Corrode - [Charles Leclerc]

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"Oh no, let me carry that". Charles said and he reached out for the suitcase that laid on the bed, which Joanne just zipped up and was about to let down to the floor. Joanne chuckled as he pulled it up by its handle and carried it to the other suitcases they had packed for the weeks they were going to spend in Amalfi. "I'm pregnant, not unable to carry things". She added. "I know, but still". Charles responded, smiling at her from over his shoulder. Joanne shook her head. He wanted to help her a lot the past few days, as she was getting heavier and her stomach became more round, the baby was growing and she slowly started to get some pain in her lower back. It was nothing urgent, however he wanted her to rest more and let the staff do more for her. Some times she could handle it well, especially when she was tired and she actually agreed that the staff could take care of her, but when she felt fit and he commanded the personnel around to help her, her hormones and moodswings could take over and the steam could come from her ears. Joanne always apologized for it at the end of the day, knowing he only wanted the best for her, but in the end she thought she knew quite well what was the best for her.

She had to admit, he was taking it quite well and the first time she had yelled at him to stop deciding what she could do and what she couldn't, had made him stand frozen in the doorway of his office, his eyes wide and it was the first time she had ever seen the look of slight fear on his face. His men had laughed at it softly, turning their faces so their boss wouldn't see it. Charles had muttered a response in defeat and he went back to his work to mind his own business. Joanne tried to tone it down, but every now and then everyone got on her nerves and it was outed in either frustration or sadness. Next to that, her hormones caused her to boost her libido and Charles seemed to be blind for it. Not that she wanted to jump him each time they went to bed. She was about to go into her fourth month of her pregnancy and her breasts had grown slightly and they felt more sensitive than before. Her body started to produce a higher concentration of oxytocin, which made her feel more sexy and wanted. It has been a while since they had sex and he hadn't asked for it or seriously introduced the subject to her again either. Just the thought of his touch caressing her skin was enough to cause the goosebumps to rise upon her boddy.

During her previous pregnancy, she was alone. So, she couldn't really remember if her libido was higher during the third and fourth month. She was probably too busy with handling everything on her own to even think about and orgasm or sex in general. But now she had Charles, that was a different story. She didn't want it to be obvious, she didn't want to beg, but, child, did he look good right now. Charles was wearing a pair of jeans and in the time since they started dating she could recall maybe one time he was wearing jeans instead of joggers, shorts or his usual slacks. He wore a white shirt on top of it, the colour complimenting his tanned and muscled arms, his biceps bulging when he carried the suitcase and the veins that ran under his skin. His hair was styled with some gel, yet it still looked untamed and her fingers were tingling to run through his raven strands, mess it up and pull on it. Joanne took a deep breath. Alright, let's tone it down a little. "Let's get downstairs and see if the boys are ready". Charles muttered and she nodded, feeling his hand on her lower back and he pecked her cheek a couple times before dropping a single kiss to her neck and nibbled on her lower lip. Maybe he knew after all.

Mick and Marcus helped to load the Landrover they were taking to the airport of Nice, where Charles' private jet was ready. Pierre remained in the hallway and came up to them when they got down the stairs. "You're the man of the house now". Charles said. "I'm not planning to pick up a single phone call". He added, making Pierre laugh. "I know. And you deserve time off. So, I don't even want you to bring your work phone. If we really need to reach you, we'll call your private number or Joanne". Pierre said. "Good". Charles nodded contently. "Rest well, Joanne, you can probably use it the most". Pierre hummed as he brought her close, carefully as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Pierre and Charles shook hands and as a last thing before they left, Charles handed him the keys of the front door. "See you later". He smiled and it was a genuine smile, because he really looked forward to get the hell out of her and not be busy with work or anything work related. The kids hopped onto the back seat and they looked happy to have some time off as well. Joanne feared that the impact of what happened at the school might hit them later, but so far they were dealing well with the situation.

Liam and Jules were distracted constantly as Charles and Joanne were both home all the time and they were either playing games together or watching movies, like they had done last week. She paid attention to their behaviour, hoping her teacher's heart would pick up any sign of stress if they showed any of them. Joanne contently sat in the passenger's seat and she absolutely didn't mind that Monte Carlo was slowly becoming a little picture in the background of the mirrors of the car. She looked over at Charles who was behind the wheel, Mick and Marcus and some other guards driving in front of them and behind them, making her feel even more safe. The ride to the airport of Nice was over before they knew it and they could get out of the car and into the jet. Charles' staff brought the lugage into the jet and they were ready to go.

Charles' apartment in Amalfi was absolutely stunning. The last time he had been here was right before he met Joanne, when he took his son on a long weekend during the spring holidays to have some time together. This was the first time he was here without a phone that was connected to his work and he really hoped the situation within the mafia society would let it be that way as well. They were staying in on the first evening after they arrived and Charles showed her around the house while Jules showed Liam around. They were going to share a room again, but the two absolutely didn't mind and probably already looked to be chatting together till the late hours of the night. Charles' Italian chef was cooking for them in the kitchen that was situated in the garden and the chef showed the kids how he made pasta from the very beginning, kneading the dough and creating long tagliatelle ribbons, making the sauce and everything. Joanne was happy that the boys were behaving so well and were so curious to learn about it. After dinner, Liam and Jules were yawning heavily and they struggled to keep their eyes open and Joanne was about to bring them to bed, when Charles jumped up to walk with them instead.

Joanne let him be this time, as she was comfortably seated by the fire on the terrace, enjoying the sight they had from the apartment in the mountains. Charles walked upstairs to bring the boys to bed. They got into their pyjamas and Charles made their beds while they brushed their teeth. He closed the curtains and put a small light on. Jules got into his bed first and Charles tucked him in. "Dad?". He sleepily asked. Charles looked over at him with a smile, caressing his face. "Will it take long before our sister arrives?". Jules asked. "A couple more months, buddy. She has to grow some more before she can come out". He chuckled and Jules nodded. "Mom's tummy is growing, so she's growing as well". He continued. "That's true". Charles said and kissed his forehead. Liam climbed into his bed too and Charles moved over to tuck him in as well. "I had a question to ask you, Liam". Charles softly said, sitting on his knees next to his bed and he leaned his elbows on the mattress. "I want to ask your mom to marry me". He said, making Liam beam from ear to ear under the small night lamp. "Is that alright with you?". He asked. "Yes! I can't wait for you to be my dad". Charles felt a small lump in his throat forming and he moved closer to hug the little boy.

"Thank you. But don't say anything to your mom about it. It has to be a surprise". Charles said and Liam nodded heavily. "Alright. Sleep well!". Charles ruffled his hair before he stood up and turned the lights off, closing the door behind him after a last look over his shoulde. He dribbled downstairs again and he saw that Joanne had moved into the apartment again, the door of the terrace closed and the fire was slowly burning out. "I was getting cold". She laughed softly and he grinned, pulling her close without a reason. Charles felt his heart beating faster at the sight of her sparkling eyes and he felt the warmth spreading through his chest with pride that she's going to be the mother of his daughter, because he was sure that there wasn't a better mom in the world than Joanne. Joanne looked up at him, softly gnawing on her bottom lip at the sight of her handsome man, her palms skipping over his biceps and his arms were holding her so closely, so warm. Charles noticed the change of the look on her face, the dilation of her pupils and he felt the eagerness in her kiss when their lips touched. "Joanne...". He started when her hands wanted to ride up the material of his shirt.

"Isn't it better to wait till you give birth?". He asked, chuckling softly as he pried her wanting fingers from his shirt. "No, we can have sex during pregnancy, it's not going to cause any damage". Joanne said. "Charles...". She pouted. "Do you know how my hormones are playing with me? When was the last time we had sex?". She continued, making him let out a breathy laugh. "Take care of me like the gentleman you are". Joanne hummed. "You've been teasing me all day". She continued. "How?". Charles laughed. "Just by... being you. I mean in jeans? A white shirt? Get out". She scoffed and she shivered when his fingers brushed up her spine. "But if you don't want to then, fine". Joanne said and was about to get out of his arms when he held her close. Charles had a small grin on his face and his fingers under her chin lifted her face to make sure she was gazing back at him.

"I'll take care of you".