Just a chapter of adorable relationship moments. In the next chapter, we'll have more babysitting scenes.
Bash places his book down on his lap, tilting his head in confusion when his wife upturns a box and a bunch of boxes litter their bed. He reaches forward and pulls one to read it.
"Ovulation test?" He asks, an amused eyebrow rising up. "Really?"
Kenna nods, looking through the items. "Mary said it would help. Keeping track of my periods and ovulation periods... We're trying for a baby, we have to do this properly."
Just before he can speak, his phone beeps and he picks it up from the bedside table, squinting at an alert on his phone.
"You've synced your cycle to my phone?"
"Yeah," Kenna says nonchalantly as she starts chucking the boxes back inside. "We will start in a week. My period started today."
"No wonder you've been complete-" He stops his quiet remark, quickly giving his wife a smile. "Do you want a hot water bottle?"
Kenna narrows her eyes knowingly. "I know your game," she tells him, hearing Emilie start to cry. "Hot water bottle, bubble bath and the good chocolate. The one you got delivered from Switzerland for your father's sweet tooth."
She places the box on her bedside table and heads into the nursery, lifting Emilie into her arms.
"Good morning, precious," she coos, seeing Emilie's lips waver and pout. "Oh, you're so big! Let's get you some milk for breakfast."
She heads downstairs and spots Bash on his phone by the switched-on kettle and she hands Emilie over so she can prepare her milk.
"I'm going to work this afternoon. Just a few hours," Bash tells her. "I'm not looking forward to it. I have two finance meetings and one introduction to an architect."
"An architect?" Kenna asks curiously as she shakes the bottle up and places her phone down on the counter to drop Leeza an invite over. "What for?"
"A new restaurant," Bash says, bouncing Emilie in his arms slightly.
Kenna raises her brows. "Wow," she says, checking the temperature of the milk as Emilie starts to fuss. "Bring her here."
He gives Emilie to her and watches as she starts to feed her. "Yeah, it's in Nice."
"Nice? That's pretty," Kenna replies, making sure that Emilie's feeding well.
"I'll actually need to go there tomorrow morning," Bash says nervously. "It won't be for long. Just a week to oversee building plans and the location. Nice is high in tourism and we've finally had the go-ahead to build."
Kenna playfully rolls her eyes. "Go. Emmy and I will be fine."
"I'll call every day," he says, rubbing the side of his finger against Emilie's cheek, the baby's eyes landing on him. "I'll have to get up early at five and leave by six for the flight. I won't wake you up but I might give Emmy her first feed and leave her with you."
"That's fine," Kenna hums. She looks up at Bash and kisses him. "It will be torture. Being apart from you."
Bash chuckles, kissing her forehead. "You'll be fine. We've done it before."
"When we're arguing-"
"You mean, when you're in a strop," Bash cuts her off.
She rolls her eyes. "Anyway, I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too," Bash says, giving her a wide smile.
"Okay, don't get too cocky," she mutters, smacking his chest after resting the bottle on her chin. "Silly head..."
...
Bash wakes up before his alarm goes off, turning it off before it can wake his wife up before he gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom to get ready for the day with a yawn and a stretch.
When he's finished getting ready for the day, he presses a soft kiss on Kenna's cheek before quietly opening the door and finding Madame Lombard about to enter the nursery.
"I've got it, thanks," he mouths, taking the bottle and going inside to tend to an awake Emilie. "Hey, sweetie. Do you want to wish me a 'good trip'? I'm going to miss you."
He sits down with her in his arm, using his other hand to feed Emilie. He almost falls back asleep if not for Madame Lombard coming inside twenty minutes to take over and tell him the driver's ready.
"One last kiss," Bash says when they're at the door and the woman is chasing him out with Emilie in her arms.
She chuckles, nods and lets him kiss Emilie before he finally turns and leaves. It's a short journey to the private airstrip and he meets Francis getting out of his own car with a yawn.
"Ready?"
"No," Francis moans. "James begged me not to go."
"James can't speak," Bash states.
"But he can sense stuff!" Francis exclaims. "Like Spidey-sense or something."
Bash chuckles. "I'm guessing Mary's told you?" Bash asks, letting Francis head up the jet steps first as he follows behind him.
"What?"
"About Kenna and I trying," Bash tells him.
"Oh," Francis replies, taking a seat. "That's great."
Bash sits down on the other side, putting his feet up. "She's serious about it all. Even," he starts, showing Francis his new app. "Synced her periods to my phone, including ovulation periods and other things. Why are women weird?"
"You don't need to worry," Francis tells him, chuckling. "It happened once, it will happen again. And if you guys don't succeed, you still have Emilie."
"I'll try and get her to relax, but you know how she is," Bash says lightly. "What about you guys? Going to make James a big brother anytime soon?"
"We're trying," Francis admits. "But not that much. We're happy with James at the moment and if it happens, then so be it."
"Healthy mentality."
"Exactly," Francis says with a grin. "And we're still having many firsts with James. He said 'dada' and I recorded it." He grabs his phone and shows Bash a video.
"I can't wait until Emilie starts talking," Bash says, taking his brother's phone.
Francis scoffs lightly. "She'll start walking, running and then she's off to university. Savour these months. Trust me."
Bash nods, still staring at his nephew calling for his father in his mother's arms. "She's almost three months old. I'll savour every single second. Awh, isn't James so adorable?"
...
When he returns home the following week, he's surprised by a bubble bath and Kenna waiting for him inside the bath. She beckons him over, leaning her chin up for a kiss as he undoes his tie.
"How was Nice?"
"Busy," Bash says, rolling his eyes. "Why can't people follow simple instructions? I had to-"
"No more work talk," Kenna tells him, reaching a soapy hand towards his belt. "Hurry up and get inside. Emmy will wake up in an hour."
He chuckles and strips before testing the waters and sinking himself down into the bath in front of her. The water level is perfect, not spilling over as she wades through to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him.
"Missed you," she mumbles against his lips. "So much."
Bash smirks. "Missed you too, chérie."
She deepens the kiss, savouring the feeling of him in her arms. "I'm ovulating," she mumbles after a quick pause to add more bubble bath soap.
"What a turn on," his her husband's cheeky reply as his hand massaged her hip. His lips trail down her jawline, landing on her collarbone as he starts to nip and suck at her wet skin.
"You better not leave a bruise," Kenna warms him but she knows it's too late when he pulls his mouth away and they both look at the red mark. "Sebastian!"
"What?" He asks, grinning.
"I was going to wear an off-the-shoulder outfit tomorrow," she whines.
He shrugs. "Maybe you should rethink your decision," he says before leaving a symmetrical mark on the other side of her collarbone, red marks trailing up her neck as she lightly draws her fingernails over his shoulders. "So beautiful."
"Would be more without the vampire bites," she jests, squealing when he splashes her and apologises with a quick kiss.
She cups him, a soft grunt escaping his lips as he raises an eyebrow at her. "Seriously?"
"I am ovulating," she whispers into his ear. "Time is of the-"
"Fuck..." He breathes out as she sees stars and tightens her grip on him.
"I love you," she mumbles, coming to kiss his lips as she starts to ride him. "So much."
He cups her cheek, brushing a soaked strand of hair away from her eye. "Love you too."
...
"You look happy," Leeza says the next day. "Bash came home and show you a good time?"
Kenna scoffs lightly. "More than a good time," she replies coyly.
"Oh, ew!" Leeza cries out. "Just remembered how much I don't want to know about my brother's sex life."
Kenna bites at the end of her pen, spinning side to side on her desk seat. "Do you think you'll have kids with Sergio?"
"Yeah, one day," Leeza says. "A part of me wishes that Philip and I could make it work and we'd be parents but life changes right before your eyes. Unpredictable."
"Hmm," Kenna hums thoughtfully. "Do you think I can leave for lunch sooner rather than later?"
Leeza smirks. "Because you're ovulating?" She says. "Going to do it in the car park or an empty conference room?"
"No comment," Kenna replies cheekily before she gets back to work. "And I thought you didn't want to know about your brother's sex life."
"I don't," Leeza tells her, shrugging. "But when it comes to sex, he's very adventurous. You will have to keep up."
Kenna furrows her brows curiously. "Do go on..."
"You know about his past with my friends," Leeza says, Kenna nodding. "Let's just say, the Eiffel Tower got more than it bargained for once."
"Oh," Kenna says, her cheeks turning red.
"With Bash, you'll never feel unsatisfied. And that's where I leave it on everything concerning my brother's sex life," Leeza says dismissively. "What do you think about this design...?"
But all Kenna can think about is how much she would like to explore with her husband as a smile settles on her face.
...
"Bash?"
"Hmm," Bash hums, continuing to nip at her skin.
"Let's go on a trip away. You, Emmy and me," she tells him. "I'm feeling bored in this house."
Bash leans back, looking down at her. "Bored? Seriously?"
She nods with a pout. "I've been looking at Monaco."
"Monaco isn't a place for babies," Bash informs her.
"Well, I guess we can leave her at home. It's not like she'll remember," Kenna replies, dragging her nails down his chest. "We could do exciting things."
"Like?"
"Travel on a yacht!"
He chuckles. "You say that like you've never been on one."
She blushes and looks down at his chest. "I haven't," she says.
"Seriously?"
"Hey, you're the billionaire here," she reminds him, slapping his chest lightly. "Also, I heard your dad was looking to offload one over there."
Bash raises a brow and he shifts so he lays on the bed. "You want a yacht and a trip to Monaco?"
"Yeah," Kenna says shyly. "I know we're trying but I feel like there's no excitement anymore in our relationship."
"You were the one who left for weeks," he says carefully as he plays with a strand of her hair. "And the trip away last week had me thinking that we really don't want to be missing any of Emmy's firsts."
She rolls on top of him, chest to chest as she blinks inquisitively. "But... aren't we going to try for a baby? It's not like we'll leave forever. It's a week, Bash or even less if you're so worried-"
"Why don't we wait?" He suggests. "Until she's old enough."
"There will always be a time she'd have a first," Kenna bemoans. "I love her, I really do but-"
"You didn't expect that we wouldn't have chances to be just us. Go away, travel. Like New York," he cuts her off.
"New York seems so long ago," she mumbles. "We might as well still enjoy ourselves, right? Before we have two kids."
He sighs heavily and looks up at her. "Fine."
"Fine?" Kenna repeats with a squeal. "I love you!"
She kisses him then kisses his jaw, giggling when he chuckles. She then presses a soft kiss on his neck and nips at it, making sure to leave a love bite as she does.
"Mine," she says huskily.
"Yours," he mumbles, feeling her lips move to his chest.
One hand is on his shoulder, her other one following her down his body as she trails kisses down. She feels his hand grip her hair gently and she looks up coyly.
"I can't," he says tightly.
"Can't what?" She asks in concern, coming up to look down at him as she swipes some of her hair behind her ear.
Then a yelp escapes her lips when he flips them over.
"Be submissive," he mumbles as he kisses her neck and makes her giggle at his admission. He knows she doesn't mind. "So stunning."
"Are you going to compliment me every time we have sex?" She asks with a chuckle.
"I'll never get tired of you," Bash says with a playful roll of his eyes. "Remind me to order a new headboard."
Kenna curses. "That was your fault."
"I..." He starts, biting at her ear. "Regret absolutely nothing."
Kenna arches her back when his mouth finds her left breast and she smacks him when he teases her too much before he moves on to her right. "That tickles, you know. One day, our baby will enjoy them."
"You've just realised that your breasts aren't yours anymore?" He jokes against her skin.
"Arsehole," she mutters lightly when his head disappears between her thighs. "You're going to buy the yacht," she breathes out, her eyes closing as she lets out a moan.
He's a magician or a wizard, Kenna thinks. She's never been loved the way her husband loves her. Sergio, Arsené and no other person come close to her husband. She doesn't even remember them in bed because everything is now her husband.
His smell, his taste, his attention to detail. The detail on her body which he's mastered and continuing to explore every time. She can't even love herself as good as he does it. She mentally lightly curses him, setting the bar so high she can't even reach it herself.
Before she can feel a release, he stops and kisses her before pecking her forehead.
"B-Bash!" She whines, almost shaking.
Bash chuckles, kissing her again softly as he lifts a leg over his shoulder. "So impatient."
"So cocky," she replies, unimpressed before she laughs when he nips at her sensitive spot on her neck.
Then he's in her and she lets out a soft curse, not expecting it at all. He always manages to surprise her, always catches her unaware and takes pleasure in making her feel all stupidly good inside.
Before she knows it, she feels the pressure build between her hips and then she's crying his name out, her eyes squeezed shut as her nails dig into his arms tightly. He collapses on her, her name a whisper on her skin as she wraps her arms around him and kisses the top of his head.
"You don't need to worry, you know?" Kenna tells him carefully as her eyes open. Whenever he brings up Sergio or Renaude in the future, she'll remind him of moments like these. Not to say he'll ever use them against her in an argument but just in case she continues with, "Only you can make me feel like this. No one else."
"Mine," he mumbles tiredly.
"Yours," she replies, her eyes closing too.
They both open their eyes when Emilie starts crying.
"Your turn." They both quickly say.