A few hours later, John and Donna were sat out in the garden, the sun just about disappearing behind the clouds. He held Damian in his arms, holding his tiny fists as he pretended that he was high fiving Donna was who sat in front of them with a cup of tea in her hand. Damian giggled and shouted his third word, "Aunty!"
Clara came out in the garden, showered and rubbing her eyes. She was wearing an outfit that looked like the one she wore when they met, only with short jeans which stopped just under the line of her ass. She heard Damian say his third word and smile. "He's going to be such a smart boy." She brushed his hair aside and sat beside Donna.
"Did I miss much or...?"
John shook his head, "No, just Donna babbling on and on..." He grinned and winked at Clara, Damian giggled and Donna glared at her elder brother, "Oi, watch it, rich nob!"
Clara chuckled and looked between the both of them. She loved the relationship they had. They cared for each other and teased each other constantly. "Oh, I wish I had a sister or brother, I bet it's wonderful." She caught Damian staring at her and she leaned forward, sticking her tongue out at him and he giggled.
John looked down at Damian, a smile on his face. He grinned and lifted Damian into Clara's arms, "You don't have a sibling, but maybe little Damian could have a sibling."
Clara blushed and cocked an eyebrow at him. She didn't mind that. "Alright, but we'll get to work on that when Damian is at least a year old, okay?" She said as she bounced Damian on her lap as he giggled.
John snorted, "Think we've already just started..." He giggled and winked at Clara, sitting back in his chair, his hand on his face as he glanced at Donna. Donna seemed pretty amused and rolled her eyes, indicating Clara should cover Damian's ears.
Donna laughed, "I heard you both by the way, the neighbours must hate you."
Clara covered Damian's ears and he seemed to want her hands off his ears. "Damian, is for your own good." As she heard Dona, she blushed and shot a look at John. He seemed so bloody smug. "Oh my god." She turned to Donna.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that, really. I blame your brother because I was trying to keep quiet."
John didn't seem bothered at all or the slightest bit embarrassed. Donna grinned and shook her head, not embarrassing. "Don't worry Clara, I've heard much worse come out of a woman's mouth when she's with John."
The man was fifty-nine, of course there had been women before her but still, she felt just a slight pang of jealousy. Though she realised how stupid that was, she was now with him and had his child, for crying out loud. "I bet." She said, while looking at John.
"He's one sadistic, controlling twat." She smiled sweetly at him, letting him now that she meant no harm.
John grinned and winked at Clara, "You don't mind me being a sadistic controlling twat when I've got my cock inside you," he laughed louder when Donna stood up and left immediately, saying she was done with them but she was laughing louder than John. She disappeared into the kitchen and John sat with a smirk on his face, eying Clara.
Clara removed her hands from Damian's ears and kicked John lightly as she laughed. "You a-hole! Control your language around your sister, she doesn't need that mental imagery!"
She glared at him playfully and stood Damian on her thighs and held onto him. "Don't have a potty mouth like your daddy, okay?"
John sipped his coffee, long fingers gripping his mug. He watched Clara and Damian, a smile on his face. Finally, he was happy and he wouldn't trade it for the world. Suddenly, Damian giggled loudly and shouted, "Cock!" John's eyes widened and he could hear Donna laughing from inside, feeding Alan.
"Damian!" Clara tapped him gently and sat him on her lap. "No uh, that's a bad word, don't say it ever again." She looked at John, surprised. "Kids are like little recorders, you can't say things like that in front of them, Smith."
It was funny, she had to admit, but Damian didn't need to know words like that while he was a kid. "Oh god, let's just hope he doesn't shout things like that randomly when we go out."
John couldn't stop himself from giggling, "It's still quite funny," he told Clara, his hand reaching out to take Damian from Clara's arms. He grinned and lifted him into the air, to which the tiny boy reached out his arms and shouted "Dada!" Multiple times.
"It is." Clara leaned back, one leg over the other and just smiled at them. She didn't think she would ever have a kid. She thought she would just have dogs, which was her plan initially but since John wanted kids, she said, why not. Right now, she didn't regret the idea. John looked ten times more handsome while holding their son and playing with him. And to think that he was concerned with being a good father...he was marvellous as a father. John threw Damian up into the air and caught him each time, making him giggle and laugh more, a toothless grin on his face as his father entertained him.
A week later, Clara had uploaded a picture of her son, the first one she had taken when they had just got him home and John was holding him. She uploaded it to Instagram and Facebook so her family could see. According to what she could read, everyone was happy for them. She would go back to work shortly instead of working her cases at home and she would take Damian with her since he was a rather quiet kid and rarely had temper tantrums. After she posted that, she started feeding Damian in his room, sitting on a rocking chair that John had insisted on buying. She just smiled at him as he sucked on her nipple, earlier that day she had tried to feed him bland foods and that had went well. Right now she was a bit tired but looking into his brown-greenish eyes, she knew that it was all worth it.
John had finally come home after working overnight and stumbled into Damian's bedroom, a lazy smile on his face. He saw Clara and immediately brightened up, "Hello love," he greeted her quietly, leaning over to kiss the top of Clara's head. He leaned down and stroked Damian's cheek. John walked around his room, pulling off his long trench coat and yawning, removing his glasses to rub the sleep from his eyes. He had been up all night working on new magazine content.
"Hey, darling." She answered as he kissed her head then stroked Damian's cheek and went to their room. He had come home pretty late and she was sure he was tired as hell. After she was done feeding Damian and making him burp, she rocked him gently until he fell asleep. She kissed his forehead and laid him in his cot, tucking him in, then went to her own bedroom.
She was already in her pyjamas. She hugged John from behind and kissed him between his shoulder blades. "Go get a shower, babe. You stink." She teased. He didn't stink because she nuzzled against him, breathing in his musky smell. He smelled great, she always liked how he smelled.
John laughed, "I can't smell that badly if you're sniffing me like a grey hound," he smirked and then turned to face Clara, his hands slipping around her waist, "What you sniffing for, another woman?" He questioned Clara, a playful look on his face as his eyes lit up.
"Oh, please. We both know that no other woman on Earth would be able to tolerate you." She smirked at him and began unbuttoning his shirt, nothing sexual about it. "But for real, take a shower."
She stood on the tip of her toes and kissed the corner of his lips before stepping away. "Want something to drink? I'm going to get some water."
"You're the only woman on Earth I would want to tolerate me," John winked at Clara and took off his shirt that she had unbuttoned for him. "Could you pour me a glass of wine? I've had a long day," he told Clara with a lazy smile and stripped off his trousers and boxers, awkwardly limping into the bathroom to shower.
She looked after him, watching his ass, which was pretty fine looking for a man his age and noticed the limp. She'd ask about it later. She went down stairs to get herself chocolate milk and served him some wine. Once in their bedroom, she put his glass on the nightstand and sat down to read a book she had been reading as she waited for him.
Eventually he came out of the shower and didn't bother putting a towel around his body. He dried his hair with a towel, moving around their bedroom. He smiled fondly at her and pulled on a pair of boxers after his hair had dried and jumped into bed next to her, picking up his glass of wine.
She observed him out of the corner of her eyes. He always did the same thing and she always stared. She bookmarked the page and put her back aside, replacing it by a glass of chocolate milk in her hands. She turned towards him, sitting Indian style. "So...anything interesting happened at work?" She sipped a bit of her milk, leaving a milk moustache on her lips and wiped it away with the back of her hand.
John giggled a little bit once he spotted the milk moustache Clara was sporting and then smiled fondly at his girlfriend, "Not entirely, just completely swamped with redoing the entire magazine for the summer, had models walking up and down in front of me the entire day. Not that I was looking. Well- I mean, I was. Just not looking at them like that... I'm just going to shut up now."
Clara laughed at his babbling. "It's alright as long as you look and don't touch." She winked at him and took another sip of milk, careful not to end up with a moustache again. "Today I watched Taken with Damian. I put it on because, well, Liam Neeson is in it and wouldn't you know...I think Damian liked the movie. He started jumping and clapping in the fighting scenes." She finished her milk in a gulp and put the glass aside.
John raised his eyebrow and sat up, his hand on Clara's thigh as his other hand gripped his class, sipping his wine slowly, "You let our son watch a movie full of violence, sex and human trafficking?" He questioned Clara and then started to smirk, "Sounds like something I would do, somebody is picking up on my shitty habits."
She rolled her eyes at him, a bit ashamed. "Yes...but he won't even remember half of what happened in the movie. Most of the time he just lays down and laughs at the dog. At least I don't say bad words in front of him." She smirked at him and just watched him. He was the epitome of perfection.
"Want a massage? I'm feeling rather generous tonight and you've had a long day. You need to relax your muscles."
John nodded and sat in front of Clara, a smile on his face as he rolled his shoulders, "Go for it, love. I'm looking forward to this," he sighed heavily, content. He needed to relax and Clara was the perfect woman to make him relax.
She stood and grabbed some body lotion and squeezed a bit on her hand then started rubbing his shoulders softly, kneading away his knots. She was by no means a professional massagist but she knew the basics. She was kneeling behind him to better reach him, her hands kneading on the back of his neck. "I think it'll be better if you lay down, hmm?"
John nodded slowly, starting to relax. He didn't say a word, he just laid down on his stomach, head on his arms as he closed his eyes, trying his best to relax his muscles and listen to her calming voice.
She sat on his ass, legs on each side of him as she squeezed more lotion onto his back. She started applying pressure on his lower back and then moving her hands to his sides, tracing the muscles she could feel. She then went up to his shoulders, applying more pressure. "If it hurts tell me, okay?" She asked softly as she worked on his back, concentrated on the massage.
John bit his lower lip, his muscles completely relaxing. "God, that feels good..." He groaned, his head moving from side to side. Whenever Clara touched him, he felt his whole body inflame and she was the only woman he could ever want. He tried not to think about her hands running all over him, but he couldn't help it.
She continued giving him the message and when she ran out of lotion, she squeezed some more on his back and distributed it all over him, paying close attention to his shoulders and his sides. She smiled as she did this and continued for ten minutes more. "Leg massage, want one?" She asked as she moved off of him, already reaching for the lotion.
John had almost fallen asleep, relaxed and way too tired to move. He sighed, content with his massage and shuffled around a little, "Yeah, please. Just don't get close to my crotch or I might get a hard on," he laughed and wiped his face, waiting for Clara to move onto his legs.
She laughed and spread his legs wide. "Shut up and just enjoy the massage, you hornball." She moved his boxers up his thighs a little and started massaging his thighs with as much care as she had massaged his back, then started moving down to his calf. She repeated that same process on his leg for five minutes and did the same in the other one.
John raised his eyebrow, looking at Clara from over his shoulder, "What the fuck is a hornball?" He giggled and then let out a groan as Clara massaged his calf, "You should do this professionally darling..."
"A hornball is someone who constantly thinks about sex." She laughed when he suggested that she should do that professionally. "Oh yeah? I am now a lawyer...before that I was kind of a model." She looked at him pointedly. "If I did this professionally all my clients would expect a happy ending." She wriggled her eyebrows at him and went to massage his foot.
"You have nice feet. For a man, that is." She said and tickled him, to see if he was ticklish there.
"An incredibly sexy lawyer, by the way. You've always looked like a super model and you always will. They'll also expect me to knock them out and put their head on a pike if they even touched you," John growled, his heart thumping against his chest. He never realised how incredibly angry he would get at the thought of somebody else touching Clara the way he did.
"Nice feet? Are you sure?" He questioned Clara, his head back in his arms, letting out a lengthy sigh. He giggled a little when Clara tickled his foot but he tried to cover it up with a cough.
She smirked up at him, she had found his weak spot. "Ticklish, are we?" Her tone was playful but she didn't attempt it again, he needed the rest and to relax. "Yeah, believe me when I say that. I've seen some horrible feet in my lifetime." She shuddered at the memory of smelly feet with missing nails and other horrors. "Well, except Jack. Jack has nice feet as well." She briefly wondered what had become of Jack. She hadn't seen him again after that photoshoot a long time ago.
"Don't worry about other men touching me, you are only getting a massage because you are my boyfriend and father of my child and I like you quite a bit." She teased.
John laughed and shook his head. He raised his eyebrow at the mention of Jack and couldn't help but feel a pang of jealously, even though Clara would never give him anything to be jealous about. But he did worry, he was reaching sixty and she was still an incredibly young woman who could have any man she wanted. John smirked at her teasing and sat up, climbing over the top of Clara, one of his hands beside her hand as he leaned down, lips ghosting hers as his blue eyes glanced from her eyes to her lips.
"You like me quite a bit? Should bloody hope so if you've been in a relationship with me for almost two years and we have a five month old baby, a house and a dog."
She laughed a bit, realising how close they really were. "Okay, I like you a lot." She kissed his lips softly and pulled back. "Don't go all Alpha male on me and lay down, I haven't finished. You be good and maaaybe...just maybe, you'll get a happy ending."
"That is, if you don't fall asleep. Now, down, boy."