Chapter 110 A happy but difficult time!

Chapter 110 A happy but difficult time!
Chapter 110: A Happy but Difficult Time!

It has been over six weeks since Alejandro was born, and Michael filled his time of abstinence by eating delicious desserts and doing a lot of exercise both before going to the office and when he got home.

Valeria, without knowing why, found herself thinking about what it would feel like to explore that mouth with her own and run her hands through his hair, a bit long and silky at the moment.

When he saw her watching, he smiled but quickly lowered his head with a cautious gesture. She knows what I feel, maybe because she feels it herself. It hasn't been easy sleeping in the same bed all this time without being able to touch her, because if I touch her, I ignite. Sure, we've done other things when we can't take it anymore, but it's not enough. I want more.

There are moments when even watching her eat seems sexy to me, when she walks, dresses, breastfeeds the baby, everything is provocative. Even the smell of her hair, I find erotic, I don't exactly know why.

She herself prepared a delicious fish with vegetables for me. We've resumed our habit of keeping Sundays just for the two of us, and she and I prepared that delicious meal together.

While helping her, I had to resist a strong urge to kiss her. I can't wait for this abstinence to end; it's a happy but very difficult time. I tell myself, "You have to control yourself!" It's not easy because I like this woman, she drives me crazy.

I feel like a teenager and not like a man who is about to turn 38. There are only two days left until my birthday. I wonder if Valeria remembers. Thinking about it, I also imagine what my best gift would be, and that thought made me swallow hard. I could hardly enjoy the meal with that tension.

"For dessert, we have apple pie. Cristina made it."

"Oh, darling, if you knew what I want for dessert!"

"What is it? Tell me, and I'll make it for you."

"I know you'll do it in due time."

"Dubois, stop it, we can't."

"When are you going to the doctor?"

"Tomorrow is my appointment," that made me react.

"Tomorrow? Really, my love?"

"Yes."

"And do you think he'll say that, um... we can..."

"I don't know, let's wait and see."

"I'll go with you."

"No, you go to the office, and I'll go with mom and Margaret."

"I want to go with you!"

"You won't. I'll tell you afterward."

"You're a little mean, my love. You weren't like this before," and he smiled.

...

Life has been quite peaceful these weeks. Alejandro is growing, his pediatrician says he's doing very well. He only had some colic that scared us a lot, but he's better now.

Every week has been a new adventure. He sleeps a lot, but when he's awake, he smiles, and each of his beautiful smiles is a celebration for all of us. He's incredibly adorable!

We all marvel at his smile or when he puts his fist in his little mouth. He looks at me, and I look at him when I feed him. He makes beautiful sounds with his little mouth.

I can't stop looking at my baby, and I am filled with tenderness. Now I can't imagine life without him, without his tender gaze and his smile.
We've created a routine since the nurses aren't here now. Dubois insisted on leaving one during the day to help me, but I don't think it's necessary for now.

Over the days, I perfected my technique for bathing him. At first, I was scared to hold him, but the nurses, mom, and Cristina showed me how to do it, and I discovered it was another way to show him affection and give him massages.

Since I've developed a beautiful bond with my baby, Dubois sometimes gets jealous. He goes to the office and comes back in the afternoon, saying it takes away a lot of time with the baby.

However, on Saturdays and Sundays, he takes care of our baby's bath. He wants to be a good dad.

I tell him he is. The baby feeds from my breast every two or three hours, and Dubois still wakes up to hand him to me and then burps him, rocks him to sleep, and places him in the crib.

After mom told him I needed to drink a lot of water while breastfeeding, he goes and brings me water. My man is very sweet, and I can't wait to call him my husband. That word feels more intimate, or maybe it's just my idea.

I don't have much of a belly anymore. I've been wearing a postpartum girdle that has helped, and Margaret tells me to ask the doctor about physical exercise at the appointment.

I know Dubois is restless, and I know why. We both want the same thing. Not even the sleepless nights can contain the sexual tension. Even before our baby, we didn't make love, and now it's been all this time. That's why when we're alone, we feel restless. It's not easy being close and sleeping together; we manage because exhaustion overcomes us.

The day after tomorrow is his birthday, so I'll ask the doctor if we can have intimate relations and give him that gift on that day.

For that reason, I don't want him to come to the appointment. I have to ask several intimate questions, especially about family planning since I'm breastfeeding, which will be crucial. Plus, I'll buy some very sexy lingerie depending on what the doctor says.

...

Today is my appointment with my gynecologist, and mom and Margaret are coming to help with the baby, although I'll be alone in the consultation. Honestly, I still don't feel sexy enough. My usual perfume is the smell of breast milk.

"Physically, I feel very well, doctor."

"And emotionally? Depression, sadness, crying, sudden mood changes?"

"No, none of that. I feel very well, a little tired from feeding the baby, but wonderfully well."

"Perfect." She asks me more questions, and we move to the gynecological examination room.

"Well, we've finished the physical exam. You've progressed very well. You need to understand that the recovery is gradual. The abdominal inflammation has decreased, but you can walk. Don't go on any diets for now."

"And about intimate relations?"

"You can start if you want to. It's not mandatory. Remember, you've gone through childbirth, and you're breastfeeding now. You might feel tired and not in the mood for sex. No one will blame you for that. On the other hand, the later you start having relations, the better it will be for your body."
If you start your relationships and experience any kind of pain, you can call me without any issue or come to the office, which would be the best.

"Can I use a male condom in the meantime?"

"Yes, you can."

I leave the office more satisfied; I know I haven't slept properly in a long time, but of course, I want Dubois, to sleep with him every night. Being with him is difficult because I know a kiss could lead us to make love, and we couldn't until now.

When I step out of the office, my accomplices are there with my baby, who hasn't woken up. "How are you?" Margaret asks.

"I'm very well and I have permission for what you know." I've reached a point where I've lost the embarrassment with Mom and she knows what I'm talking about. Being friends with Margaret has taught me to be a bit more spontaneous.

I can't speak more clearly because we're surrounded by security personnel. Dubois is concerned about the baby. He let us come because of breastfeeding, but he says next time the doctor has to come because taking the baby out when he's so small stresses him out.

"How do we buy the lingerie? Dubois doesn't want me to stay out long with the baby."

"Don't worry, I've already contacted a nearby store. We won't be out long. They know what we want and will find your size. They have lingerie and sexy dresses; you just need to check if you like them."

"But we won't take long?"

"Not at all, everything is ready," says Margaret.

"And the stylist is waiting for us at home."

"Dubois' birthday is tomorrow, and I wanted this as a gift."

"Valeria, when your husband finds out the doctor gave permission, you won't even make it to the bedroom, so let's give him the gift early."

Margaret is like that, too spontaneous. Sometimes her spontaneity makes me blush, but I have to learn to be more spontaneous myself. I watch Mom, and she's focused on Alejandro. Nothing Margaret says surprises her anymore.

"Let's go, they're waiting for us at the store, and then you'll go to the stylist. Tonight, Dubois will be thrilled when he sees you, you'll see."

Margaret made so many preparations that she was very tired. So after the stylist did my hair in a very natural way, I told them to let me rest while the baby slept. When I got up, I saw what Margaret had left on the bed. I don't know how Margaret thought I could wear that with my breasts leaking milk, but I would try.

It's one of the dresses I tried on at the store. It fits me well, it's black, with a V-neck and buttons so I wouldn't have trouble breastfeeding my son. Plus, we found a front-opening bra much prettier than the one I had for nursing, so quickly before my baby woke up, I put it on, and overall I dressed and looked great.

My fairy godmothers, while I took my nap, also prepared a roast that was in the oven in my room's kitchen, a salad, and left wine to chill, of course for Dubois, and a table for two. Incredibly, these women are too romantic, and the mischievous Margaret even told me what to say when I see Dubois and how to stand. I smile; I haven't evolved enough to wear those clothes.
"Hello my love, I've been calling you all afternoon and you didn't answer."

"Sorry Dubois, I fell asleep."

"Do you feel unwell?"

"No, my love, you know it's the late nights. Are you on your way home?"

"Yes, I'm on my way. What did the doctor say?"

"I'll tell you when you get here. I'll be waiting for you, my love."

"Okay."

My baby wakes up, so I feed him, burp him, and put him in his crib. Now that he's eaten, I'll have time to attend to Dubois. "Be good for mommy and daddy, little one. We need our moment."

...

The expression I saw in his eyes when he opened the door and saw everything was so exciting. I didn't make my entrance as Margaret taught me, but I waited anxiously in the living room. Dubois came to where I was and began to hug and kiss me very gently. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, laying me on the sheets and lying down beside me.

Despite his obvious excitement, he took his time undressing me, savoring me carefully, stimulating and caressing me until we were both very aroused, and I began to beg him to give me the relief only he could provide.

Being mindful of my recent childbirth, Dubois put on a condom and moved slowly, carefully, though his previous caresses had already prepared me, and I was very wet. He acted as if it was the first time we made love.

We made love as if he didn't want to hurt me, and I never thought I could reach such pleasure, wanting to stay like that forever.

We slept embraced until we heard the baby's cry. Dubois got up and brought him to me to nurse. After handing him over, he sat beside me and started kissing my neck, my back, my arms. My body felt satisfied, but it awakened again under his caresses.

"I love you, my love. You make me so happy. Thank you for this surprise. Did I hurt you?" Dubois asked.

"No, my love, it was wonderful."

We attended to the baby and put him back in his crib, then returned to our caresses and words of passion and love. Dubois gave me intense pleasure again, moving gently inside me, filling me completely. The sensation was highly satisfying, and he took his time so I could enjoy the act of love, repeating my name with passion in each thrust, reaching pleasure together and ending breathless until our heartbeats calmed.

"I love you, my love," Dubois whispered in my ear, pressing his naked body against mine.

"I love you too, my love."

We fell asleep like that and forgot about dinner. In the middle of the night, the baby woke us up again. We attended to him and ate. As usual, he sat me on his lap, this time naked, and we ate from his plate. Then I took a cupcake from the fridge and sang happy birthday.

"Happy birthday, my love," Valeria said.

"You remembered?"

"Of course! How could I forget my love's birthday?"