[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 2~]

[191.] The last day.

Do you know the word "anticipation"?  That day was woven from hope and anticipation.

 Everybody in the House waited for the Masters' baby, and after the love noises from the Hánshì    last night, expectations were high.

The housekeeper had arranged for a wet nurse to arrive at the Cloud Recesses very soon, unsure if the Master would be able, or willing, to breastfeed. She had long noticed how his body was changing, but they never discussed it, and she preferred to have a back-up plan. Also, she had a boy ready to ride any moment now and fetch the midwife to help, until the doctor arrived, of course. Zewu-Jun was not taking any chances.

But the day was going slow, the weather was great and the Masters tried for one last long walk in the blooming garden, hoping for things to start any moment now. 

No. This baby was not   in a hurry.

***

After dinner, the Masters entered the bedroom sulking. Jiang Cheng was furious, Lan Xichen was disappointed, but also secretly relieved  –  he had been dreading the possible repercussions of their mad lovemaking the previous night all day long.

They lied in bed, unable to sleep, unsure what to do. The nights were quite warm now and Zewu-Jun was topless tonight; his scent was reaching Jiang Wanyin, as he was trying to breathe deeply and slowly, trying not to think about peeing at all, as the bony head was pressing on his insides even worse now, and soon he closed his eyes, trying to  –  if not sleep  –  at least meditate. 

But behind his eyelids, inside his head, the words of Lan Huan were still ringing, and he could not forget them. "So hot, Wanyin... so hot!"

Zewu-Jun turned in the bed, checking on his loved one  –  was he sleeping, was he alright?  –  and as he did, two large eyes stared at him, and he heard the usual  maddening  words:

- Zewu-Jun, do you want me...?   -  Jiang Cheng panted, too aroused again.

This time Lan Xichen just lost it; he growled and got on top of him, hissing in his ear:

- Are you fully awake?  Are you here with me?  Do you feel me, husband?

- Yes... Yes, Zewu-Jun... Yes, husband! Yes, my love...  -  Jiang Cheng whispered feverishly, feeling the tension in all his loved one's muscles, hovering over him with difficulty.

- Let me know you then, Sandu Shengshou, one more time...  let me show you one more time... just how much... I love you...  need you...  thirst for you...  oh, Wanyin!

Trembling and impatient, they helped each other undress, and merged awkwardly, murmuring words of love, hands seeking to caress, lips needing to drink and whisper, the simple repetitive movements bringing moans and screams, and they finished, and rested, and made love again  –  exhausted, happy, laughing and crying simultaneously, enjoying each other's tenderness and love.

They fell asleep at dawn, hugging as best as they could, and slept well into the morning again. 

There was a fragrant bath prepared for them when they finally decided to start their day. Sandu Shengshou stretched in bed like a cat, watching Zewu-Jun get up and tie his hair in front of the mirror   –  he seemed to have forgotten all about his scars, and it filled Jiang Cheng's heart with joy and content to realize that.

- Won't you join me, my love?  –  he smiled, and Jiang Wanyin thought that he loved him even more today, now that the sun was falling on his shoulders through the open windows, giving his body a shine, and his eyes  –  a hue of tender violet.

- So beautiful, A-Huan...  -  he purred, too much in love.

Lan Xichen laughed, and watched him try to roll out of bed, literally rolling over the edge, huffing and cursing in frustration. 

But then his eyes opened wide and he gaped, as, the moment Jiang Wanyin's feet touched the floor, and he stood up, his water broke.