I'd forgotten to mention the whole "no sex" thing to Jotaro, and as his personal driver drove me to his home, I worried that it would become a future problem. Would he jump on me without knowing? What if he couldn't stop?
I found myself struck with an extreme case of boredom in the hours I'd waited for Jotaro to return. The woman that'd driven me home stayed by the front door, supposedly guarding the house against intruders. I spent the majority of my day trying to converse with her, but she didn't seem the least interested. All she'd said was that Jotaro had instructed her to bring me to his home instead of mine from then on. She would be bringing my things over the next day. I didn't even question his decision or how it would be done.
I sighed, finally giving up and sitting on the couch in defeat. "At least when you're here, I'll have someone to play with," I whispered, patting my stomach lightly with a small smile. The child would truly be a blessing to both me and Jotaro. I began to daydream about what we would name the child. What he or she would look like.
I didn't seem to notice the front door open and close (quite loudly, might I add).
"Y/n!" Jotaro called out. I looked toward the entrance in relief. I'd gotten through the day.
I stood up and skipped toward him excitedly. He wouldn't welcome me with open arms or an affectionate kiss, I knew, but I'd like to greet him as a true wife should. After all, I was to be his wife quite soon.
I saw his blank expression before anything else as he took off his jacket and hung it beside the door.
"Welcome home," I greeted, wearing a sweet smile as he approached me.
Jotaro, much to my surprise, cooked a lovely dinner that evening, and my anticipation for the wonderfully smelling meal was too great to contain. My mouth watered as he placed the hot dishes on the table.
"Thank you for the food!" I gulped as my eyes stayed frozen in place, unable to move from the colorful delight.
And, oh my, it was just as, if not much more, delightful. I couldn't help but hum with each bite I took. Jotaro ate silently, watching me in amusement as I feasted on his hard work.
Once dinner was done, I offered to clean the dishes. He insisted that I should rest and sit down. However, after much convincing, he finally let me clean the kitchen. After all, I'd been sitting down and resting all day.
"Ah," I suddenly remembered what I'd needed to tell him. "By the way, Jotaro, we can't have sex until Mrs. Matsuda says so."
He looked up from the book in his hands without much interest. "I've been informed," He said. "Why? Are you disappointed by the fact?"
I chuckled. "Of course not. I was worried you would be disappointed. That's all."
He scoffed. "You think too lowly of me. I wouldn't jump on you while you should be resting."
"Of course, you wouldn't," I smiled. "However... there have been a few occasions."
"Name one," He tested, his voice harsh, but teasing rather than hurtful.
"I think I was so out of it, I don't even recall the night," I giggled, joining him on the comfortable couch with a small bounce. "Although, even I get needy sometimes."
"More often than you think," He scoffed again. I looked at him in disapproval with a large pout. He was too harsh with his words sometimes, even if he only meant to joke around.
"Well, then I think I'll get a shower now," I sighed, standing with a loud huff. Although he could probably smell my mischief, I hid the grin that was printed on my face from him. He didn't know what was coming for him, even if he knew something was bound to come.
As I left the room to shower, Jotaro couldn't help but laugh. Great minds think alike, don't they?
(640 words) Thank you for reading! There's more, so continue on to the next chapter! Also, there's a fucking bug in my room, and I'm about to lose my shit. Sorry for the cursing, but someone, please call the fire department.
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