Sonata (Butcher and Violinist 2)

Aunt Delphine appeared. “How are you doing dear?”

“Oh!” I covered myself with my robe. “I’m doing fine.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve seen it all,” she said. “Let’s help you in.”

Since his aunts had heard about the pregnancy, they’d found reasons to come over almost every day. Recently, they’d just been popping up. Maybe thinking that if they waited too long, they would miss the appearance of the baby.

Aunt Delphine eyed my belly. “How’s he doing?”

“Fine. You still believe I’m having a boy?”

“Oh yes. It’s hanging low. Girls are high.”

Jean-Pierre’s other aunts had argued last week that I was having a girl.

Aunt Delphine helped me into the gown. “How was your session with the brain doctor?”

“Uh. . .fine.” I pulled the rest of the gown up. “Auntie.”

“Yes?”

I smiled.

She widened her eyes. “Oh, am I messing with your boundaries again?”

“Just a little bit.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. When I was pregnant, I had five women dressing me. I was so big, I refused to lift my hand. It was ungodly. You do everything yourself. I worry about you.”

It’s called not being used to being rich.

I giggled.

She gazed at me and smiled. “You’re a good girl.”

“Thank you.”

“Okay. I’m going now. I’ll see you later.” She waved goodbye.

I love you, but let’s make it much, much later.

After I finished dressing, I checked my reflection in the mirror. The scars on my cheek was still there, but more thick faded lines. There was no ignoring it, but I’d learned that the scars didn’t make me. Sometimes kids turned my way and pointed, but then I wondered, if it was because a scarred Jean-Pierre walked next to me.

Everyone is always staring at us, wondering about our story and why we have matching scars.

I often wondered what strangers must’ve thought when they spotted us. Did they think we were part of a cult?

I looked at the rest of me. The gown was red and sexy as fuck. As sexy as one can get with a nice belly, protruding under sequence fabric.

I turned to the side and grinned.

Hey, we still look fabulous. Don’t we, baby?

I had been talking to our child in my head for a while. At first it scared me. Was I going crazy? But the doctor said it was fine.

I turned around some more and glanced over my shoulder. The back of the gown was open with strings of pearls spreading along my back. Some of my inked violin strings peeked out.

Okay. I’m as sexy as a big pregnant lady can get. Mission accomplished.

The door opened.

Jean-Pierre’s voice filled the air. “Damn. I may not take you anywhere. I may just tear that gown off and fuck you right here.”

The baby kicked, happy to hear daddy’s voice.

I laughed and held my stomach. “Maybe that’s an option.”

“Don’t tempt me.” He closed the distance between us, and when he hugged me, he cupped my ass. It had gotten much bigger with the baby weight. Since the extra pounds, he’d been smacking and fondling my ass every second he could get close to me.

I batted his hand away, knowing if he continued I wouldn’t let us leave the room. He’d made me just as insatiable as him.

Rafael had joked that we would probably end up having ten kids.

“And how is my little princess?” Jean-Pierre lowered to my big belly, whispering French for several minutes. He made sure to not speak too loudly, explaining that it was their secret conversations.

We don’t even know if that is a princess, but if we have a girl, you are going to spoil the shit out of her.

I chuckled as he rubbed my belly and whispered, “Goodbye for now, little one. We’ll talk later, when mommy falls asleep from daddy tearing that fat—”

“Jean-Pierre.”

He rose and pulled me in his arms. “The child knows.”

“Does not.” I snickered.

“She knows how I put her to sleep.”

Recently, when I walked a lot, danced, or even. . .fucked, the movement rocked the baby into a nice sleep.

During my slumber, that was when the baby woke up, partied, and had a good old time making a playground of my womb. And for a few hours during that time, Jean-Pierre rubbed my belly, whispering to our child and touching the little feet as they pushed and tapped at my skin. Thus, causing the child to be up all night.

I shook my head, thinking about the ruckus they would cause tonight.

“What are you smiling about?” He nipped at my mouth.

“I’m happy.”

“Good.” He kissed me again. “Let’s go, reine.”

We left the castle and climbed into the limo. Excitement buzzed through me. I had no idea what we would do, just that it would be awesome. My man never disappointed and always came correct, when he romanced me.

I’m so fucking blessed.

The limo left our estate and pulled out of the stone and iron gates. A crescent moon sat in the sky. Stars glimmered in bright, blueish blackness.