SUPER RICH KIDS ➪ JIARA ✔︎

for her eyes tell a story of their own

kiara-

   "kie, you don't have to wear a swimsuit. you can, uh, come in naked," jj mumbles, looks down at jackson. "what?" i say, taken by surprise. "never mind. it's nothing." i frown. "well, i just want you to be comfortable and have a day that's not as stressed. whatever you want me to do jj, that's what i want to do." i tell jj, sitting by him. he looks at me, and quickly kisses my lips, then pulls away.

      "you're my reason to live, kiara carrera." he smiles. "and i want you to be comfortable as well- and not feel coerced into being naked." jj says, as jackson pulls on his hair. "ow, JACKSON!" he pries jackson's tiny fingers from his golden locks.

     i giggle. "okay, let's do it." i roll my eyes playfully, and start the water. jj blushes, and passes jackson to me, walking out of the bathroom.

     he comes out of the bathroom with some sweats and an oversized tee for himself. he puts the clothes on the counter, and takes jackson away from me.

jj dips his elbow into the water to check if it is okay for jackson. "seems good to me." he says, gulping softly, taking off jackson's onesie, and wrapping his diaper up, placing it into the garbage.

i turn away from jj, unbuttoning my dress. the dress falls to the ground, and i pull my bra down and un-clip it. i push my panties down my hips and step out of them, turning around to step in the tub. i step into the warm water, settling.

    jj smiles huge. "if i didn't have a naked baby in my hands, i would-"

     "keep it pg, maybank. our kid is here." i interrupt, lifting my hands up to grab jackson. jj hands jackson to me, then takes his own clothes off. i focus my eyes on jackson, trying to give him some privacy.

"kie, you don't have to look away. i was staring at your ass the entire time." jj admits, laughing. i smack jj in his arm. "you asshole!" i chuckle, smiling.