HIS SWEET REVENGE

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

Celine’s POV

A hand touches my protruding belly as I sit in front of the dresser, trying to get my makeup done before we leave for the party.

Today is the company’s anniversary and also Bryan’s birthday. I have planned a surprise birthday party for him and I hope it goes well.

Just like he accused me the other day, I have never seen him celebrate his birthday either. Mine was better. I only stopped celebrating my birthday after that night and the absence of my best friend was also a factor.

Before the year when I got married to him, I used to celebrate my birthday, no matter how little it was. When I was in preschool, my father would buy me a lot of things to take to school and share with my classmates for my birthday, and at night, we usually ate out whenever anyone was celebrating his or her birthday.

While growing up, things changed and when I became an adult and an orphan, I celebrated my birthday on my own, as a reminder of how life used to be and as a remembrance of my parents.

Then my friend came along and we usually spent the day together and sometimes, we went out to have fun.

I am curious to know why Bryan does not celebrate his birthdays too. I would have loved to ask him right away because I know he is the one rubbing his hands over my belly, even though I can’t see his face but I can’t ask him now.

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“You better show your face wherever you are hiding. You know how hard I find it very hard to turn my head these days”, I say to him, after putting on a little lip gloss on my lips to complete my makeup.

As I begin to arrange the kit back in place, his breath fans my face from nowhere and I still can’t see his face. His two hands are on my big belly now.

“Why is that?” He asks me and I know instantly that he must be hiding behind the wooden chair I am sitting on.

“Why is what?” I ask him, confusion skating my expression.

“Why can’t you turn your head?” The voice comes close now and his face appears in the mirror as he hugs me from behind.

I smile and keep quiet. Bryan is just pretending not to know what I am talking about and I won’t repeat myself.

He is responsible. He filled me up with this pregnancy and I haven’t been unable to turn my head abruptly the way I would have done months ago before I became heavy. I can barely do any work at home either. All I do is eat, sleep, watch movies, and bawl my eyes out.

Jason’s pregnancy wasn’t this way, probably because I had no one to take care of me or lean on. Sometimes, when I remember any bad event or one of those days when Bryan and I were still on each other’s neck, I cry and he is always there to pacify me

The first day I did that was when I was five months old. I was crying hysterically and Camilla couldn’t console me. She called Bryan and he came running home.

He did the trick. I have no idea how he does it but his presence alone is assuring. I don’t know if I am scared that he will be the one to run away this time and not me. I have no idea how I always end up crying only to wake up the next month in high spirits.

Bryan drags the chair backward and helps me up before spinning me around to face him. My belly hits his stomach, serving as a big obstacle to getting closer and hugging him tightly.

A smile teases his lips and I raise a brow. “You have no idea how beautiful you look”, he compliments and I roll my eyes.

Even when I am not wearing makeup, he always tells me that and I wonder if make- up is really necessary sometimes. He compliments me all the time and it doesn’t cease to amaze me all the time.

It feels good indeed and I love the compliments. I always make an effort to look good nonetheless. But to Bryan, I always look good even when I am stark naked in front of him.

That reminds me of the hot sex we had last night. He is damn good at satisfying a woman and he doesn’t stop confessing his love for me while we make love.

This is something that always pushes me over the edge and makes me lose control.

The way he usually says. “I f***ing love you, Celine.” is a turn-on for me and the way he says he loves me while pumping himself into me is a pathway to reaching climax.

God!

Bryan is just too good in bed and behavior now. He is no longer the Bryan I used to know. He is a changed man now and his good side is sweet.

When he pecks my lips, I wish we can have a replay of last night. It was a passionate one. It was heavenly despite how big my stomach is but it isn’t an obstacle whenever we are bent on having sex.

“Don’t I look good too?” He pouts and lets me go. He stands with arms akimbo and I laugh, facepalming myself before he can see the blush creeping slowly to my face. I will be as red as a tomato in a few minutes.

This is because I am aroused by this single act.

Gosh!

Bryan will be the death of me.

“You look handsome as always, even though you are not fully dressed”, I drop my hands eventually and blurt out what he likes to hear.

“Yeah”, his hand is back on my shoulder. “I will put on my suit now so we can go since you are also ready.”

“Please do that and let’s go”, I begin to push him away towards his closet. “We are already running late.”

Sitting and standing seem very difficult these past few days so I try not to sit when I know it won’t be too long. Standing up from a seat I have been sitting on for just a minute is exhausting so I plan to stand till Bryan is fully dressed, then we can go out together.

I let go of him as he grabs his suit and comb his hair after rubbing the hair lotion.

He looks dashing.

Remembering that I haven’t checked on Jason to know if he is also ready, I turn around to go out.

“Sweetheart, please come downstairs with my handbag. I need to check on Jason”, I say to Bryan as I walk slowly to the door.

“Yes, milady”, he replies and I smile.

I think I hit my leg without knowing because a pain suddenly shoots through my leg upward and I scream.

Bryan rushes to me immediately and grabs me before I can lower myself to the floor.

“Celine?!” He calls with a worrisome look on his face as he checks out all parts of my body. “What the hell happened?”

I am still screaming. I can’t tell him what happened because I don’t know either. All I know is that I am in pain.

Carefully, he picks me up carefully and walks slowly to the bed. He drops me on the bed and climbs in beside me, checking my body for signs.

It takes a while for me to recognize what this is. At first, I thought I hit my leg on something which I have been doing these past weeks. My clumsiness has increased tenfold.

When I feel a movement in my stomach, I know instantly that the company’s anniversary party and Bryan’s surprise birthday party won’t be possible because our twins are on their way to the world.

I am expecting two babies. I guess this is why I am this big. The scan revealed that I am going to have a boy and a girl and I have been super excited to welcome them to the world.

Bryan’s joy knows no bounds. I never expected him to be that happy about having a child. Not all men want children but Bryan is different. Even after getting to know that we are going to have two more kids, he told me he would love us to have twins again and I told him no.

The pain is excruciating. It is unbearable. I am done with childbirth after these babies are welcome to the world.

“Celine”, he scrambles out of bed and rushes back again, looking confused on what to do. I thought he was going to call Camilla but he is still in the room, going back and forth. “What is wrong?”

“Don’t be stupid, can’t you see I am in labor?” I shout at him with all my strength.

Reality crashes upon him and his eyes grow large before he jumps up and rushes to the dresser to get my bag.

He helps me down from the bed and we walk to the door while I continue shouting.

This is it!

My babies will be out today. Bryan is not the only excited one. I am excited too but the pain has overridden my excitement.

In fact, I am damn nervous. Anxious to bring them to the world and to carry them in my arms to see how beautiful and handsome they would look.

Jason took after his father’s eyes and I hope the girl in me will look exactly like me.

The thought of conceiving again is tempting. Every stage of pregnancy is beautiful up till this moment when you try to push back your nervousness and welcome your baby to the world.

Every stage comes with joy. The thought of having a human in you. The thought of watching them grow.

They are all overwhelming. But I won’t give birth again.

We plan to name these babies sweet names.

The girl is going to be Brenda while the boy is going to be Brandon.

If Bryan wants more children, I will tell him to get pregnant instead and go through the same pain I went through when I had Jason and now that I am about to have the first twins in the family.

I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I tell him that. That will be my sweet revenge.

But I will give him a deep kiss afterward so he won’t pass out in fear of going through as much pain as I am going through right now.

His bitter revenge. My sweet revenge brought us together. I love him and he loves me too.

And we will be together till death do us part!

THE END!