THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME

Chapter 12

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Chapter 12
Listen while reading When a woman loves.

Brian POV

Today we are heading home. We are currently on the plane. Jinette is asleep while I'm doing some work on my laptop. She's tired, I may have worn her out last night. I tried to make up for all we have to miss out on because our trip has to be cut short. As soon as things calm down a bit, I will take her to Paris for a second honeymoon.

I'm so pleased that I could have calmed down a little this entire trip to use protection. Their nothing more I want to do than take her raw. But I don't want her pregnant.

It's not that I don't like kids and want a whole bunch of them. I love Jinette and I don't want to lose her and I couldn't live with myself if I was responsible for her death as well.

We didn't have that conversation, there is so much we need to talk about but the timing is off right now. I don't want to lose this time I have with her. Bringing up the complex matters so early. I don't want to ruin this moment and the time we have to ourselves. We are having a genuinely good time together and it is so effortless to be with her. She's a breath of fresh air and never fails to surprise me.

She is a little self-conscious and anxious but nothing I can't handle or fix as time goes by.

This woman seriously thought I regretted making love to her. That is the best damn thing I have done to date. The only thing I regret is not feeling her raw. Had to use all those damnbout losing her during childbirth.

I remove my glasses rubbing my face, feeling a little strain around my eyes. I close my laptop and shut my eyes resting them for a little while.

"Brian, Brian" I feel light taps on my shoulder. "wake up sleepy head it's time to put on your seat belt." I open my eyes to a sweetly smiling Jinette looking down at me. God this woman is beautiful and her eyes are so liquidity, I can drown in them. Those lips I just want to keep them between my teeth. I just stare up at her. "Are you alright?" she asks. She takes the seat next to me as I sit up rubbing my face. I belt her in them myself. I couldn't help myself as I stare at her. She is my woman, my wife.
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It has been a long day, from waking up early, getting ready to leave Fiji to the plane ride. Then, the drive back home to my penthouse. The travelling had its toll on me but there work I need to get done. I have to get my head back in the game and be prepared for tomorrow.

I brought Jinette here on one of our date nights. I remember how nervous she was that night, trying so hard to act normal. I laugh at the memory. It was written all over her face, she thought I wasn't going to be a gentleman with her. She didn't say a word but I read the whole situation and tried my best to put her at ease as I cook for her and we watch love and basketball and love Jones that night because those are her favourite movie. She is so cute when she's nervous and fidgeting around. Not sure cute is a word I ever used but she is cute. I chuckle at myself.

Jinette is currently unpacking out our clothes after which she plans to make dinner while I get some work done.

I told her about the staff that cleans, cook and do laundry but she insisted on cooking her self. She made honey roasted chicken with fried rice and vegetable salad lace with ranch dressing. One of the things I love about Jinette is that she can cook and takes such pride in doing it. I can cook three meals top but she takes such pride in it and I never met anyone who likes pasta the way she does. I was surprised she didn't cook that tonight. I've never met a woman who makes me laugh and have that fresh smitten love daze symptoms. I chuckle at my thought.

After our meal, Jinette is preoccupied with finding clothes for the office tomorrow. Layers of clothes are spread out on the bed in piles as she couldn't decide on what to wear. So I went to my study. That's women for you I thought, shaking my head.