"Morning, Talia. You still look sleepy."
"I am."
I yawned widely and covered it with the back of my hand. I'd only slept about three hours after Cielo had drained all my energy all night. He'd won a complete victory because our little girl hadn't interrupted her fun like she had the other night. He knew he'd be working from home today, so he kept us both awake until morning. I didn't go to bed until around three in the morning. Cielo was a morning person. He never had a problem waking up at six, even though he'd only gone to bed at three. Hours of non-stop sex were like a rechargeing his batteries.
“This princess is ruining my sleep.”
“She likes to get her breakfast on time.”
“Definitely. She’s as impatient as Cielo.”
I kissed her chubby cheek, and she wriggled like a caterpillar in my arms. Celine frowned at the interruption. Just like Zaiden, she was very much like Cielo. Especially when she was angry about not getting what she wanted. She was as grumpy as Cielo when she was in a bad mood.
“Orange juice?”
“Thanks, Jeff.”
I pulled up a stool and sat down. I drank the orange juice like someone who hadn’t had a drink in years. I was so thirsty.
“What do you want for breakfast?”
“Anything delicious.”
“Toast, salad, sausage, and eggs Benedict?”
“Perfect. I’m practically drooling right now thinking about them. I’m starving.”
“No wonder. You have to breastfeed Celine.”
“Yeah.”
I was actually starving because Cielo drained me last night. But I couldn't tell Jeff that outright. Even if he heard my screams last night.
"Where's Cielo?"
Before going down to the kitchen, I checked his study, but he wasn't there. I thought he was having breakfast in the kitchen after hitting the gym. He wasn't in his study, and he wasn't in the kitchen. That was very odd, considering he'd said he'd be working from home.
“He was here for breakfast an hour ago. Then Zaiden came in while he was busy on his laptop. Your son was cranky, asking Mr. Morgan to carry him. He then went out carrying Zaiden and his laptop. They’re probably in the backyard.”
“Okay. Please bring my breakfast over there. If you don’t mind,” I added with a grin.
“Never mind at all. I’ll bring it right away.”
“Thank you so much, Jeff. You’re the best.”
“You’re welcome. The pleasure is mine.”
I was only halfway to the backyard, but I could already hear Zaiden’s excited voice and the sound of splashing water. The closer I got to the double doors leading to the backyard, the clearer the commotion became. The sun shone on my face as I slid open the glass doors and walked to the pool. Summer had only arrived about two weeks ago. The temperature was warm, but not hot. The sky was blue and very bright. It was perfect for outdoor activities. Zaiden was swimming with Cielo. They both seemed so engrossed in their own world that they didn't even notice my presence.
"You two having fun without me, huh?"
"Mommy! Celine."
My son swam as agilely as a fish to the edge of the pool. He'd been swimming since he was eight months old. Cielo first put him in the pool when he was six months old, and he was thrilled. Since then, Cielo had been regularly teaching Zaiden to swim whenever he had free time at home. I was so grateful that Cielo was willing to work hard to teach his son swimming, instead of asking a swimming coach to teach our son.
"I thought you'd be in bed longer."
"I was, if this little princess hadn't cried so hard and forced me out of bed."
Cielo jumped out of the pool. I threw a towel at him, and he dried himself quickly.
"Mommy."
"Do you want to get out of the pool now?"
"No, I still want to swim. Daddy, come on."
"You swim by yourself. Daddy has some work to do."
"Okay. But you'll be working from the gazebo, right?"
"I'll be here until you're done swimming, son."
"Okay, Daddy."
I never tire of watching their interactions. I almost couldn't believe that all the beautiful things I see now started from such terrible, bitter experiences.