XVIII.
"No, no, no!" Malika heard Erik say as he ate his breakfast. She looked up at him to
see who he was talking to. "I want the wedding to be in the garden." The gardener
that he hired argued furiously with Erik over the location in the garden.
She ignored their arguing to eat some poached eggs and toast. Chef would be angry if
she did not finish at least half of her breakfast. She felt extremely embarrassed
anymore. She felt as if her body was betraying her. Her limbs and breasts were sore,
her ankles became swollen on a daily basis, she was dizzy nearly all morning, she
vomited, and she couldn't stand to have or smell certain types of foods.
Erik finished his conversation with the gardener then stood up walked to where Malika
sat. He dipped over and kissed her forehead. "I must leave beautiful. I hope your day
is productive."
"Yours as well Erik." Malika replied as she tilted her head upwards, beckoning him
for a kiss on the lips.
Erik obliged and gently pressed his lips against her own. "You're in charge cherie.
Do take care that you are off your feet. You know that I will be back home as soon as
possible."
"I will." She promised him then watched as he exited the dining room.
Malika ate more of her poached eggs as her siblings entered the dining room. "Good
morning Malika." Linka greeted as she entered the dining room.
"Morning." Malika responded as she drank some water from her glass.
"So what is planned for today sister?" Linka questioned her sister as she sat down to
her meal.
"The Vicomtess is coming over once more. If you wish you can go and do what you want
today. I am sure you do not want to be bored by us." Malika told her siblings.
"Whatever you wish. I think Lukcas and I can keep ourselves busy."
"Good. Monsieur Garnier will be back home later tonight. He is busy with construction
of the Vicomte and Vicomtess' new house." Malika added. "Right now I am going to go
on and continue knitting the baby's blanket in the parlor. Make sure you clean your
plate."
xxxx
"Oooh. Where did that come from?" Christine asked as she glimpsed Malika's new ring.
"This is my engagement ring." She smiled to herself as she remembered his proposal.
"Erik buys me sapphire jewelry. He says it looks best with my eyes."
"It does. Did Erik buy your necklace as well?" Christine continued her tirade of
questions.
'Of course you idiot.' Malika thought to herself. "Yes. He is a man of fine taste."
"Yes." Christine agreed with her. Malika swore she heard a hint of jealousy in
Christine's voice.
"So Vicomtess. When are you and your husband going to have a child?" She questioned
Christine.
"We are trying right now actually. I do hope I get pregnant soon."
"It is so complicated, pregnancy is. I feel sick nearly all the time. Not to mention
the soreness in my limbs and chest." Malika told Christine.
Christine nodded. "I hear the first pregnancy is always the hardest."
"Erik has been reading on the subject. There are so many symptoms that come with
pregnancy. Swelling of the ankles, dizziness, vomiting...and those are just a few of
the symptoms."
"Still, feeling life growing beneath your stomach must be an interesting experience.
However, it is odd. Most women don't look so swollen at three months." Christine said
as she looked down at her needlework. She blushed then added, "Not that I am saying
that you are fat."
"I know you aren't." Malika commented. She secretly thought to herself, 'Though that
is how it sounded.'
"So what do you and Erik plan to name your first child?" Christine asked, hoping that
a change of subject would make Malika forget her previous comment.
"I am unsure. We haven't thought of names yet. We are trying to get everything ready
for the baby's arrival." Malika responded.
"Have you given thought to whether you might name it a Hungarian or a French name?"
"No." Malika replied with a sigh. 'I just told you that I haven't thought of any
names idiot.'
They became silent for a while. Malika was finally relieved when the butler announced
lunch. She could not wait for Erik to come home. Only a few more hours and this hell
with Christine would be over. Putting her knitting aside, she stood up and walked to
the dining room to eat lunch.
xxxx
Erik grumbled as he entered the foyer. Charles took his coat and gloves from him.
"Where is Malika?" He questioned Charles.
"Madame is upstairs changing into her evening attire." Charles responded.
"And the Vicomtess?"
"Preparing to leave sir." Charles answered.
"Good." Erik commented.
"Your dinner is waiting on the table for you. Madame said she would be down
momentarily to see you."
"Good. Make sure you see the Vicomtess out. I do not want to have to deal with her
now that I am home."
"Yes sir."
Charles left Erik to put up his coat and gloves. Erik entered the dining room and sat
at the head of the table where a hot plate of food awaited him. He dug into the food,
wasting no time in devouring it. He stopped eating when he heard soft footsteps at
the door of the dining room. Looking towards his left he saw Malika dressed in a long
white silk dressgown and robe. She wore stockings to keep her feet from being cold.
"Is your dinner suitable?"
"More than suitable. Close the door and come in." He responded as she obeyed and
quickly shut the door and walked up to him. "How was your day?"
"Interesting. Christine and I had several interesting conversations." Malika replied.
Erik smiled at her then pushed his plate and glass towards the middle of the table.
He scooted his chair back and pulled her between the table and him. "You look good
enough to devour."
"Not here Erik." Malika protested. She would die of embarrassment if anyone caught
them in here.
He leaned forward and said in a low tone, "I promise to be a good boy."
"No you won't. You're never a "good" boy. You know how loud we are." Malika said then
felt him trace his hands over her curves.
"Who gives a damn? It's my home and I can do whatever I bloody well please in it, and
if that means taking the woman I love, worship, and adore in my dining room and on my
dining room table, then I will bloody well do it." Erik countered, his voice had a
dangerous and lustful tone to it.
"Damn men and their insatiable sex drives." Malika commented with a laugh.
Erik laughed then said, "Take off your robe cherie." Malika sighed then slowly took
off her robe and threw it in the floor beside his chair. Gooseflesh suddenly appeared
over her arms and she rubbed her forearms as Erik pulled her into his lap. "You'll
feel warmer after we begin."
"I'm sure I will." Malika replied, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Erik raised an eyebrow at her then stood up and placed her on the edge of the table.
"Take off your gown."
"But I will be cold all over then." Malika complained.
"Cherie, trust me."
"Alright, but I am going to hit you if you don't live up to your word." Malika
warned.
The same eyebrow went up, "Pregnant women and their emotions." He said with a laugh.
Erik was slapped playfully nonetheless. Malika then took off her nightgown and threw
it to join the robe in the floor. She shivered as her skin was exposed to the air.
"You are being unfair Erik. Why do I have to take off my clothes? You are still
dressed."
"Because I don't need to undress. Well, I see someone had plans in mind for tonight.
No undergarments cherie?" Erik asked as he wrapped an arm around her back and pressed
his hips to hers.
Malika blushed, "Don't be silly. You know I prefer sleeping without undergarments now
that I am pregnant."
"Whatever you wish to think." Erik said then kissed her harshly. His tongue pressed
against her lips and plunged in as soon as she opened for him. He explored her mouth then briefly their tongues entwined. Erik pulled back, allowing their lungs much needed oxygen. "Lean back on your arms cherie."
"Why?"
He grinned wickedly, "Gives me a better advantage."
"You wicked, wicked man..." She started to say but felt one of his hands cup a swollen breast and squeeze softly. "Damn you Erik!" She hissed through clenched teeth.
"And who says that pregnant women aren't fun to have around?" Erik asked with a laughed. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Do what I said and it will be over soon."
Malika leaned back on her arms and watched through half-lidded eyes as he lowered his mouth slowly to her breast. He made sure to keep eye contact, which was all the more erotic. A shriek met Erik's ears as he took her peaked nipple into his mouth. "Erik..." She moaned his name as his tongue danced over her sensitive flesh. "Damn you." She reached with one hand and entwined her fingers in his dark hair. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she grasped his hair and shrieking protest from feeling his teeth on her flesh. "Oww! Erik!" He chuckled as he pulled back and leaned forward to kiss her. "That wasn't hilarious."
He pressed a kiss to her lips then said, "I do apologize cherie. I was excited."
"Take me." She pleaded. "I find that I do not want to play right now."
He smiled then pushed her back on the table to lay flat. He reached down and quickly unfastened his pants then pushed them down his hips to pool at his feet. "I would do anything for you." He made sure he was level with her then finally thrust into her causing her to groan from the sudden feeling of his member being inside her.
Erik felt her wrap her arms around his neck as he slowly and rhythmatically began thrusting within her. "Oh Erik..." She moaned softly in his ear.
He could feel her inner muscles squeeze around his cock as he grunted, "It doesn't take much to make you happy, does it cherie?"
"Be careful what you say Erik. I just might not be in a tolerating mood next time." Malika panted. She tightened her hold as he fiercely thrust into her. Fire raced through her veins and over her skin as she voiced her pleasure. Gripping his hair once more with one hand, she felt him thrust as she let out a scream, shook from her orgasm, and finally fell limp in his arms. She felt out of it when Erik collapsed partially from his own orgasm.
"You were exhilarating as usual." Erik whispered in her ear. He stood up and pulled up his pants then fastened them. Malika sat up and watched as Erik gathered her nightgown and robe for her.
"Erik?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you think i'm fat for the period of time I am in?"
Erik raised an eyebrow as he helped her into her garments. "No. Why do you ask?"
"Well Christine thought I looked fat."
"Ignore her." He said with a tone of hatred in his voice.
"Well what if I am having twins or triplets?"
"We shall see when the time comes. Now, let us go upstairs and rest. We have a long day tomorrow." Erik said then helped her off the table. She sighed softly then shrieked when she felt him spank her. She looked back and cast a 'someone needs a time out' look at him while he simply smiled at her.
"Come on Erik. Before I have to return the favor."
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews! I appreciate them so much. I will try to get another chapter up this weekend. Thanks!