The Don And His Flower

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Imani watched her husband. 

He kept his eyes on her just as well.

Being only six and a half months pregnant, Valis had watched Imani's every move. Even as she sat in a rocking chair in their backyard. The man was far in the distance, taking the spot next to Volodos as a spar had occurred before them. She could feel the man watching her as she rocked slowly. 

They've had sex the previous night.

It was amazing. 

But it was constant, she put that together fast. Whenever she found herself being curious about her husband's whereabouts. Whenever she had accusing questions on the tip of her tongue, Imani was being bent over or pushed down into a soft surface with her husband between her legs. 

Last night, she finally pushed him away. Demanded to know what he's been hiding from her, why he is spending almost a month of her pregnancy away from her. If the man didn't find her attractive, he could've just said that instead of leading her overfilled heart on. 

"Mommy! I caught one!" 

Her thoughts and worries were subsided, pushed to the back of her head as she focused on her reality. Where her baby boy had a sheer small plastic net in his grip, a large monarch butterfly flailing about. Imani gave a small nod, the grip on her glass firm as she watched the boy carefully take the winged insect out, letting it fly away.

Imani had begun trying to find out what her sons interests were. At the moment, it was being outside. She expanded his outside into fun activities that had him digging into the grass or chasing butterflies. 

Xander loved butterflies. 

Or any respective insect or bird that flew into the sky. 

So here she sat, thinking of new activities that won't have either of them going up into the actual sky. "That's good baby. What's that one called again?" She asked, watching him nearly tear the pages from his notebook as he tried to find the similar butterfly picture. 

"Uh...Uhm. A Mahnarch. Monar-Monarch! A monarch mommy!" 

She smiled, nodding in approval at the young boy sounding out his own words with such ease. "Good catch Xander. Want some more juice?" The boy had happily accepted the homemade peach lemonade, eating some of the small chunks that had dropped into his cup. After such few moments of silence, Imani followed the quick patters of Xander's shoes. He happily ran to his father that was beaded with stress and sweat.

"What's going on here?" He picked up the three-year-old with a smile, kissing the kinks in his hair before letting down to his feet. "I caught a butterfly and saw three blue birds daddy!" The child was ecstatic. Unaware of the unwanted silence between his mother and father. 

The man looked at his wife, her sudden interest elsewhere as she angrily drank down her lemonade. The Don bit back his smirk, continuing his conversation with the young boy. Xander had run off again, only just a few inches away to complete his day to day adventures. Valis lowered himself into a squat, looking at his eye avoiding woman. "Imani."

"You were gone this morning..again." She greeted him back, wrapping up the scraps of food they had left behind. The Don nodded with a shake in his head. "I was desperate those few times when we ended it with sex, Valis. But now I'm serious," Valis sighed, watching his wife as she sat up into the chair. Her hands placed to her thighs, she looked down at the man that she found herself in love with.

"Are you cheating on me?"

"No."

"Why are you never home? I feel like you've been avoiding me."

"I haven't been avoiding you, Mani. But I won't tell you what I've been doing. Can I ask some questions now?" Hands over hers, Valis helped his woman stand and followed her to the kitchen.

Hands rinsed, Imani prepared her son his sandwich and chips. "This isn't the first time I've withheld information from you, Imani. Why are you suddenly assuming I've even feel bold enough to disrespect a woman like you? To disrespect our son and family by cheating on you?"

"You've been distant." She sliced through the middle of the sandwich fast. Turning it to cut into four squares. "I'm always distant."

"Not this much, Val."

Valis watched the anger she had only slightly subside. Her eyes watery as he approached the dark-skinned flower. "I don't know how I can help you, Imani. I really don't. Tell me."

"What have you been doing Valis?"

"I've been trying to ensure your protection. You, the babies you carry, and Xander." The man nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, accepting the hold she had physically put on him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Imani let the sigh come from her lips softly. "You'd tell me the truth, right?" 

The silence was deafening, painful as she wanted to let him go. Wanted to pull from the handsome man. "Only as I see fit, Mrs. Kholodov." 

***

Imani let her eyes flutter close.

Left hand gripping the sheets as she kept her right hand gripped onto the wrist of her husband. He rubbed harder, thrusting a bit more as his wife whimpered softly. The soft pants on her moans were heavenly to his ears, head bent up to the glass ceiling as he tried to focus on the summer night clouds above. He grimaced hard, desperate to block out the sweet sounds of her pussy swallowing him deliciously. 

"Right there." She groaned muffling her voice into the sheets. 

It had been hours. Hours since the conversation they had in the kitchen. Once again, as Imani had expected, she was bent over the soft sheets in the bed. Valis had to leave tonight, he had to go back and try to make peaceful amends with his brother. The Don was being pushed to ends he didn't think he would be able to have with his brother. 

The sensation of his wife made him curse hard. He tightened the hold on her naked body, rubbing harder as she came hard on him. The tensing and squeezing had his cock twitching with such desire.

"That's my girl."

He recited the words to the walls, looking down at the mess they've begun to make. He cursed her name again, both hands to her waist as he kept her arch. With her swollen belly exposed, Valis squeezed his eyes shut. The euphoria had him in cloud nine, the orgasm filling his wife up with few remnants dripping out of her stuffed folds.

Valis.

Valis.

The whispering moan of his name echoed into his head, even a half hour later. With a damp towel clenched in his hand, Valis sat on the edge of the bed. His wife lay unconscious, dazed and partially cleaned as she began to sleep through the night ahead of her. Valis gotten dressed in his usual black attire, now standing near Imani's bedside dresser. The man took the red glass, inspecting the familiar specs of remaining powder that was never caught from his wife's thirst.

Valis hated doing such things to his wife, but he did them anyways.