Chapter 10
The weekend passed quickly. Jacob and I hardly left the room, let alone our bed, the entire time we spent at the hotel. Before we knew it, it was Monday, and we were on our way out of the country to our honeymoon, which Jacob had kept a secret from me for the last few months. I was beyond anxious to find out where we were going, and beyond done with the secrets kept from me.
"Paris?" I smiled, looking at my itinerary. "We're going to Paris?"
Jacob smiled, keeping his eyes forward. He thanked the concierge person, and grabbed our suitcases, beginning to walk towards the security gate.
I stood with my mouth open for a few seconds, watching him go out of the corner of my eyes. When he escaped my peripheral vision, I skipped after him.
"Jacob, wait!" I laughed when I caught up to him. "Are we really going to Paris?"
Instead of giving me a definite answer, Jacob turned around and pulled me into a kiss.
I smiled underneath his lips. "Jacob," I swatted at his chest. "Here?"
"Anywhere," he replied.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me through the security line. We ran through the airport, racing each other to the gate. There was still an hour before boarding began, so we toured around the Sea-Tac for a bit, before our flight was called. We boarded, and within the next hour, we were in the air.
xXx
Bonjour, les passagers, ce est votre parole pilote. Nous arriverons à Paris en une quinzaine de minutes. Je demande que vous mettez vos ceintures de sécurité que nous allons vivre dans notre phare d'atterrissage de turbulence. Le temps est venu maintenant, ce est neuf heures et ce est une belle 60 et un peu de vent. Si vous rentrez chez vous, bienvenue. Pour ceux d'entre vous rendre visite, je espère que vous apprécierez votre séjour. Merci d'avoir choisi Alaska Airlines.
"Nessie…" I felt Jacob's hand on my shoulder, and shifted in my seat, beginning to rouse from my sleep.
"Mhmm…" I nudged my head over his shoulder. "Can't I just sleep for a little longer?"
"We're landing in fifteen minutes," he replied.
"Then wake me up when we land." I closed my eyes again, and rested my head on Jacob's shoulder.
"You know," Jacob said, lifting my head. "We have ten minutes before we have to stay in the seats…"
"And?" I raised my eyebrows.
"And…" Jacob continued. "The bathroom is open."
I caught onto Jacob's mood quickly, and unbuckled the seatbelt, as Jacob began to do the same. We walked into the cramped bathroom, and Jacob pushed me against the door, locking it behind me.
"How the hell are we going to have enough room in here?" I laughed, as Jacob began kissing the space where my neck met my shoulder. I felt his hands cupping the small of my back. I wrapped my around his neck, moving my fingers through his hair.
"Sshh…" Jacob murmured, moving up my neck, and to my chin. He placed gentle kisses around my jaw, and pressed his lips against my mouth.
I smiled underneath his lips, beginning to crumble underneath his touch. I felt his hands slip between the waist of my shorts, and move to unbutton them, letting them fall around my ankles. I moaned softly as he cupped his hands around my ass, squeezing it gently. He moved his hands again, this time slipping his fingers in the waistband of my panties. He pulled them down, kneeling in front of me. He kissed the area beneath my naval, making his way down. I whimpered when he pressed his lips against my inner thigh. I could feel my insides tremble, already feeling the start of my orgasm.
"Fuck," I whimpered, beginning to feel wet. "You're teasing me,"
He stood, and slipped two fingers inside of me, flicking my clit lightly. I felt my knees shake.
"You're amazing," Jacob whispered, resting his head in the crook of my neck.
I felt his teeth against my skin, as he moved his fingers, circling my clit.
"Fuck me," I whispered in his ear. I kissed his ear, and nibbled around the lobe. I reached my hand towards his jeans, brushing against his erection. Slowly, I unzipped them, and circled my fingers around the shaft, guiding it out from its hiding spot.
He moved his fingers, and I felt him quickly slip inside, releasing himself almost instantly. He moaned into my shoulder. I could feel endorphins running through my blood, as my hips buckled. He moved slowly, rhythmically. I closed my eyes, whimpering in response.
He pulled out, and moved his head so that our foreheads rested on each other. Our breathing synchronized, and my eyes opened to his.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, kissing me one last time.
He situated himself, as I began to pull my panties and shorts back up. I got my hands wet and ran my fingers through my hair and against my pulse points. Jacob did the same.
"They're going to know," I whispered so quiet only Jacob could hear, as we left the bathroom.
"We smell like sex."
"That's the fun part," Jacob smiled, taking my hand in his as he led me back to our seats.
I laughed softly as I got situated into the seat. The seatbelt light turned on, and soon, the plane began its descendent into Paris.
xXx
"Jacob!" I giggled wildly, as he scooped me from the car, holding me bridal style.
"What are you doing?" I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"What I do best," he replied with a kiss.
He carried me as he walked up the cobblestone pathway that lead to the villa he had rented. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone taking our luggage, beginning to take it inside through another entrance. Jacob opened the door, and took me across the threshold. Right away, there was a flight of stairs, which he proceeded to carry me up. When he walked into the living area, he set me down, and we took a look around.
The living area was spacious, with three bay windows that had a different viewing angle of the Eiffel Tower and the city. The walls, furniture, and carpet were all white, and the flooring was made from light-colored wood. The living area had a kitchen, a dining room, and a TV room. Next to where we stood, there was a hallway that led to the bathroom and bedroom, which were also very spacious and came decorated with white furnishings. It had the feel of a modern-style penthouse.
"There's a concierge service downstairs for us, if we need anything, and the TV room is stocked with several movies, TV seasons, includes a subscription for Netflix, and the fridge, bathroom, and bedroom are completely stocked with everything we could possibly need for the next three weeks."
"I love it," I smiled, leaning against Jacob's large frame. "It is absolutely beautiful."
I felt his chuckle. "I knew you would."
"What to do…" I mused, walking around the living area. I leaned against the wall, facing Jacob. I rested my foot against the wall, and began to unbutton the top of my shirt. I moved my shoulders, enhancing the way my breasts rested.
"I was thinking we could go to the bedroom, maybe test the bed, you know, make sure it can provide good support…"
Jacob's eyes widened, and in a swift motion, he came to me, pressing his lips against mine. His hands were pressed against the wall, and I wrapped my arms underneath his underarms, cupping my hands around his shoulders. Our lips crashed against each other, like crashing waves. He moved his hands, and lifted me up in quick motion. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he took us to the bedroom.
He gently laid me across the bed, finishing the unbuttoning I had started. He lifted his shirt over his head, and tossed it in the corner, leaning back over me. He pushed me further up the bed, beginning to kneel over my body. He quickly made a trail of light kisses across my flat stomach, leading back to my mouth. My lips melted against his, and I moved, flipping Jacob so that he was on bottom, and I was on top.
I spread my hands against his chest, and the corners of his mouth twitched upward, his eyes glowing.
"Do you remember?" I smiled.
"I might need reminding," he replied with a smirk.
I leaned over him, my hair falling over my face. I gently pressed my lips against, his, moving them against his. I licked his lips, and he opened them slightly, just allowing his tongue to poke through. I pulled away, resting my forehead against his, breathing heavily. I felt his hands push up against my abdomen.
"Remember now?"
"I am beginning to remember…" He moved his hands to unbutton my shorts, and I moved my hips as he pushed them, as well as my panties, off. His fingers brushed up and down the back of my thighs, finally resting inside of my thighs for a few moments. I whimpered as his fingers brushed against my clit. Jacob moved his body, flipping us back around. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans, and lifted his hips, tossing his jeans aside.
"Oh, come now," I smiled, slipping my fingers in the waistband of his boxers.
"We don't really need these, do we?" I pulled them down, sliding them past his knees, and then his ankles, tossing them in the corner.
"We don't really need this, do we?" He asked, beginning to play with the front clasp of my bra.
"I don't see why we would," I replied.
He unclasped my bra, and I arched my back so he could move it off the bed. His hands slid around my back, and cupped my breasts, almost supporting them. His fingers gently circled around the areola of each breast. I could feel my nipples begin to stiffen, as Jacob moved to play with them next. He pinched them between his thumb and forefinger, teasing them.
"You're such a tease," I moaned.
"Your body is just so perfect," he responded. "I have to take time to enjoy you." He kissed me, his hands moving to cup my breasts again. I felt him stiffen, and he moaned.
He moved, and buried his head in my chest, as he slipped inside. He moved rhythmically, and I whimpered, feeling my hips begin to buckle.
"Oh, Jacob…" I tossed my head back, as he came inside.
He kissed my chest, moving up to my mouth. I moaned underneath his lips, feeling his tongue lick my lips. I dug my fingers in his hair, moving my hips to accommodate him.
He thrust his hips hard against mine, and I felt the bed move with us, hitting against the wall. He pulled out after we had both hit our climaxes, and fell next to me on the bed, panting.
"Think it's strong enough?" I laughed.
He nodded, still breathing hard. "Oh, yeah." He laughed.
He turned on his side, facing me. I looked over at him as he began to trace outlines over my abdomen and across my chest. I turned on my side, moving closer to his body. He cupped his hand around my head, pulling me in for a soft kiss. He moved his hand over the small of my back, brushing over my bare ass and bringing back to cup the small of my back. I smiled underneath his lips.
"I love you," I said, pulling away from the kiss.
"I love you, too." He kissed the top of my forehead.
xXx
"How about dinner?" Jacob asked, looking at me from across the bed.
"At nine a.m.?" I smiled. "I've barely just woken up."
"Not now," Jacob said. "I was thinking that we could take a tour of the city, maybe see a show…" he smiled, and leaned in for a kiss.
"Mhmm," I smiled underneath his lips. "That sounds nice."
I sat up in the bed, tossing the covers aside, and got out of bed. "Let me take a shower, and we can go?"
"Whenever you're ready."
I took a quick shower, and got dug through my suitcase for something to wear. I decided on a maxi skirt, and paired it with a simple tank-top and a scarf to go with. I left my hair down, and put a pair of sunglasses over my head. I slipped on a pair of sandals, and met Jacob in the living area.
"Ready to go, mon amour?" He smiled, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me in for a kiss.
"Jacob, I didn't know you knew French," I laughed, leaving the kiss.
He shrugged. "I've dabbled in the language."
We headed downstairs, beginning our day. We spent most of the day in the car, trying to figure out how to get un-lost. When Jacob finally figured out how to get into the city, we found somewhere to park, and we walked around the city.
"Oh, Jacob, let's go to the Lourve," I stopped mid-walk, looking across the street, where the old building stood.
"Anything you want to do," Jacob smiled.
He took my hand, and we ran across the street to the museum. Jacob bought two tickets, and we headed in.
"Originally a defensive fortress, the Lourve was, for a long time, one of the main residences of the French kings. It did not become a museum until 1793…" I read off of the pamphlet, looking over the different exhibits they displayed.
"Really?" Jacob looked over my shoulder, taking the pamphlet. "Where does it say that?"
He read over the small paragraph, and nodded thoughtfully. "Oh, look, they have a Moroccan exhibit. Should we go there?" He looked at me.
"Sure," I smiled, giving him a small kiss.
We walked around the museum for a few hours, making sure that we hit every culture and era the museum had to offer. After spending a few hours with the museum, Jacob took me to visit the Notre Dame cathedral, and the Arc de Triomphe, climbing all forty flights to reach the top, which gave to a beautiful view of the entire city.
The sun was just beginning to set, and the lights of the city were turning on. Jacob had his arm wrapped around me, and I leaned into his body, my eyes closed, feeling the wind course through my hair.
"This is nice," I sighed, burrowing my head into Jacob's arm.
He kissed the top of my forehead. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."
"We've been here for nearly two weeks and this is the first time we've been in the city." I laughed.
"Well, when you have the option to stay in a penthouse and have sex all day, it can be a hard decision to make." Jacob smiled, and lifted my chin, giving me a soft kiss.
"We can do that at home, too, you know." I giggled.
"It's not as fun when we live a few hundred feet from your family," Jacob replied.
"And whose fault was that?" I countered.
Jacob shrugged sheepishly. "Alright," he admitted.
I gave him another kiss. "Now, earlier this morning you said something about dinner?"
"I might have had something planned," he smiled.
"Come with me."
He took my hand, and led me down back to the ground level of the Arc. He led me in a slow run through the underground path that led back to the street, where we walked around for a while, until Jacob found the rental.
"I have reservations set up for nine tonight, and we need to have something a little more…formal," he explained, opening the passenger side door for me.
"Where are you taking me?" I smiled as he got into the car.
"You'll see," he backed out of the parking spot, and began to drive back to the villa.
Jacob led me back up the flight of stairs that led to the penthouse, and into the bedroom, where two black-tie outfits hung on the door. Jacob took his suit, and handed me a medium-length black dress.
"I had someone pick them up while we were out today," he explained, beginning to get undressed.
I nodded, slipping out of my skirt and shirt. "Well, wherever we're going, it must be very nice. Better than the Carver Café back home, anyway."
Jacob laughed. "Much better. I had to reserve the table the day after we got engaged."
I chuckled to myself, stepping into the dress. I moved my hair over my left shoulder, and turned my back to Jacob.
"Zip me?"
I felt his fingers lightly graze over my back as he reached for the zipper, slowly pulling it upward. He put his hands over my shoulders and kissed the space where my neck and shoulders met, moving his hands down, meeting them at my waist. His head rested in the crock of my neck.
"You look beautiful," he whispered.
I smiled softly. "It's a beautiful dress."
He moved his head, kissing me in the same place. "You are so fucking sexy," he moaned.
I flicked his hands away. "We don't have time, and I just got in this dress. Maybe when we get back."
I turned, and gave him a quick peck on his lips, before heading into the bathroom to finish getting ready. I was able to get a good look at how the dress looked on me. It was a tight dress with a pencil skirt that just barely touched the top of my knees. There was a thin, bowed waist-belt that separated the top from the bottom that accentuated my breasts. It was a sleeveless dress, with floral-patterned lace layering the top half, creating the neckline. Jacob really knew how to pick dresses for me, and it was one of the many things that I loved about him.
I kept my makeup simple, as well as my hair and jewelry. I added a diamond tennis bracelet Jacob had given to me last Christmas, and kept my hair over my left shoulder, securing it with bobby pins. After applying one coat of eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick, I was ready to go.
I leaned against the door frame, watching Jacob get finished up. He was wearing a simple white button-up shirt, black slacks, and a black sports coat. His eyes brightened when he saw me.
"You ready to go?" I asked, straightening up.
"Je suis si vous êtes, mon amour." He cupped my face, pressing his lips against mine.
"I am if you are," he smiled.
"Allons-y." I replied. Jacob's eyebrows raised curiously.
"I've picked up a thing or two," I defended. "You're not the only one who can learn a language, you know."
Jacob laughed, giving me another kiss. "Allons-y," he whispered.
We put on our shoes, and left the villa, heading back into the city. This time, though, we didn't get lost, and we found a parking space much quicker than we had that morning. When we got out of the car, Jacob blindfolded me, and grabbed my hand, beginning to lead me around the city—no pun intended—as my guide dog.
After a few miles of wandering and laughing, we stopped, and Jacob slowly lifted the blindfold, revealing the Eiffel Tower, standing just thirty feet away from us.
"There's a restaurant on the first floor, called Le 58 Eiffel Tour, that's very romantic," he stated, as I stood, my mouth hanging slightly open.
"You never cease to amaze me, Jacob," I started. "I should have known you'd take me here." I smirked, looking up at him.
"Are you ready to go inside?" He asked.
"Let's," I gave him a quick kiss, and he led me towards the building.
We walked up a flight of stairs, to the first floor, where a variety of attractions stood out. A small shop, few restaurants, a lift that went to the top of the building, and a guest services desk were the most prominent features of the floor.
We headed into Le 58, where a small, petite woman greeted us. Jacob quickly spoke to her in French, and she nodded, immediately taking us to a small, private table near a large window. She seated us, and left.
"I made special requests and orders for us when I reserved the table," Jacob explained, as a waiter came over and began to pour red wine into the glasses on the table.
"I made sure everything would be to your liking. I made sure the chef would prepare rare meat for you, and everything would be no questions asked. Everything tonight has been paid, and it will be just the two of us the entire night."
"You are perfect," I smiled, stretching my hand over the table and placing it in his. "Thank you."
"I aim to please." He replied.
"You know, I don't think I've ever had wine before," I said, taking the glass in my hand.
"I made sure to order the best," Jacob said. "You can try it, and if you don't like it I'll send it back."
I sniffed the contents of the glass. It smelt strongly of fermented grains and fruit, and as I swirled the glass, the smell grew slightly stronger. I placed the glass against my lips, and tipped it back, letting the alcohol to slide past my lips. I grimaced for a moment, setting the glass down.
"Don't like it?" Jacob asked.
I shook my head. "It's not that," I managed. "I'm just not sure what I expected there."
Jacob laughed. "It happens."
The night continued, and I grew used to the taste of the wine. Our food came, and my steak was indeed as rare as it could get. It was an amazing night; a great way to end a wonderful day in Paris. Our first real "date" as husband and wife. Although we had been married for two weeks, it still felt surreal that it had happened. But tonight it felt real for the first time. It felt wonderful to finally realize that I was really married to Jacob, and I couldn't wait to spend the rest of eternity with him.
xXx
I tossed in my sleep, feeling my stomach churn. I sat up, resting against the headboard my hands resting against my stomach. It was late, maybe about two a.m. Jacob was deep in sleep, snoring lightly.
I quietly got out of bed, careful not to disturb Jacob. Putting on a robe, I padded out of the room, and down the hall, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I made it all but a few steps down the hall before I felt my stomach do a violent somersault. I leaned against the wall, clutching my stomach, waiting to see if it would go away. It did for a few minutes, but it came back with a vengeance. I barely made it to the toilet when the contents of my stomach came up.
It must have been loud, because the next thing I feel is Jacob's hands over my back.
"Are you okay?" He asked. Worry coated his voice.
I shook my head. "I don't know," I coughed.
"I don't even know what happened. One moment I'm fine, and before I knew it I'm on my knees in front of the toilet."
"I didn't know you could get sick like this," Jacob kneeled by my side, moving my hair out of my face. I looked over at him.
"Can you even get sick?" He furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes concerned.
"Not that I know…" I thought for a moment.
My thoughts were interrupted by another violent churn in my stomach. I groaned, feeling like I was going to vomit again. Jacob caught on quickly, and pulled my hair behind my head. I coughed a few times before anything came up again. Jacob rubbed his free hand over the small of my back.
"Shit," I moaned.
I reached up to flush the toilet, and sat against Jacob. He brushed my hair with his fingers, knotting it into a low ponytail. He kissed the top of my forehead, rubbing my arms gently.
"Do you want a glass of water?" He asked.
"Please," I managed.
"I'll be right back," he kissed the crown of my head, and stood, leaving me in the bathroom.
I sat for a few moments, undoing the knot in my hair. I rubbed my stomach gently, trying to think of the last time I had been sick. There wasn't a time I remembered being sick—besides last fall, right before I found out that I was pregnant.
Pregnant.
The thought danced through my mind, bringing back the memories of the all the time I had spent in front of the toilet bowl.
But, I couldn't be pregnant. It wasn't possible. And if it was, it wasn't going to last long. It wasn't meant for us. Having a child was just a cooked up dream that I had that was never going to come true.
And yet…
I pushed myself up, and stood in front of the mirror, slowly taking off my robe. I slid my hand down my abdomen, paying special care to my lower abdomen. It was a change that would be naked to the human eye, but I could just make it out.
Jacob walked into the room, and set the water glass on the counter.
"Everything okay?" He knitted his eyebrows together, confused.
"I…" I started, not sure what to say. I looked down, back at my reflection, and then at Jacob.
"I think I might be pregnant."