She's My Sleeping Pill

Since Thomas wasn’t married to her, even if he wanted to decide things for her, he could not do it. He could only trust her parents who stayed the whole time with him while he was keeping guard on her. He was looking gaunt from skipping his meals most of the time and it took them a lot of persuasions before he decided to start eating properly.

When they reached NAIA, someone was waiting for them there to bring them to their booked hotel. Stefan didn’t want to tire his wife with the long travel since it would take them another several hours of trip to reach Baguio City and it would be risky to Cayenne as well since she was pregnant.

“Did you have any update about her condition? Is she doing well?” Cayenne asked when they finally arrived inside their hotel room. She was really tired from the jet lag but she wanted to know how Monet was doing to feel at ease.

Knowing her, Stefan could not tell her the dire truth of her situation at this moment. If he will, she would not be able to sleep or get some rest from feeling anxious. “She’s doing her best to survive. It is probably her mother’s instinct kicking in. She must be wanting to save her child.” He wasn’t lying with his statement but it didn’t answer her second question either.

She was probably too tired to even think too much and got on the bed without even changing her clothes. “I’ll order some food. Do you have anything you crave?”

“I want beef bulalo. They must have that here.”

“Got it.”

The room that Stefan booked was a king’s suite and it has a spacious room with a kitchen and living room. They could cook if they want to but he knew that they won’t be using this place that much since they would have to leave the next day.

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Stefan walked to the living room and dialed the number of the hotel’s restaurant and ordered some food that Cayenne might want to eat as well as the beef bulalo that she wanted. He was told that it would be served in thirty minutes which prompted him to go back to the bedroom where Cayenne was, wanting to ask her if she was fine with the time. Stefan’s facial expression changed and he looked at her with so much fondness as he spoke to the phone. “You can serve it in three hours.”

“Yes, sir.”

As soon as the call ended, he returned the telephone to its receiver stand and returned to Cayenne’s side. He removed her shoes for her and covered her with the blanket. The country was hot even when September was about to end, especially in Manila, the country’s capital city. Therefore, Stefan adjusted the AirCon to the usual temperature that they had in their bedroom back in their mansion.

He was also tired but he still had some pending work in the company and he was worried that if he sleeps beside her right now, he might not wake up when the food arrives. Thus, he ended up calling Tristan to follow up on certain matters while waiting for the food.

Three hours later, he showered Cayenne’s face with kisses but instead of waking up, she only smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Ticklish.” She mumbled, still smiling without opening her eyes to look at him.

“Hon, you have to eat.”

“Hmm.” She moaned but she didn’t move an inch. She was hugging his neck and Stefan had to place both his hands on the bed to support his body; else, he’d be pressing her belly and that is not good for the baby as per Cheska’s reminder.

“You’ll get fat,” Stefan whispered and Cayenne’s eyes instantly opened with hostility. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Yes,” Cayenne said and she started to tear up. “In my dream, you said I would get fat.”

Stefan kissed her forehead and sighed. He did say that to wake her up because he knew it would be effective but he was feeling guilty now that he sees her upset. “It won’t happen again.”

“Again?! What do you mean again? Did you really think I’d get fat?!” Cayenne was feeling awful because of what she dreamed and she had no idea that Stefan really said it, but he slipped. “I hate – ”

“It’s normal for women to get a little chubby when they get pregnant,” he said before she could complete her statement which he knew already. “I’d say you have gotten fatter if you have gotten fatter, but that doesn’t make you less of a woman, of a mother to our child. Isn’t it better if I tell you the truth? Loving you despite the changes you are going through is all that matters. Do you get me?”

“So, am I really fat?” she questioned, unreconciled with this matter no matter how he tried to encourage her about the changes in her body.

“What was your jean size?”

“25”

“Now?”

Thinking back, she started wearing leggings and skirts because Cheska told her to refrain from wearing tight jeans and Stefan removed the size tag of her clothes so she didn’t know. The last time, she checked, her jeans would no longer fit her. “Aahhh! You are so hateful! I only grew a bit.”

“And did I say that I don’t love you anymore?”

“No.”

“Then why are you making a fuss over your size? Whether you are fat or you are skinny, tall, or short; you are still the woman I love and I choose you to be the woman that I would spend the rest of my life with.” [Hormones.] Stefan thought and blamed it on her hormones again.

Cayenne grinned happily after hearing his words and she immediately pounced on him and changed their position, letting him lay on the bed with her on top of him. “This is safe for the baby,” she whispered seductively “wanna do it?”

[I want her to be pregnant all the time. At least on this aspect.]

Stefan has prepared himself for so many things that happened during her pregnancy but what he didn’t prepare for was her sudden increase in sex drive. Since they got married, he could count the times that Cayenne took the initiative when it comes to sex and he was happy when she did all those things for him. However, when she got pregnant, it felt like she became a demoness who came to seduce him and make him go frenzy with her. It was nerve-wracking how eager she has become for this activity. Thankfully, he asked Cheska about this matter before. Before, due to her insecurity, she would ask him to turn off the lights and make sure that it was very dark in their room – not wanting him to see her body. Now, it didn’t matter to her anymore and Stefan liked it.

Cayenne was about to kiss him when the doorbell to their room rang loudly. Cayenne stiffened and there was that fleeing annoyance crossing her face. “Let them be.” She mumbled but the doorbell rang incessantly. She rolled her eyes and moved her body to get off him; to her surprise, Stefan carried her off with his hands on her butt to support her. What else could she do when she wasn’t satisfied yet? She could only wrap her legs around his waist and bury her face in the crook of his neck, kissing him lightly.

Stefan pressed the answer button on the intercom and told the waitress to leave the food outside. After making sure that she was gone, he opened the door and pulled the food cart inside with Cayenne still clinging to him. “The food can wait,” he whispered and kissed her lips like a hungry bee that wants to get as much honey as he could from nectar. Pressing Cayenne on the door, they threw away their inhibitions out of the window and enjoyed themselves.

From the door to the living room, Stefan removed her shirt first and fondled her chest. From the living room to the kitchen, he removed her long skirt and ate her first, leaving hickeys on her inner thighs and her fair ankles. Surely, Cayenne won’t be able to wear shorts anymore. The previous hickeys haven’t faded and he left another batch on her.

Lastly, they made their way back to the bedroom and had the best time of their life while the food was waiting for them.

Food: Do you still need me?