me.”
“No, go away.”
Bloody hell! I want nothing more than to carry her
kicking and screaming up to the bedroom, and forcing her to talk to me while my
cock is planted firmly into her pussy. But I can’t, that form of dominance is a
no-go at the moment and it pisses me off.
Having no other choice, I reach into my pocket, take out my
phone, and dial Jessica. She answers after only a couple of rings. “Bryce,
Dear. How’s fatherhood treating you?”
“Hello, Jessica,” I state while watching Alexis’ reaction.
“Fatherhood is wonderful, perfect in fact.”
Alexis closes her eyes briefly and sucks in a long winded
breath.
“Lovely. How can I help you? We are not scheduled for a
session until Thursday. Do you need to see me earlier,” Jessica asks, hope in
her voice.”
“Actually, yes. I would like you to come over today, if
possible.”
“I can organise that. Is everything alright?”
“Well, I’ll leave that up to you to decide. Alexis
is...let’s just say displaying signs of angered frustration. She won’t talk to
me about it, so I’m a little concerned.”
“Oh...you didn’t just go there,” Alexis hisses, her fiery
glare incinerating me on the spot.
I glare back at her, determined to sort this shit out. I’m
not having one of the happiest times of our life marred by her pent up and
unwarranted feelings of jealousy toward Chelsea.
“Okay, I can be there in around an hour,” Jessica informs.
“Thank you. See you soon.”
I end the call and put my phone back in my pocket, my stare
never wavering from Alexis.
She accelerates her strides even more, practically punching the
button with her clenched fist. “I can’t believe you just insinuated that I am
not coping well after giving birth. Firstly, you have no right. Secondly, I am
dealing with mothering our gorgeous son just fine thank you very much. To even
imply that I cannot handle him or—“
“I’m not implying that at all.”
“Then what was that?”
“You need to talk about whatever it is that is pissing you
off. And if you won’t talk to me about it, you can talk to Jessica. You should
be exceedingly happy at the moment, but you aren’t. I don’t want you to look
back at this time and have any regrets.”
She hits the emergency stop button on the treadmill and
comes to a halt, slumping over the arms rests. Taking deep breaths and looking
overly exhausted, she wipes her brow with a towel.
After a few seconds of catching her breath and bearings, she
steps off, grabs her water bottle, and has a long drink before walking up to
me. “I have no regrets...none at all, none where you and Brayden are concerned.
I never have and I never will,” she says quietly, hurt evident in her voice.
I watch her walk back inside before stopping at the bassinet
and smiling at our son. The love she projects for him is obviously genuine and
in abundance which just confuses me all the more. Then why is she so unhappy
all of a sudden? I take a deep breath and pray to God that Jessica will
figure it out.
***
Just over an hour later, I let Jessica into the apartment.
“I like what you’ve done with the place,” she admires,
grinning at the now baby-fied surroundings.
“Yeah, feels more like a home now.”
“So, where is she?”
“Up in our room with Brayden. Just go straight up.”
“You sure? I don’t want to start a session with an already
irate patient, it’s much more work on my part.”
“It’s fine, she’s feeding. I’m sure she won’t mind.”
Jessica winks and squeezes my arm before giving me a tight
embrace. “Congratulations, I’m so proud of you. And don’t worry, I’ll get to
the bottom of whatever is bothering Alexis.”
“Thank you,” I reply while watching her make her way up the
stairs before I head for my office.
As I sit down, I’m instantly made aware that the baby
monitor on my desk is switched on due to hearing the sound of Alexis’ voice
singing “Baby Mine”. As her words filter from
“No, go away.”
Bloody hell! I want nothing more than to carry her
kicking and screaming up to the bedroom, and forcing her to talk to me while my
cock is planted firmly into her pussy. But I can’t, that form of dominance is a
no-go at the moment and it pisses me off.
Having no other choice, I reach into my pocket, take out my
phone, and dial Jessica. She answers after only a couple of rings. “Bryce,
Dear. How’s fatherhood treating you?”
“Hello, Jessica,” I state while watching Alexis’ reaction.
“Fatherhood is wonderful, perfect in fact.”
Alexis closes her eyes briefly and sucks in a long winded
breath.
“Lovely. How can I help you? We are not scheduled for a
session until Thursday. Do you need to see me earlier,” Jessica asks, hope in
her voice.”
“Actually, yes. I would like you to come over today, if
possible.”
“I can organise that. Is everything alright?”
“Well, I’ll leave that up to you to decide. Alexis
is...let’s just say displaying signs of angered frustration. She won’t talk to
me about it, so I’m a little concerned.”
“Oh...you didn’t just go there,” Alexis hisses, her fiery
glare incinerating me on the spot.
I glare back at her, determined to sort this shit out. I’m
not having one of the happiest times of our life marred by her pent up and
unwarranted feelings of jealousy toward Chelsea.
“Okay, I can be there in around an hour,” Jessica informs.
“Thank you. See you soon.”
I end the call and put my phone back in my pocket, my stare
never wavering from Alexis.
She accelerates her strides even more, practically punching the
button with her clenched fist. “I can’t believe you just insinuated that I am
not coping well after giving birth. Firstly, you have no right. Secondly, I am
dealing with mothering our gorgeous son just fine thank you very much. To even
imply that I cannot handle him or—“
“I’m not implying that at all.”
“Then what was that?”
“You need to talk about whatever it is that is pissing you
off. And if you won’t talk to me about it, you can talk to Jessica. You should
be exceedingly happy at the moment, but you aren’t. I don’t want you to look
back at this time and have any regrets.”
She hits the emergency stop button on the treadmill and
comes to a halt, slumping over the arms rests. Taking deep breaths and looking
overly exhausted, she wipes her brow with a towel.
After a few seconds of catching her breath and bearings, she
steps off, grabs her water bottle, and has a long drink before walking up to
me. “I have no regrets...none at all, none where you and Brayden are concerned.
I never have and I never will,” she says quietly, hurt evident in her voice.
I watch her walk back inside before stopping at the bassinet
and smiling at our son. The love she projects for him is obviously genuine and
in abundance which just confuses me all the more. Then why is she so unhappy
all of a sudden? I take a deep breath and pray to God that Jessica will
figure it out.
***
Just over an hour later, I let Jessica into the apartment.
“I like what you’ve done with the place,” she admires,
grinning at the now baby-fied surroundings.
“Yeah, feels more like a home now.”
“So, where is she?”
“Up in our room with Brayden. Just go straight up.”
“You sure? I don’t want to start a session with an already
irate patient, it’s much more work on my part.”
“It’s fine, she’s feeding. I’m sure she won’t mind.”
Jessica winks and squeezes my arm before giving me a tight
embrace. “Congratulations, I’m so proud of you. And don’t worry, I’ll get to
the bottom of whatever is bothering Alexis.”
“Thank you,” I reply while watching her make her way up the
stairs before I head for my office.
As I sit down, I’m instantly made aware that the baby
monitor on my desk is switched on due to hearing the sound of Alexis’ voice
singing “Baby Mine”. As her words filter from
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