A Little Sane

Chapter 113

"You know what's really great about my wife giving birth to your spawn?"

Jeremiah rolled his eyes as he stood by the kitchen counter. He was not in the mood for Jerome's jokes. He only came over as a favor to Mercedes. He spoke with annoyance.

"What.."

Jerome smirked and Jeremiah instantly knew something sexual was about to come out of his mouth. 

"She gets slightly thicker when she's pregnant. Especially in her delicious chunky thighs."

Jeremiah scrunched his nose. He glared.

"Only you would make the birth of my child sexual. Is that all you think about?! Do you ever think about your wife's mind instead of just her body?! She is highly intelligent despite her newly diagnosed.. condition.."

Jerome laughed and glared.

"Actually, I do. All the time. I know she's smart."

Jeremiah scoffed harshly.

"After everything she has been through, it is ignorant for you to assume that talking about her body that way would make her feel sexy."

Jerome tilted his head.

"You do realize she's a woman right? She's given birth technically three times. Her body has changed some and it bothers her. She's all the time staring at herself in the mirror poking around her body, but a little weight gain isn't a problem to me. So yeah, sometimes I make it a habit to be a little dirty about her body every now and then. I don't pressure her into working out to get rid of her natural body change. I am a man who loves the female body, but I am not a man who expects it to be molded into what the rest of the world thinks it should be. I don't want her to think that I find her any less attractive because I don't."

Jeremiah sipped his coffee actually listening to Jerome. He was a little shocked.

"But you know what it really is? When I remember an outfit by every detail that I saw she felt good in and I tell her to wear it again the exact same way. She knows I pay attention. How every few nights I'll cook, clean, do whatever needs to be done around here and then take my exhausted ass to our room to either have sex, or cuddle, or just stay awake and talk even though I'm dead tired. That's what she does most nights. She's so tired almost falling asleep, but she comes in that bedroom and wants me to know that even after everything she's done that day that she still thinks about me. It's the way that sometimes she'll wake up to her favorite breakfast. Even though she knows I stole it, a smile forms on her face. The small things too and valuing her thoughts and feelings. That's what makes her feel sexy, wanted and appreciated. All the things I do for her is what makes me sexy to her."

Jerome sighed. He carefully spoke.

"That's also what... makes you sexy to her.."

Jeremiah froze as he lifted his gaze from his coffee. Jerome finally nodded. 

"Yes I said that. Man.. you're always looking out for her.. and making sure she's feeling okay. You genuinely care about her.. and there's hardly anything sexier to most women than a man who truly cares about her. That and maybe a dash of our personalities."

Jeremiah couldn't help his chuckle. Jerome smirked.

"And when we are having sex that isn't our usual rough play, I pay extra attention to the places on her body I know she doesn't like, but I love. That drives her crazy."

Jeremiah rolled her eyes.

"You mean and I quote, her delicious chucky thighs?"

Jerome's maniacal laugh filled the kitchen.