Let It Rain | Otara | Book3 | wlw

Chapter 4 " Starting a family "

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"Want some?" Tara asked, placing the cup of tea on top of the nightstand drawers.

"Sure, but only a sip," she said after tying the rope of her bathrobe and making another sip. She then handed it back to Tara to continue drying her hair.

Observing her wife Jaime leaning on the door frame, crossing her arms between. Jaime is still upset knowing she uses the password on her phone. She knows she had trust issues and came anxious.

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"I need to do something tonight for her," Tara murmured after the minutes passed, staying in front of the fireplace with her cup of tea. Playing the rim of the cup, she kept encircling and tracing the rim on her finger tips, staring blank at the fire as the crackling sounds served as a background.

"Not sleepy?" Jaime came from the back, and a pair of hands landed on her chest, holding her hugging.

"Here, take it," Jaime almost whispered, slowly wrapping her hand around her neck.

"Take what?" she looked up, confused.

"I said take it..." She showed Tara's phone, and Jaime demanded she wanted to give it back.

"Maybe I just overwhelmed," she added.

"I wanted a baby, Jaime, since it's been three years since we were married," words echoed from Tara out of nowhere.

"Oh! Wow... uh?" Jaime paused and stuttered.

"We could use those frozen eggs a year ago and those donors. I think it's time to start a new chapter in our lives by starting to make our own family." Tara looked at her when Jaime decided to sit on her lap, sitting like a bride.

"Hey... hey... take it easy, are you okay?" Jaime taps Tara's shoulders while her arms rest on them.

"Yes, I am okay. Is there something wrong with that? It's something to think of, right?" Tara is confused.

"No, nothing; it's just that I noticed you seemed bothered when you saw my cousin Yansen on the other day," she said.

"Am I bothered, baby?" Tara sounded innocent.

"Yes, very, you didn't think that I didn't notice?"Jaime smirks.

"Of course, Jaime, you'll notice your my little spy, not a paparazzi," she teased.

"Let's snuggle and stop teasing me. I'm so bad with those jokes. I'm not like my other cousins who like humor and jokes," Tara brought up her cousins.

"Oh, Orianna," Jaime replied.

"yes..."

"She's a goddess. I met her once, and Ofelia too, and her sister Olivine. They're all divine." Jamie rolled up her eyes.

"Hey, stop mentioning them," she grinned.

"Why not?" she pouted.

"The blind, the goddess, and the widow." Tara labeled them one by one with a smirk.

"Oh god, Tara! No! Stop! They're gorgeously perfect and photogenic, including you, and I'm not a paparazzi... they're assistant book in the studio to have some photoshoots for a magazine," she raised her hands like a complaining gesture, wearing a smile at her.

"People have drawn to my studio since you arrived there, and the Fergusons kind of own the town," Jaime added.

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It's funny that after three years of being married, she's now talking about having a baby. Something ticks her off. I can't pin point what that is; she's never been weird ever since, and she's always open to me. Never once hide; I am aware I married one of the Fergusons; they're quite well known family in the town.

They're like gods in this place, and Tara caught laid eyes on me, and yes, that day she always came visit my studio to see me and bring some caffeine to my colleagues, expressing her feelings and doing some sweet gestures towards me. It took her for awhile when she had my pretty "yes." After a year we got married, she kept bugging me that she wanted to be with me—an ordinary story from every person liking each other.

She even attempted to buy a house for us, even if we are not yet married, but I said, Let's take it slow, but hey, what can I say? Since then, she devotes herself to me. I open myself to her little by little from the day since. Tara is aware that I have trust issues and I have my own flaws. Accepting me is a big relief. How she married a crazy woman like me and that she doesn't like me to call myself like that: a talented, amazing woman whose not a paparazzi, as she always addresses it. I never missed those lines.

Last night she slept naked, facing down under the comforter. I felt so weird around her lately. She wrapped her arms around me and murmured something, saying that I didn't pay much attention since I was reading my book on the side of the bed. I had never been with a woman before; I mean, I had one in college, but I can't imagine how awkward I looked to her when we were together. But she taught me things that I needed to be comfortable with by showing me actions, not words.

I describe Otara as a woman with few words but expressive through actions. She pays attention even if I didn't say anything; as a sharp observer, she simply gets me. Maybe because we're both women sometimes it's easy to pay attention when having someone the same as you. She's tall, gentle, and soft-spoken, with a few words on her mouth always. I do get her; maybe we were used to the idea that it's our love language to keep our boundaries and respect each other. Right now I still have doubt; it makes no sense why she wanted me to have a baby suddenly.

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"Good morning, babe; it's already eight; don't feel well?"

"It's the weekend. I inform my staff of my schedules for this week," she replied, murmuring.

"Oh, sorry," Tara said while looking at Jamie, rubbing her eyes.

"Want some breakfast in bed?"

"I prefer coffee today; I miss the smell and the aroma in the room," Jaime said, looking at her.

"Okay, wait, I'll make some." Tara gets her clothes on.

"But before that, come here." Tara pulled her back under the duvet.

"Why?" Jaime asked.

"Don't ask me why... your an adult to ask why," Jaime only giggles.

"I'm on my period," she said.

"Ugh!"" Tara spanked the top of the mattress in frustration.

"Kidding," she whispers.

"Since when you tricked me, you naughty woman," Tara tickles her back.

"Your warm and your cheeks are red, and I know what it says; your lips say no...but your body speaks something," Tara whispers, teasing her.

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— tws