Maeva woke up well after 8 o’clock in the evening. She looked around. The dogs were sleeping with each other on their King pillow. She knew they had been taken care of. When Sky was absent, Victor and Yvonne always took care of the dogs’ needs. Maeva would just have the fun of petting them or playing with them. She noticed the mutt had been washed and groomed. She was snow white and fluffy looking like a snowball instead of a rat. She smiled thinking of the dog when it was being washed. A chubby little pink pig. She knew she should get something to eat but, she was so comfortable. All of a sudden, Dogo’s ears perked up, then Mihikin’s head was up looking at the entrance. Last was the mutt that was to first to get up and start barking. Her chair gave a view of the front lawn, and a high cedar hedge fenced the left. She could not see the driveway but did see a light appear. She waited, wondering who it was. Could it be Sky? Or maybe Joe came back, but why would he come here? He home was closer to London. The dogs started wagging their tails, running around and going to the porch. It must be Sky, she thought. And then, he was in front of her, as if he had never left. He brough the fresh air with him and went to her eagerly taking her in his arms, bent down to kiss her passionately. He then took her face in his hands and kissed her all over her face, licking her tears at the same time.
 
“Heu, hey. Stop that. I feel all wet now.”, she said laughing, crying and putting her hands around his neck bringing him to her for more kisses. Abruptly, he stopped. Looked down and softly placed his hand on her belly. It was much rounder then when he left. He looked at her with a huge smile and bent down putting his head on her belly, listening, feeling, trying to feel something from his baby. He held her in place putting crudely both hands on each side of her buttocks. She laughed, so happy to have him back. At this precise moment, she felt like she should never let him go again. That was a dangerous thought. It could never be.

He quickly took his coat and boots off, petted the dogs that were craving for his attention, and brought her directly into the bedroom.
 
“I need a shower.”, he said in between kisses. “Want to join me Mrs. Hawthorne?”, he got off the bed and headed for the bathroom shedding his clothes of as he went. First the shirt, then the pants jumping around on one foot then the other. For a minute he was left with only his socks on. He stopped and looked down.
 
“Silly me.”, he said taking his socks off. He smiled the most beautiful smile and hopped in. he pocked his head out. “Not joining me?”, his head went back in.
 
Maeva got up, took her clothes of, looked at herself in the mirror and, knowing he would see her like this one day or another, she went to him. Her breasts were much larger; her areolas were dark and seemed to have enlarged. Her hips were wider and rounder, so was her belly. She was putting on weight and didn’t like it. She knew he would notice, he always noticed any little change in her. He was washing his hair when she came in. He took the soap out of his face and looked at her.
 
“Maeva, you are such a beautiful sight.”, he pushed her away a little so he could see all her body. “ So that is a pregnant woman I have in my shower. Wow. I am so blessed. I can’t believe this transformation.”, he exclaimed, truly in awe. He bent down and kissed her breasts, licked her nipple and slightly suck on it. He bent down and, with water running down his face from the rain shower, he kissed down her belly slowly getting to her vulva. It was red and swollen with hormones. He tenderly licked her clit and gently massaging the inside of her vagina with his fingers, he continued licking her slowly, softly. He heard her moan in delight. Felt her shudder uncontrollably and knew he had achieved his goal. He got up, his penis hard and swollen from excitement.
 
“How can we do this without hurting the baby?”, he asked whispering in her ear. She turned her body around and bent down a little, holding herself on the wall. He came from behind her and entered her ever so softly. He was so tender and careful. Too careful. She pulled him into her deeper and started to move rhythmically following his movements. It didn’t take long for him to come. He bent down on her, taking her back up with him and kept his hands on her belly. They stayed this way, the hot water falling over them as a rain shower. When she felt him slip out of her, she turned towards him and placed her head on his chest. Moment later, they were laying down facing each other.
 
“How I have missed you. I can’t believe I am finally home with you. I have longed so much for this moment.”, he said caressing her face softly. “I love you.”, he said kissing her tenderly. “ I can’t imagine how it was like for you, not knowing what was happening.”
 
“It was terrible. Really. And I tried to find out. I usually call Jess and she keeps me on the loop of things. This time, she was abrupt and unkind. Almost sarcastic. Do you know why?”, asked Maeva. Sky took a long breath and started to tell her all that happened while he was on location.
 
“She was surely upset because I was upset at her. I wanted her to find a way to contact you, or at least Joe. But she was also under the NDA slapped on us by the production company.”, he placed his arm and hand to prop his head up a little and continued. “While we were filming, the camera man collapsed. When they got the paramedics in and they tried to lift him, a lot of blood was pooled under him. It seemed he was knifed in the back a few times. He was still breathing so they brought him to the hospital, but the police officers who had followed the ambulance and came in with them, quickly took pictures and stopped anyone from leaving the scene. Everyone. I was in the scene being filmed and right in front of the camera at the time. With the lights and all the crew around, I didn’t notice anything but suddenly, the director yelling “Cut”, and then the screams and chaos started. I started to step forward, and I heard someone yell “Nobody move”. It was the police. So, I am basically not involved but for the fact that I could have witnessed something. But I couldn’t see anything. Gerald, the cameraman passed away the next day. He was a skilled cinematographer. He was also a friend. Well, it became a homicide investigation. The police asked for everyone to stay put, for all communications to be cut and, for us all to remain isolated until the questioned everyone individually. Oh, also, no knife was found on the scene. I was interviewed twice because of my closeness with Gerald. I made my deposition the first time and signed it. They came back a few days after and asked similar questions. I think they wanted to see if I would give the same answers.”, he ended. He looked at Maeva, red eyed. “I can’t believe he is gone. We were all sure he was going to make it. It seemed so trivial.”, he closed his eyes. It was Maeva’s turn to take him into her arms. She stroked his wet curls. His hair was short. She also noticed he was clean-shaved and in great shape. She didn’t say anything wanting to respect his grief. After a few minutes, his breathing became more profound and regular. She smiled understanding he had fallen asleep in her arms. She was hungry, really hungry, but she felt so content, so relieved that he was home that she too closed her eyes. Sleep wasn’t far for her either.
 
 
She woke up hearing noises from outside the bedroom. Sky was not in bed anymore. She looked at the time. She got up to go pee and felt nauseous. She remembered she hadn’t eaten anything for supper. She did her business and then got some leggings and t-shirt on and went to the kitchen. She was sure that were he was. And she was right. He was behind the counter munching on something and had a shake in his hand. They both smiled at each other.
 
“ I knew I would find you here. I am also famished.”, she said going to the fridge.
 
“Tell me you didn’t skip supper?”, he said surprised.
 
“Yes. I did. I was too tired and too comfortable.”, she said her head in the fridge.
 
“I am afraid I ate the plate Yvonne had left for you.”, he said wide-eyed. “I am so sorry. Let me make you something. Eggs? Oh, I know. One of my favorite omelets?”, he proposed. She was hesitating. “Come on Maeva. Let me take care of you, please.”, he pleaded.
 
“OK. OK, a cheese omelet with three eggs and a huge salad! Oh, and a vanilla ice cream shake.”, she smiled.
 
“Oh, OK. A challenge. That’s good I like challenges.”, and he got the ingredients out of the fridge and started working on her requests as she sat on the other side of the island watching him.
 
“Do you think you could get me something right away? I think I will fall soon.”. Maeva didn’t feel so good. Sky quickly gave her some organic crackers and a few raw carrots. He poured a glass of almond milk and ask her to drink some right away. He watched her while he continued to prepare her meal. “Thank you.”, she said. Even if I love to watch you, I think I will do it from the recliner, OK?”, she said as she was walking carefully to the chair. Sky kept his eye on her. He had never seen her looking so ashen and unsteady on her feet. She seemed relieved and she looked a little better once she was sitting. She turned the chair around to face him. He smiled at her, still worried, but he knew he had to feed her quickly.
 
Maeva truly enjoyed watching him. She fully understood what woman called “Eye Candy”. That man was so wonderful to look at… and he was hers. She still could not believe. She put her hand on her belly, rubbing it all while looking at the one who had made that baby with her. Her heart was content. She thought some more about what Joe said about Sky. She didn’t think he lied, but she would want to hear the stories from Sky. What if it was just rumors? Or if it was true, did what happened in the past matter to her?
 
“A penny for your thoughts?”, Sky said from behind the island. She had not realized he was looking at her.
 
“You caught me. I am thinking about somebody else.”, she smiled, looking at him from under her doe eyes. Sky acted upset.
 
“Who? Who is that man?”, quick to assume she was referring to a man. “Will I need to have a duel? I hope I don’t die.”, Sky acted it out but in an exaggerated manner. Maeva laughed and patted her belly.
 
“I am thinking of someone, but I don’t know the gender.”, she smiled at him. “Sky? What would you do if your child was from the LGBTQ+ community?”, she waited for his answer. Sky didn’t see that coming, so he took his time to think about it, while finishing up her meal.
 
“Well, I would be OK with it. I would support her or him or her/him! There is nothing else to do, right? But I don’t think I would be the militant or advocating type of parent. I think you know I am weirdly prude about sex, genital parts and that sort of thing. What about you?”, he asked curious.
 
“I am fine with it. I am sure I would need to adapt to the situation. It is not a world I know much about. Whatever that child wants to be, I will love him unconditionally, like I love you. He is a part of you and me, after all. I cannot understand how someone can reject a part of themselves. “.
 
“Do you want to eat here? there?”, he asked her, already setting the plates in a tray. She laughed.
 
“You know me too well.”, she said looking at the tray he set on her thighs. She saw he was looking for a lap table. “It is fine like this my love. I am fine just like this.”, she gobbled up the omelet, like she had not eaten in a week. His cooking was exquisite. He had added sliced almonds, pumpkin seeds and apples to the salad and the vinaigrette was simply balsamic and olive oil. A delight. She tasted the shake.
 
“Did you put real stick vanilla in here? And a few grains of coffee?” she asked in awe.
 
“I think I might have. It is to your liking my wife?”, he said.
 
“I love it. You prepare me one everyday!”, she licked her lips. “It is so tasty.”.
 
“Your wish is my command, Milady?”, he took the tray from her. She was still drinking her shake. Her hair was still wet from the shower. It was unruly and wavy with curls. That was how he liked her hair best.
 
“Did you do anything to your hair, Maeva? It seems so white, it shines?”, he approached her and took a strand of her hair in his hand. He sat down at her feet, still twirling the strand, smelling it as he did so.
 
“No, did not. Why would I? Anyway, it would be the time to put any color dye or color enhancing product. It is not great for the baby.”, she put her head on his head. Maeva was not a small woman. With her 170 cm, she always looked elegant and never overweight, just voluptuous. She had long shapely legs and good thighs. Sky was taken by them. He also loved big breasted women. As for Maeva, he didn’t think they could get bigger.
“What are you looking at Mr. Hawthorne? Could you be so rude as to look at my décolté[1]?”, she said as he was putting his fingers on the top of her breasts showing from the V line shirt.
 
“Don’t forget I have been in isolation and far away from you for too long. And I am amazed by the changes to your body. It is quite exciting.”, he turned red. She went to meet his lips. He got up on his knees and embraced her, kneeling. “I am afraid I am hard again. I think a cold shower would do me good.”, he got up to leave but she caught his hand, pulled him to her, slid her hand on his perfect glutes and rubbed her face on the bulge in his pants. He inhaled loudly, surprised. 


“I am so relieved to have you home, so thankful that you are my husband, I need you, I love you.”, she said this as she was undoing his belt, his jeans snap and pulling down hid zipper. His penis jumped at her through the opening in his shorts that got so extended, they couldn’t keep it in any longer. She put her face in him smelling his scent. With her hand, she traced the hair line that went from his pubis to his navel and came back down playfully. He gasped with excitement. He gently put his hands on her head, not to guide her, but to caress her. This was one of the many things she loved from him. His lack of demand, of expectation, of force during oral sex. He was always thoughtful, and aware of her needs, her space, and she felt respected. She took him in her mouth completely. He was huge. It was a bit of a struggle, but she loved how it made him feel. She could feel him quiver. She could sense every little physical reaction, in his body. She also felt more than powerful. It felt good to be able to give so much pleasure. To her surprise, he ejaculated quickly in strong spurts. She felt them hit the back of her throat.
 
“Oh, bloody hell…”, he let go of himself and leaned on her for a few minutes, out of breath. “You emptied me. What did you do to me, you beautiful witch.”, and he started laughing. “What a release. I think I need to lay down. I can’t pick you up. It is good the bedroom is not far. Come on.”, she brought her shake with her and followed him. He undressed. So did she. He laid back the fluffy duvet and cotton flat sheets. They both laid supine in bed, quietly.
 
“Sky?”
 
“Yes, my love?”, he said mumbling. “You never told me the part about your life after you got into acting. Do you think you can tell me now?”, she asked softly. He turned towards her, on his side.
 
“I will, sure, yea. Can we do this tomorrow? I am afraid I will fall asleep mid-sentence.”, he said tracing her nose with his finger. It was dark in the room, but he could see her eye whites shining. Pure black irises, like he had never seen before. Doe eyes. Lovely, beautiful Maeva. She smiled, pushed herself up a little and put her arms around him, his head leaning on her breasts. He kissed them, closed his eyes and he was asleep in less than a second. She stroked his hair. He mumbled something, and moved even closer to her, putting his leg on her. She stayed there feeling his hair on her chin, smelling his manly smell. She fell asleep softly, dreaming of forever happiness.
 
[1] In French, a décolté means a deep V line in the top of a dress showing more breasts than was savoury.