Liam's Letters • Part 2

8

The next morning Sébastien came into the bedroom with a breakfast tray.
"Good morning Chérie, did you sleep well?"
Renée jumped up, "Oh no, the baby!" She had slept soundly through the night and didn't get up for the baby and felt guilty about it. She had been totally swept away.
Motioning with his hands for her to be calm. "Don't worry. I fed her a bottle and I changed all the diapers. I wanted you to sleep. We have to share these things, you can't have all the pleasures yourself."
Renée smiled, "How do you know how to do all these things?"
"I had small brothers and sisters. Four years apart from the next one. Then smaller ones. My parents had children themselves when I became old enough to have my own. It didn't matter if we were in France or in politics, we are still African. African children learn to do everything, wash dishes, wash clothes, and take care of each other. They cook. They shop at the market. They think nothing of it." He explained.
"I knew I married you for some reason." Renée teased him.
Renée then stared at the breakfast tray. "Oh Sébastien you are so sweet. How did I ever deserve you?"
The tray full of goodies. Decaffeinated coffee. Crepes. Maple syrup. Butter. A beautiful delicate rose, from their garden, in a slim vase. Just beautiful. Prepared with love. He did everything to perfection. With determined and passionately with passion. He wanted beauty in his life. Everything beautiful, in his life. He even worked holding Eveleen. Nothing flustered him. Nothing bothered him. He took everything in stride. They never had any discussion about the household. It just all got done. They were a team. They wanted to please each other. They were in unison, about everything. They could finish each other's sentences.
Sébastien's famous line, "You have to get away from me." He would react that way every time he thought something and Renée said it. Or the other phrase, "You are scary." He would say these things in a joking way to indicate that he had been thinking the same thing. They were in sync. Totally and completely and utterly. Sheer pleasure for them to be together.
Sébastien was everything a man could be. He was brilliant, completely talented and fully competent.
He loved to sing and dance and did it very well. He worked hard. He kept himself and everything in good condition. He did not have a complicated bone in his body. Complex though. Totally interesting, intriguing man. Renée wanted to study him, for the rest of her life.
He allowed Renée to be exactly who she was. He praised her all the time. Never critical. He appreciated her totally. He appreciated her talents, her abilities, her looks and her body.
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Where the baby was concerned, he didn't keep his promise to Gareth about 'trying' to love the baby.
He already did loved the baby. Naturally. He carried her everywhere. He laid her on her back along his forearm with her head securely in his hand and took her everywhere with him. She loved him. Babies can feel people. They know if someone loves them or not. She cooed at Sébastien all the time. If she fussed or cried Sébastien would say to Renée, "Give her to me." As soon as, Sébastien would take her, he would ask her in his manly voice, "What's the problem, baby? Tell Papa." She would stop crying and start talking to him with her little gurgles and smiles and squirming face. Telling him all her three month old problems. Sébastien and the baby bonded from the womb. He talked to her all the time in the womb. He sang to her and told her stories. They were inseparable from the start. Renée would tear up watching the two of them. Sébastien's attitude, "You can never give a baby too much love." In fact his attitude - that humans cannot give each other too much love.
Love had become everything.
Beauty had become everything.
He got excited about decorating. About beautiful furnishings, beautiful drapery, beautiful canopy bed. The more feminine, the happier Sébastien felt. He being all things masculine but, he loved all things soft and pretty and feminine. The epitome of womanhood. He loved looking at it all.

•••••

One day Sébastien came in the kitchen and said, "Well it looks like we are California bound."
Renée looked at him in shock. "Really?! For how long?"
"I don't know. But it looks like the record gig is panning out, and we have to go down there, for me to record, the album."
"I'm packed already." Renée said, kissing him all excited for the change and of course wanting to support him in all that he wanted to do.
"Good! What I thought, that we should go to Tiburon first, and then San Francisco, then drive down the California coast and see the ocean all the way down. Apparently it is a beautiful drive down there. Then to Monterey to see the most fabulous aquarium on earth. Then Carmel-by-the-Sea. Pebble Beach. Seventeen Mile Drive. Then San Diego to see the best zoo on earth. Then to L.A. to see another kind of zoo." He laughed at his last sentence. "We have to go to Venice Beach. That's the beach full of every kind of person imaginable."
Sébastien had an infectious laugh too. When he laughed everyone laughed. Even Eveleen. She loved his laugh.
Renée asked, "What will we do with the house?"
Next favorite line from Sébastien, "Don't worry Chérie, everything will be fine, trust me."
She did. That is the point. That is the reason for everything. That is the reason for loving him. That is the reason for making love to him. That is the reason that she never thought twice about the baby.