The new and final chapter of Joy of L'Amour's 1st Season is finally here! I hope you all enjoy this wonderful finale! Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 10: Things to Come
It was approaching the beginning of a new week for the skunk and cat couple, as they passionately assaulted each other with kisses and surprise attacks. Finally it was about time for them to return home. Penelope walked into the room, dressed in a red and black dress with frills covering most of her thighs. She wore a silver pendent with a sparkling diamond in the shape of a small heart, that Pepé gave her one night during the honeymoon.
Meanwhile Pepé, who was dressed in black pressed jeans and a red shirt with his old jacket from his college days, was at his desk, busy scribbling into a brown soft bound journal with his name at the the bottom, a gold tassel in-between the pages, and a pen hooked onto the cover. His hand frivolous scratching the pen against the paper, in very fancy, yet still somewhat identifiable cursive writing.
Penelope smiled and licked her lips then pounced, hugging him close, and making sure he felt her soft breasts against his back. She buried her face into his warm neck, purring and inhaling his scent.
Pepé, a bit shocked, gently sat his journal down, and kissed her gently, gently running his tongue over hers. He smiled panting a bit. "Well, I was wondering when you'd try something ma chérie."
"I was feeling lonely darling. Girls don't like being neglected." She spoke in a seductive voice, purring and running her hands over his broad shoulders.
Pepé stood up, and held her lovingly in his arms. "You've turned into a real lewd épouse (spouse), you know that?"
"Fitting for the frivolous Frenchman pervert skunk." Penelope winked, as she wrapped her tail around his. She kissed him gently slowly pulling at his shirt and rubbing her hands all over his shoulders and back.
Afterward, Pepé smiled and wagged his finger pushing her back gently. "Don't think I'll let you câliner (kiss, cuddle, caress, etc.) moi this time. I'm not letting you have your way too much." He said, poking her breast playfully.
"You're so bad. Teasing your wife with arousing kisses, then force her to wait for her desires to be met." Penelope pouted. "Why do you torture me?"
Pepé kissed her licking her lips then squeezed her right breast gently causing Penelope to purr and moan rubbing her legs together, feeling her lower regions throb desperately. "Because perverted girls who try to act like saints are fun to punish."
Penelope scoffed in shock blushing deeply. "You crooked little…" She kept purring as Pepé massaged her more.
Pepé finally stopped his teasing causing Penelope to throw a tantrum, her moment of pleasure ruined and any chance of orgasm denied. He laughed as she flopped on the bed completely red and panting, her underwear drenched.
"Darn it, you could've at least finished me off instead of leaving me hanging like that you jerk!" She growled.
"Karma can be cruel la cocotte (love, darling, honey). Now you know how I felt in college."
"Oh, I see. It's all about that now. Punish me for something like that, eh?" Penelope smirked.
"It's a little, how the Americans say "tit for tat", I believe?" Pepé wondered, tapping his chin with his finger, then went back to writing.
Penelope smirked, as imaginary devil horns sprawled from her head. "Well, I can oblige for the first part." She purred gently pushing her breasts up a bit, showing a bit of her cleavage.
Pepé smiled. "Nice try, but I'm not that easy ma chérie."
Penelope smiled getting up and pressed her soft melons against his head rhythmically matching the bounces with her words. "Are you sure?"
Pepé blushed, as his rod sprung up, somehow feeling as though her breasts had gotten bigger. "Not as much as I was."
"Well too bad!" Penelope said sticking out her tongue.
"Oh, okay, I walked into that. I admit it."
Penelope looked at the journal in his hand. "What is that anyway? A personal journal?"
"Yes and no. Ma grand-mère gave it to me when I was a teenager in Lycée. I have two more just like this. I don't really use it for keeping secrets or things like that though, because too many people try to snoop through them. So, I use it for story drafts and ideas for future novels." Pepé opened the cover showing a note from his grandmother in the inner cover.
For Pepé:
Your parents would always tell me about how much you love to write, so I brought this for you from a pawn shop. It was such a nice looking journal. Hard to believe someone pawned this without writing one word in it, so I'm giving it to you. For that vivid imagination of yours.
Best Wishes,
Grand-mère
"Oh I see." Penelope sat on the bed as Pepé got up and joined her.
"I always wanted to write, I always had dreams about being a big author, successful and well known for great books." Pepé sighed thinking about his grandmother. "She would've been so proud of me." He did his best to hold back his tears, but Penelope hugged him close.
"I'm sure she is, up there in Heaven with the other angels." Penelope smiled. "So what's in it?"
Pepé turned a few pages. "Well, one idea was for a romantic skunkette girl looking for love. 'She was blindingly beautiful skunkette. Her fur was as black as onyx and white as snow, her fur as soft as wool and smooth as satin; her eyes blue as the ocean, and hair blonde as the sun; a truly beautiful girl, but she grew up in a very ugly world. Her father was a deadbeat and would run around constantly cheating on his wife and even raping other women. She wound up alone after the age of 13, because her family had split and she was forced to wander the streets for Paris looking for a line of work. Unfortunately, she had no real job experience so she couldn't offer much. She is found by a group of outcast skunks and is offered hospitality. However, as payment for her stay with them, she has to offer up herself for them. Up until her 20's, she was nothing but a servant, forced to please her evil horny landlords just to be allowed to eat and go to school."
"Oh my goodness! That sounds… just unbelievable!" Penelope gasped.
"Wait, it gets better. 'But little did she know, that not everyone saw her as a means of gratification. Among all of those aggressive, testosterone driven skunks, a strong yet kind looking member of the group constantly had his eye on her. He was a strong but soft-spoken individual. He was gray wolf was a fairly strong frame and very tall, with a somewhat short tail, a scar under his left eye, he wore an old white button up shirt and jeans torn at the knees. He often looked at her, but didn't look at her with thoughts of lust. He looked at her with genuine care and sweetness. She finally locked her eyes on his. He showed her compassion, giving her his food, never really asking to use her for anything he couldn't do himself. He thought she was beautiful. The other skunks hated that he was a wolf, that the little skunkette liked him the most. He was often bullied despite easily outclassing them in strength and physical appearance, simply because he was different. Much like she went through as a kid. She and him liked each other, but were often kept apart, often told their own kind that wolves were aggressive, power hungry and controlling lovers of violence and bloodshed, and that skunks were smelly cheaters and liars who were obsessed with sex. They didn't see that in each other… but found more similarities than differences despite them being different…'."
"…and that was what drew them together." Penelope added.
Pepé nodded closing the journal as he sat it down. "Not the best story ever, but it could be worse."
"I like the idea. It shows that anyone can really be together and get rid of any sort of stereotype about someone. Heck, maybe we should get my stepmother to read it sometime."
Pepé and Penelope laughed a bit, before smiling at each other. They spent the next few minutes reading over ideas and discussing them. Penelope personally loved the romance over his action because to her it was so much better.
Toward the night however, things weren't so sweet and lovey dovey. Penelope started having stomach pains and started throwing up excessively. Pepé had stayed there to try to help her through it patting her back gently. Afterwards she wobbled around unable to stand without needing to throw up again. "What the heck is going on? Everything's spinning." She fell into Pepé's arms, feeling very hot to the touch. "What's happening?"
"I don't know. Maybe we should get some help." Pepé tried to pick her up but she put her hand over her mouth and shook her head frantically. He put her back over the toilet so she could vomit again. "Okay, you stay there, and I'll get someone."
A few minutes later Pepé came out of the elevator, to find Julie and Nicole at the desk laughing from a joke the doorman was telling them. "Ahh, Pepé, and where is your wife?" Julie asked.
"She's sick, and I need your help."
"Oh, dear. Let's see what we can do." Nicole said. "Julie, go get my bag."
"On it!" He said with a salute.
A few minutes later, they were up to their room floor. "So what happened?"
"I don't know, she was puking and dizzy."
"Could be flu… any symptoms at all?" Julie asked.
"Well, she said something about stomach pains, and she was complaining about a headache, the puking, she was somewhat irritable and seemed upset. Her breasts looked bigger, as if they swelled up and—what the ham hocks?!" Pepé gasped as he opened the door and saw leftovers food of fish, sausage, pies and cakes, peanut butter and jam, croissants, cream filled crepes, baguettes, and empty cans on the floor and bed, some eaten, some just sitting there for decoration apparently. "What is all this?"
"I'm starting to see a pattern here…" Nicole stated, when all of a sudden and she heard a loud grunt and painful moaning.
"Oh God, that's nasty." Penelope groaning as she flushed the toilet.
"Survey says, bathroom." Julie said pointing to the door.
Pepé opened the door and poked his head in. "Penelope? You okay in here?"
Penelope growled and lunged at Pepé looking at him angrily. "WHERE WERE YOU?!" She darted her eyes at Nicole. "What are you doing here? Trying to seduce my Pepé, you skank?!"
Nicole shook her hands defensively. "No no no no no! I just wanted to see if you were alright. Pepé told us you weren't feeling well."
Penelope looked at her suddenly becoming guilt-filled and kissed Pepé looking at him sadly. "Sorry sweetie." She got up and started to eat one of the croissants.
"Oh, is that one honey filled? Can I have one?" Julie went to grab a croissant, but Penelope swatted his hand away. "Ouch!"
"Mine!" She shouted, huddling all the food together, eating one thing and tossing the others to the side.
Nicole folded her arms. "Well, she's sure teetering all over the place. Behavior and appetite wise."
Pepé got up and dusted himself off. "I think I know what's going on here. I've seen my mother like this. It was always when she was—oh no! No no no!" Pepé gasped in shock.
"Ah, it makes perfect sense." Julie said as he snapped his fingers.
"Yep, congratulations, you've got Penelope—."
"Don't say it!" Pepé said with his hand over his face.
"Pregnant!" Nicole and Julie cheered, joyfully doing jazz hands.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Pepé covered his ears. "La la la la la! I don't wanna hear it!"
A bit of food fell out of a shocked Penelope's mouth. "What?!"
Nicole patted Penelope's belly. "Aww, that's how I felt when I found out." She smiled.
Pepé paced around the room. "What have I done? I can't take care of a baby! I usually had my parents to help me out with my seven other frères et sœurs! I can't do this by myself! I gotta get out of here!" Pepé bolted for the door.
"Peppers!" Penelope called out completely shocked.
"He's making a run for it!" Nicole shouted.
"Oh no you don't!" Julie grabbed Pepé then shook him and slapped him against the cheek several times. "Pepé! Get a grip! You started this, and you will finish it! You're not walking out on your kids! You're gonna stay be your wife's side and help her through her pregnancy!" Julie yelled. "Your parents didn't separate when they had all eight of you, and darn it, you are not doing the same. You can't. You have to take responsibility. "What would your father and mother think if you backed out now like some coward?"
Pepé looked at Penelope who looked at him with a very disappointed face, raising the back of her hand showing her ring to him; something that they always did to signify they'd always be together. He raised his feeling very guilty. Penelope never expected this behavior from someone she married and was appalled by how childish Pepé had acted. Nicole and Julie looked at Pepé and motioned him to come sit by and comfort his wife, who was waiting with her arms folded, her eyes locked on his firmly, telling him if he leaves her now, he won't see her or her future baby anytime soon. He sat next to Penelope and held her close hugging her. "Je suis désolé Penelope. Forgive me for being so foolish. I promise to be by your side and I'll never leave you alone like that ever. I promise."
Penelope smiled tearing up and hugged him deeply, jumping into his arms. "Thank you." She kissed him deeply and nuzzled his chest. However, the moment was such lived as she held her hand over her mouth, which only meant one thing: She needed to throw up.
"Penelope… no! Bad kitty! Oh no! Clear the way!" Pepé said as he scooped up her up into his arms and rushed her to the bathroom shutting the door.
"BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGH!" Penelope groaned.
"Aww, not on my jacket chérie!" Pepé griped.
Because of the pregnancy, Penelope really wasn't in a mood to get anywhere, so they stayed about another two weeks. Afterward, it was finally time for them to go. Pepé, back in his jacket, was seen packing stuff into the back of Pepé's Jeep. Pepé shut the trunk and wiped his forehead. "Okay, I think that's everything. Now I just need to get Penelope and—eek!" Pepé screeched as Penelope pressed against him.
"Mmm, hello my skunk hunk! Missed me?" Penelope purred hugging his arm.
Pepé blushed heavily. "I thought you were waiting inside!"
"I was but I got lonely. I don't wanna be apart from you… Daddy." She purred whispering the last word as she put his hand on her belly.
Pepé desperately rolled his eyes. "Dieu, aide-moi. (God, help me.)"
"Aww, you guys are so cute together. Good luck on your marriage and new family." Nicole said waving.
"Maman et papa always said 'une famille that prays together stays together'. In that case, I'm going to need a lot of prayer for this." Pepé smiled holding back a sigh.
On the way back to the house, Pepé parked the Jeep and helped Penelope out of it. She was now wearing pink flats on her feet.
Vivian and David came by seeing Pepé and Penelope. "Hey, you two. You look rested, how was the honeymoon.
"Very fulfilling. Thanks to Pepé." Penelope smiled, subtly dropping a hint.
Vivian noticed Penelope's changes to her body and knew what was happening. She blushed a bit nervously.
David put a hand on her shoulder. "Relax, you won't be too far behind." He whispered, trying to help her relax.
In response, Vivian hit his arm, obviously offended. "David!"
David and Penelope laughed.
Pepé looked at Penelope and smiled then kissed her cheek. "Je t'aime chérie."
Penelope smiled. "Love you too and thanks for the—."
"Gift that keeps on giving?" David laughed.
"David!" Everyone shouted.
David chuckled in response and soon everyone else chimed in.
Pepé was happy and as was Penelope. He had gotten the girl of his dreams he'd hope for, and she had the man every girl would be lucky to have; and also had the love of a new member of the family that would soon be arriving…
To Be Continued…
So that is it for this segment of Joy of L'Amour. I enjoyed doing the chapter a lot. It was shorter than I thought it would be but I loved doing this series. Sadly though, this will be the end of this particular series bracket, so there will be no chapter of this next month, as I must take time to prepare for a new story plot, with all new characters, background stories, and settings. Hope you all enjoyed reading this work and stay on the lookout for future installments. This is Satoru123 saying peace! See you next time!