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Chapter 7
"Don't you dare dunk me!" I shriek, trying to swim away from him, but the waves slow me down and Jesse grabs me from behind.
"Hahahaha!" he exclaims, sounding like an evil villain. "I've got you!"
"You're not very nice," I grumble as he moves so that he has my arms pinned behind my back and I'm just stuck standing there.
With only five days left in Honolulu, we're making the most of our time. That means days at the beach and nights in each other's arms which is fine by me.
I know what's on your minds. Have we..."consummated" our marriage yet? Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm going to have to say no, we haven't.
Not that I don't want to. I do. More than anything in the world. I really don't think I've ever wanted something so much.
Yeah, I know that is what got me here in the first place, wanting to, you know, having sex, but it's not like I can get anymore pregnant, is it?
"Let me go you fiendish monster!" I cry, trying to break free of his grasp, but Lord knows I'm not strong enough.
"Nope, I haven't had enough fun yet," Jesse says, and suddenly the ground is no longer under my feet.
"WHAT THE HELL!" I exclaim, my eyes widening as he starts spinning me around. "PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN!!!"
He puts me down all right, about 5 feet from where he's standing. It's not he throws me hard or anything, but I have a scowl on my face as I stand up nonetheless, "You're so mean to me, Jesse," I say.
"I'm mean because I love you," he replies, taking my hands in his and pulling me closer.
"You have an odd way of showing it," I say, leaning up and kissing him quickly before making my way out of the water.
He walks beside me, taking my hand once again and asking, "What would you like to do today?"
"I would like to go...shopping," I say after a moment's thought.
He stops and turns to me, a horrified look on his face. "S...Shopping?"
"Yes, shopping. But not just for me, we've done that everyday," I say, laughing a little.
"You knooow how much I hate shopping," he whines as we walking slowly over to our blanket, the sand sticking to our wet feet.
"But we'll be shopping for our baby," I say.
He smiles down at me and squeezes my hand. "Our baby," he repeats.
"Yeah. I mean, we need to start getting him or her stuff, I'm about 2 months or so along," I tell him.
"What do you think it's going to be?" he asks me as we gather up our things.
"To tell you the truth? I have absolutely no clue," I say, letting out a small giggle.
"I'm kind of hoping for a girl," he tells me, smiling. "A beautiful little girl with your eyes."
"I've always wanted a girl, but I wouldn't mind a little boy either," I say, rolling up my towel and tucking it under my arm.
Every time we talk about who the baby will look like, I get a little sad. He or she will look like Paul, not Jesse.
Jesse never brings this up, but I know he's thinking it too. I know there are times when he forgets that this isn't really his baby, and for the few seconds that I realize he's thinking about this, it makes my heart break.
As if he knows what I'm thinking, he turns to me and places a soft kiss on my forehead. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't really have to. That simple gesture makes me feel better already.
"Let's go change and we can go by the mall, see what stores they have there," Jesse says softly.
I nod my head silently and rest my head on his shoulder as we walk back to the hotel which is right on the beach.
"We can't really buy much before we know if it's a boy or a girl you know..." Jesse randomly says 10 minutes later as I'm in the bathroom changing.
"Yeah, I know," I reply, pulling my hair back into a messy bun and shrugging.
"It'll still be nice to look and stuff though," I add, pulling off my bathing suit.
I quickly slip into a cute sundress I bought the other day at a dress boutique. That's one of the best things about Hawaii: a lot of nice little shops.
"You almost ready?" Jesse asks from outside the door.
"Just about," I reply, quickly applying some lip gloss and checking my appearance before walking out of the bathroom.
"Let's get going," he says, smiling softly at me.
"Let's," I reply, grabbing my purse. He takes my free hand in his, stroking the back of it with his thumb as we head out of the hotel.
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"Are you enjoying yourself?" My mother asks me over the phone. It's the night before we have to leave, and I'm in a slightly sour mood because of that fact.
"It's been...amazing," I tell her, sighing. "I sort of don't want to come home."
"Well you won't be home for long before you move down to Stanford with Jesse," Mom says.
"Yeah," I reply, glancing over at Jesse who's packing our things. He looks up when he sees me and smiles.
"Well sweetie, I'm going to let you go...you're probably, uhm, busy," Mom says and I let out a small laugh of embarrassment.
"I'll talk to you later, mom," I reply before hanging up the phone and stretching out on the bed.
"She sends her love," I tell Jesse as he zips up his suitcase.
"Isn't that sweet of her?" he asks, getting into bed beside me. I immediately move over and rest my head on his chest as he places his hand on my stomach.
"That tickles," I say softly as he moves his fingers lightly across it.
He laughs and kisses my head softly. "You're adorable," he whispers.
"Thank you, sir," I say, looking up at him briefly before getting off the bed and walking over to the movies that we got earlier.
I pick up The Notebook and smile over at him. When he sees what movie I have, he rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything.
"Good choice," I remark before putting it in the DVD player and returning to lay down beside Jesse.
"I know it's one of your favorites, querida," he says, putting his arm around me and pulling me closer.
I can feel him chuckling at me, and I simply sit up and cross my arms over my chest, pouting for the rest of the movie.
When the movie's over, he turns off the TV and moves over a little bit, wrapping his arms around me and placing a light kiss on my shoulder. "Lo siento, querida," he whispers.
"Whatever," I say, sighing and getting off the bed, removing the DVD and putting it in its case. Looking over at the clock, I nearly gasp as I see that it's already 11:30. Holy shit, when did it get so late?
I sit back down on the bed, moving far away from Jesse. Don't ask me where this bad mood is coming from. Of course, I'm a little ticked off that he laughed at me, but...it just seems to be really getting to me, more than it normally would.
"Look at us, querida, having our first fight as a married couple," Jesse says, chuckling a little until he remembers that that's what got us here in the first place.
I just pout and don't say anything. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed at you," he says, moving over a little bit and reaching for my hand.
"I'm sorry for getting so easily agitated," I sigh, lacing my fingers through his, "I love you, you know that?"
"Of course," he replies, moving closer and bringing my hand to his lips, kissing it softly. "And I love you."
"Best friend and husband," I say, hugging him.
He slowly wraps his arms around me, holding me so close, it's like I can't tell where I end and he begins.
"H...hey Jesse?" I say softly as I breathe in his scent.
"Yeah, querida?" he replies, his arms still wrapped securely around me.
"Do you think that maybe we should...well...I mean, this IS the honeymoon suite..." I stammer out.
He pulls back and swallows thickly. "Will it...hurt the baby?" he asks softly.
"No...no, I don't think so," I reply after a moment. I didn't want to let him know that I had looked that up on the internet the other day, wondering the same thing.
He nods his head and leans down, kissing me softly. "Why don't we order some champagne from room service and...relax in the hot tub?" he asks.
"Okay," I reply and I get up to go change into one of my bathing suits while he orders the champagne.
I come out of the bathroom a moment later as Jesse's hanging up the phone. He looks over at me and a smile flickers across his features.
"I haven't seen that suit," he comments before also getting up.
"Do you like it?" I ask, grinning as he walks over to me, slipping his arms around my waist.
"I'll show you how much I like it after I change and we're in the hot tub. Why don't you start it up?" Jesse suggest, giving me a simple kiss on the lips.
"Ok," I reply, leaning up and kissing him again before going over to the hot tub.
I lean over and quickly turn it on, adjusting the settings as well, when there's a knock on the door that I assume is room service.
I quickly grab my robe and slip it on before going to open the door, smiling as Jesse comes out of the bathroom with his robe on.
"Champagne and...other amenities, at Mr. de Silva's request," the room service man says, wheeling in a tray with a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne in it, and a silver platter that was covered. Jesse ordered something else?
I look up at Jesse with raised eyebrows. He just gives the man a tip and doesn't say anything to me.
"After you, querida," he says, gesturing to the hot tub as he moves the bucket over by it, as well as the mystery tray.
"So are you going to tell me what's on the mystery tray?" I ask, pulling my robe off before stepping into the hot tub.
"Not yet, you can guess though," he replies, following me in.
"You know me, I'm not good at guessing things," I reply, leaning back and closing my eyes.
"You're not even trying," Jesse says and I hear the sound of champagne opening and being poured into glasses.
Suddenly, I open my eyes and turn to Jesse. "Uh...Jesse...I'm pregnant, I can't have that," I tell him.
"Oh...shit, I forgot that...I'm sorry, let me call and have them bring up some sparkling cider," he says quickly.
He quickly gets out of the hot tub and I sigh, sinking a little deeper into the water and closing my eyes again.
"Uhm yes, I'm sorry but could you have some of your err...best sparkling cider sent up?" I hear Jesse ask into the phone and a moment later he hangs it up.
"It should be here in a moment," he says, sitting on the edge of the tub and reaching for my hand.
I smile at him and squeeze it softly; not expecting the room service to get there so quickly, but it comes with record time.
In a matter of minutes, we're settled in the hot tub, drinking and talking about...well everything from our past to our future, a future I am very much looking forward to.
"So...we've been in here close to half an hour...you going to tell me what's in that mystery tray of yours?" I ask, scooting a little closer to Jesse.
He smiles and shakes his head. "Nahh, I think I'll just keep torturing you," he says.
"You know, you're making this whole 'till death do us part' thing hard," I say, narrowing my eyes at him.
His smile turns into a smirk and he narrows his eyes at me, trying to stare me down.
"Not. Going. To. Work," I say, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to act tough, but a smirk appears on my face against my will.
"Oh, I think it's working, querida," he says, never once blinking or taking his eyes away from me.
"Is it so bad?" I ask, letting out a huge sigh as I have to blink
"What makes you think it's bad?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at me as he steps out of the tub.
"Well, you won't tell me," I say, leaning against the side of the tub.
He smiles at me and lifts the top of the tray and my eyes instantly widen as I sit straight up.
"Jesse!" I exclaim, blushing a little bit.
He brings the tray over, setting it down on a table beside the hot tub. The tray has a plate of chocolate covered strawberries (my favorite!) on it and...well, a box of condoms.
"Jesse...you know...we really don't need those," I say slowly and he sighs. "I know...I realized that when you brought up the champagne thing," he says, blushing slightly.
"It was a nice gesture though," I say, reaching out for his hand. He takes my hand and smiles.
"So do you want to eat in there or...?" Jesse asks me.
"I don't really care, though it is getting a little lonely in here," I reply, moving over to give him room.
"In the hot tub it is," Jesse says before getting back in, moving close to me.
He turns around and grabs a strawberry from the plate, turning back around to face me. I smile at him and open my mouth, letting out a small sigh as I taste the chocolate. This just goes to show how well he knows me, knowing that chocolate covered strawberries are my favorite food.
He continues to feed me them for the next 10 minutes until they're all gone. By now I'm practically on top of him, we're so close.
We sit there in silence, barely breathing. He just gazes up at me with eyes full of love. I lean up and kiss him softly, though the kiss doesn't stay soft for long.
Even though we both have experience in this area, I find myself suddenly very self conscious and nervous as his hand comes in contact with my breast.
I gasp softly and pull away, looking down at him. "I...I'm a little nervous, Jesse," I whisper. I think back to my first time with Paul. I didn't tell him I was nervous, even though I was practically wetting myself from nervousness. I trust Jesse, though, so I know he'll understand.
"I know querida...so am I," Jesse says softly before reaching over and picking me up in his arms; carrying me out of the hot tub and placing me on the bed, where there was a towel spread out.
He positions himself over me and doesn't say a word as he leans down, kissing me so tenderly and lovingly, it makes my heart go crazy inside of my chest. I don't ever remember Paul making me feel like this.
I feel the towel pretty softly against my skin and I look and see him slowly drying me off. I let out a soft sigh and he smiles down at me, giving me a soft, gentle kiss.
I reach my hands up to his face and I let my fingers wander over it, feeling the slight stubble at his chin.
When he's done drying me off, I sit up so that he can get rid of the towel. "Don't be nervous," he whispers.
"You know what? I think it's starting to ebb away," I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He smiles and nods his head. "Good," he replies, sliding his arms around me and pulling me closer.
"When's the last time that you...you know?" I ask him.
"About a week after the prom," he tells me. "Just a few days before...well, Kelly and I broke up."
"Oh," I say softly and he leans down to kiss me again.
"How...how about you?" he asks, gently pushing me back against the pillows.
"Uhm...wow, I guess it was...3 days before I found out I was pregnant?" I say, not really remembering.
He nods his head and whispers, "I was just wondering." I nod in reply and lean up, kissing him.
We remain kissing for at least 10 minutes until I feel his hand slowly venture back towards my breast.
I let out a soft moan, my nervousness totally gone by now. Actually, it feels right, like the whole world is falling into place.
"That feels good," I whisper, pressing myself closer to him.
He doesn't say anything as his hands keep working their magic. I let out a higher, breathier moan as I feel the cold air on my bare chest when he removes the top of my bikini.
"Now we're even," he says and I let out a small giggle before sitting up and looking at him.
He gently runs his hands all over my chest. "You're so..." he whispers, leaning down and pressing his lips to my neck, slowly traveling down. "Beautiful."
"Mmm, thank you," I reply as he slowly pleasures my upper body, his hands so different from Paul's.
Actually, now that I think about it, everything about him is completely different than Paul. Jesse's touches and kisses are gentle and loving while Paul's were...kind of territorial.
That's not to say I didn't enjoy them, because I did, I did a lot, but I love knowing that there's someone like Jesse out there to make me really feel loved.
My breath hitches a little as I feel his hands start to slide my bikini bottoms down my legs. He looks down at me, as if asking my permission to continue.
As a reply of sorts, I place my hands over his and help him slide them off of me.
In a few moments, we're both naked, and I have never felt as comfortable with Paul as I do now.
"Are you sure you don't feel weird about this, querida?" Jesse asks me as he's lying beside me, looking deeply into my eyes, "I mean, we've been best friends since 7th grade...we can't go back after we do what we're about to do."
I reach out and softly touch his cheek. "I've never been surer of anything, Jesse," I whisper. "You have been there for me when I thought I was totally alone. I love you more than anything in the world."
A smile flickers onto his handsome face and he places his hand over mine, sliding his fingers through my fingers.
"I love you too," he replies, leaning over to kiss me. "I will always be here for you. You are never alone."
"You mean so much to me," I sigh softly.
He smiles and kisses me softly. "You'll never know how much," I continue as he moves so that he's hovering over me.
He leans down a little bit and slides his arms around my body so that he's holding me, his arousal pressed against my lower abdomen and I realize that I haven't really looked at it...
My eyes flicker down for a moment but then they go right back up to his face so he won't catch me looking at it. Three words, my friends: oh my God. I hear him chuckle softly and a blush slowly spreads across his features.
"S...Sorry," I mumble, averting my eyes from his. He chuckles again and shakes his head. "It's all right, querida," he says softly.
"I don't want to make you feel embarrassed that I'm...comparing you or something, because I'm not," I say quickly.
"It's ok, querida," he says again, still smiling.
I smile weakly back and whisper, "Ok, enough talking."
"I really don't mind, it gives me reason to be egotistical," Jesse says, grinning and I let out a small laugh before running my hands down his chest slowly.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," I reply, grinning up at him. He leans down and kisses me slowly and passionately.
My hand ventures even lower until I hear him gasp against my lips, the gasp quickly turning into a moan.
I smile into our kiss, knowing this is a good sign. It's a little different, though, because it never took Paul that long to...well, you know.
"Should I stop?" I ask Jesse, this on my mind.
He lets out a deep moan and shakes his head. "N…No," he mumbles, taking a deep breath.
I smile a little before taking my lower lip in between my teeth softly, glancing back down at what I was doing to him with my hand.
He lets out a slew of Spanish as I keep pleasuring him. Paul never reacted like this. I think it might be because Jesse's less experienced.
"Dios Susannah...that feels so good..." Jesse moans deeply.
I smile and lean up to kiss him, my hand moving faster and faster until he lets out a long, deep moan and comes all over my hand.
He rests his head against my collarbone, breathing in deeply for a minute or so before he looks up at me, hunger in his eyes.
Suddenly, his lips are on mine with more passion than ever before. I moan softly into his mouth and wrap my arms tightly around him.
His lips move down to my neck, kissing me over and over on the places that elicit the most moans of pleasure from my mouth.
"Jesse...oh my God, Jesse," I moan as he kisses his way down my body until his head is between my thighs.
A low, guttural sound escapes from my mouth, something that had NEVER come out of it before, but all of a sudden it came out of my mouth.
Paul has never done this. Whenever he'd get close, he'd stop for reasons I don't know, but whatever. I'm having trouble forming coherent thoughts here.
"J...Jesse...that...oh god that feels amazing...don't stop, don't stop," I moan out over and over again, shivers constantly running up and down my spine.
I can't even tell you how I'm feeling right now. It's like he's lit a fire deep in my stomach that gets bigger and bigger every time he flicks his tongue.
"Does this feel good, querida?" Jesse asks me, his voice deep with desire and I practically scream that it does.
"It does, Jesse!" I cry, my hands balling into fists as I try not to scream. "Oh my God, Jesse...don't stop."
"I won't, don't worry," Jesse says before continuing in his ministrations diligently.
Moments later, I collapse in my release, breathing heavily. "Oh...my...God," I whisper as he crawls up my body, kissing me softly.
"Jesse...that was...oh my god," I say, running my hands through his thick, dark hair.
He grins down at me and presses his lips against mine. "Paul," I continue. "He never...he never..." He understands what I mean and chuckles a little, kissing me again.
"Then I am glad that I got to first," Jesse says, nuzzling the crook of my neck with his nose softly.
I let out a soft sigh and take a few more deep breaths before whispering, "Jesse...make love to me."
I feel his actions halt momentarily before he looks into my eyes, his eyes so dark and so beautiful, and the corner of his mouth rises in a small smile.
"As you wish, querida," he whispers and what follows is absolutely the greatest night of my life.