Vacation
"Please stop running," I cried for the hundredth time as I led the kids through the cabin. A few hours ago, they were almost shedding tears because Lucas had refused their request to bring Zoey along, and now, they seemed the most excited as they hopped and skipped happily all the way here.
Kids.
It was beautiful how their mind worked. Their lives were so simple I was almost jealous. One minute they were sad about something and the next minute they were happy about something else. The fact that their small innocent minds could not harbor pain for too long was the best.
Grown-ups were a completely different story though. My best friend was proof.
In the last few days, I had had to sit through each painful session as Celine recalled every step of all that happened that night.
I had never had to go through that before, and quite frankly, I never believed it was possible to form an attachment with someone whose existence they only realized hours ago, but Celine's state made me rethink that.
It hurt to see my best friend so sad, and even more because nothing could be said or done to console her, I could not do anything.
I could only sit by her side, listen to her pour her heart, and comfort her.
If I had to wish for any powers ever, it would be to take away the pain of what Celine was going through.
Alexander had been more supportive than I could have ever imagined.
He had surprised me so much even though I could see that just like Celine, he was hurting.
He though was doing a better job concealing his pain than C.
The only reason I finally gave in to C's constant protest to leave for my trip was that I had seen proof that she could be trusted with him, emotionally and physically, I could trust Alexander to take care of her for me.
Yet, I was still worried as shit. All through the drive here, I checked my phone constantly, hoping she would text me and ask me to come back, that she did not want me to leave, but I knew my best friend too well.
Celine would never want me to hold back from something that would help me feel better.
All that happened in these last few days had been terrible to say the very least and this trip had to be the very best thing to happen for us right now, if only though, I could get my mind off C.
I gave up calling after the kids as they raced through the cabin, before disappearing through a door, leading to another part of the jet. "Should they be going back there?" I asked the attendant as she took the bags I had packed for the kids and me.
"That's their room," he explained, "they are allowed to venture that far. I'll show you to your room if you wish."
I tried to keep a straight face as I looked around willing myself to remember we were on a jet about to take off to Milan and not booking a hotel room.
"That would not be required," Lucas said from behind me, "I'll show her to our room." he pushed his luggage too into the overhead cabin as he gave the attendant a few instructions to keep an eye on the kids at all times through the trip.
"Are you sure they're fine with her?" I asked as she disappeared through the curtains.
He chuckled and came up behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my shoulders, "I see my apprehension has rubbed off on you too."
"Can you blame me? They had bodyguards Lucas, Bodygaurdds," I cried, hoping he would see how unreasonable that part was.
"I just had to make sure Sarah was not getting any chances with them again. I would die first before I let her get to the kids again," he vowed.
I had almost forgotten that Abby and Aiden were the dearest things in Lucas's life.
In fact, it was not wrong to say that they were his very life.
And every time it made me love him even more to see how much he cared and loved them.
"Also, everyone on board right now is not only loyal to me, but trustworthy. They'll look after the kids."
I turned around in his arms and cupped his cheeks, "You are a great dad Lucas,"
"I try," he said with a smile.
"No, you do more than just try." I kissed his cheek lightly and rubbed my thumb over the spot.
"Come on," he said taking my hand and leading me further down the cabin, "it's more comfortable in the bedroom."
"How many bedrooms are in this thing?" I giggled as I looked around.
"Mine and yours, Abby and Aiden's and a guest room," I tried to ignore the way he had included me as part of his family with another little hint again.
If he kept doing that, I would begin to get ideas and by that I meant, I would begin to imagine more often scenarios where I was actually Lucas's wife and the twins were well. ..my kids.
At this stage which we were with this relationship, that idea was far-fetched, too far high up for my reach.
I gasped when he pushed the door open, leading us into a cabin that looked no less than a hotel room, a five-star hotel room. But nothing in the room caught my attention like the bed that had red rose petals sprawled atop it in the most romantic way possible.
With a beaming smile, I walked to the bed and picked one up. After admiring it for a second, I brought it to my nose and moaned at the wonderful scent.
The door clicked shut and Lucas appeared beside me, scratching the back of his neck with a shy smile. "I'm sorry I went a little over the top with this. I just thought of doing something nice to make you feel better, you have been a little moody in the last few days."
"It's not over the top," I whispered, willing myself not to cry at his thoughtfulness. I had spent a great deal of this week crying next to my best friend as I watched her break each day, I was not going to cry over something that was meant to be happy too. "It's really beautiful thank you,"
He took my hand and pulled me back into him, "you know I do not need you to thank me Muffin." he held my chin, making me look at him, "you have not told me why you have been so sad these last few days, if it's about Sarah I can assure you, you will no be seeing her in a pretty long time."
"It's not Sarah, It's C." I wrapped my hands around him and buried my face in his chest, sobbing softly.
"Something happened with her?" he asked, running his hand over my hair soothingly. I nodded against his chest, "did you guys have a fight?" I shook my head, hoping he would not make me say it. "Do you want to tell me?"
"I'm not sure, yet," I whispered, but it only came out muffled, thankfully, he could hear me.
"That's fine baby," he kissed my head through my hair, "I just hate to see you so sad. What can I do to make you feel better?" he leaned back to look at my face.
"The trip is more than enough," I forced a chuckle as I saw the worry that danced in his eyes from seeing me cry. I decided to steer the conversation to a lighter edge, "how long are we staying?"
"Until I know you no longer have those tears in your eyes," he wiped my cheeks with the pad of his thumb, "you do know we are only taking this trip for you, Chris,"
"Oh?!"
"I could have fixed everything that had to be fixed here, from California and you know the kids would have preferred to stay over at mom and dad's place, somehow they always prefer it there.
But you need some time off and away. Which is why, until we come back to California, I'm relieving you of all your nanny duties,"
"Is that even possible?" I giggled, "I don't think it's possible to not want to take care of the kids when I'm right there with them."
"I'll take care of them," he said without missing a beat, "I'll do whatever you need me to do for them, but I mean it, Chris, this is not a chance for you to work yourself out, you need to rest and that's final."
"Wait a minute," I wagged a finger in his face playfully, "you aren't trying to get rid of me are you?"
"Never," he said sternly, "You have not had any time off since you started working as the kid's nanny, not even your regular Sundays and with all of the problems of the last few days, I think you have been working too hard."
"I've been getting help, from Mia and your family," I reminded him.
"Doesn't matter, you have been doing the most." he pushed my hair back and leaned lower so we were only breaths apart, "I have never said this to anyone before—except the twins—and quite honestly I never thought I'd have to say this, but for the next few weeks I'm at your service, I'll be taking care of you, protest all you want. "
I held his face in my palm and pressed my lips into his, "I was not going to protest, I cannot pretend to complain about having to be pampered by my boyfriend for a little while."
"It feels damn good to hear you call me that again," he said with a sheepish grin.
"Good thing I intend to call you that plenty times through our stay," I looked in the direction of the door as I reached for the button of the cotton dress I had on, "do you think the kids would miss us too much if we're too occupied, say for the rest of the flight?"
His gaze on me was heavy and his deep blue irises sparkled with newly found lust as I pushed the dress off my shoulders to reveal the black lace bra I had on.
It did nothing to hide my puckered nubs that had hardened to beads at the lewd thoughts already coursing through my brain.
"I doubt it, they hardly come on the jet with me, so I'm sure they would want to make the best use of their time here.
Plus the attendants are there to make sure they have all they need. "
With my most seductive smile, I reached for the hem of my skirt.
"Great," I said, pushing it lower with precise slowness until it pooled at my feet.
I mentally berated myself for not wearing a matching color of underwear, but I was sure, Lucas would not mind too much, from the way he was looking at me.
"Because I just realized we have a well-decorated bed right here," I dropped down on the bed for emphasis, and spread my legs as far as they would go in invitation, "and a few hours to ourselves," I tapped on my chin, pretending to wonder, "oh what would we do with so much time,"
"I have a few ideas," his voice and eyes now dripped with hunger, the kind you would see if you dangled raw meat in front of a starved carnivore.
He stepped between my legs, bringing me face to face with the bulge in his pants as he unbuckled his belt, "actually, I can think of a good way to start,"
"Care to share?" I said demurely, licking my dry lips. It was harder to admit, but I was salivating over Lucas just as much as he was over me.
"Absolutely," he smirked and pushed his pants down along with boxer briefs, "suck my cock."
"With pleasure."