Alaria:
“Do you want to eat something?” I asked Ashton whose eyes were fixed on me for a moment.
“I am not very hungry, mama.” He said, making me frown. His eyes were bloodshot red, and I knew for fact that it wasn’t lack of sleep. I put my hand on his forehead and frowned when I felt how hot his head was.
“Hmm, you have a fever.” I said, lifting my son in my arms. I knew to stay quiet, not wanting to worry him. I put him on his bed before taking his shirt off as I brought over his ointment.
Enzo walked inside the room, clearly sensing his son’s distress and shook his head in question at the sight.
“He has a fever. He is going to need to get some medicine, but I want to rub this ointment to help him relax. His muscles would most likely be aching, it is one of the reasons why I want to be sure to relax them.” I said, and he nodded.
“Do you have the medicine or do you need me to send the men?” Enzo asked, putting his hand on Ashton’s forehead. “Can you please help me take it out from my first drawer. There’s a black small bag, you’d find the medicine there.” I said, and he nodded. He did as told, and when he opened the bag, the man froze for a moment before shaking his head and pulling the medicine out of the bag to hand to me. Along with it was a picture of the two of us being together.
It was the first picture that we took when we were making things official between us as a husband and wife. An old memory that I held onto.
He didn’t say a word, but his eyes spoke louder than his words would, and it took me a moment to snap myself out of my daze as I turned to my ill son.
“Ashton, baby, can you at least eat the biscuits that you like? I know that you are tired but mama can’t give you any medicine without food. You are going to need to get something to eat, no matter how light.” I said, running my finger through his hair.
“I don’t want to, mama.” He said, and Enzo raised an eyebrow.
“Now, now, how would my boy be healing and growing strong to protect his mama if he doesn’t eat?” Enzo asked, his voice more gentle than it has ever been as he spoke to our boy. I looked at him, thankful for what he was doing, and he smiled. “A bite is not going to be too hard, and it would make your mom happy too.”
He looked at his father for a moment before nodding, choosing to give in. Enzo sat on the edge of the bed behind me, and put a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it gently. “I’ll watch over him, you go and get him what he needs.”
“Thank you,” I said. He leaned in, taking me by surprise, before he kissed my shoulder gently.
“You’re welcome.” He whispered.
I got up and walked toward the dressing room where I kept his favorite snacks. The last thing that I would do is allow him to have too many of them, and sometimes that meant that hiding them would be the better option. Especially when I knew that he could have a habit of trying to sneak them out.
I opened the carton and handed him one piece, watching as he nibbled on it. As long as he kept it in his stomach, I knew that we were good. I didn’t want him to vomit, at this point, this was the last thing that I needed when I knew that I couldn’t take him to a hospital and that the pack infirmary team chose to find their way out of the pack.
I wouldn’t trust them even if they were here at this point.
“I don’t want to eat more, mama.” He said, and I took a deep breath. I nodded, calming myself down, knowing not to force him. He knew what he would be able to digest right now, but I knew that the medicine would be too strong for him.
“Alright, baby.” I said, and Enzo frowned in confusion.
“Alaria…”
“I know what to do.” I said, getting up from the bed. I walked to the bathroom and stripped off my shirt, staying in my bra and shorts. It was a habit that he had when he was too ill, and the first thing that I was going to have to do right now was help him sweat the fever out.
I turned on the water tap and filled the tub, watching as the bathroom steamed up before walking out of the bathroom. Enzo looked at me with wide eyes, and I shook my head before lifting my son in my arms, not paying the man any mind.
“Alaria, what are you going to do?” He asked, following me inside the already steamed toilet.
“Remember when you were sick once. You refused to each, much like he is now, and wouldn’t go to the hospital as you didn’t want anyone to know that you were sick. Our enemies were plenty at the time. I filled the tub with hot water and steamed the bathroom.” I said, and he nodded.
“I don’t even know how you had the strength to help me stand alongside Leo. But I remember sitting on the floor beside the tub. You stayed beside me for an hour, helping me out before you cooled the water down and helped me shower. It was the first time that you did that.” He said, and I nodded.
“I was your wife, and today, it is my son.” I said, and he nodded. “It is going to be a long day, it seems. We need to be ready for it…”
Enzo:
“We finally managed to drop that fever.” I said, putting my shirt back on.
I watched as Alaria put her shirt back on before she nodded as she looked at Ashton.
“I need a shower, I swear.” She said, pinching the bridge of her nose. I chuckled, and nodded.
“The two of us do, I have to admit that much. But it was worth it, at least he saw the two of us by his side and he knew that he wasn’t alone.” I said, and she nodded. “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”
“I’m fine. It’s just the steam and the long day. Not to mention the fact that the two of us still have a lot to worry about. Then we have to be dealing with…”
I stood, leaning in toward her, not saying a word for a moment before stopping just over her lips. She didn’t say a word for a moment, and I slowly wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me.
“How about you worry about a shower instead of all of this?” I whispered, my hot breath hitting her face.
“We are in the room, with Ashton, and you are…”
“I doubt that he would be seeing us,” I whispered, stopping her before lowering my hands to her lower waist. I lifted her in my arms, and she wrapped her legs around my waist involuntarily. I walked to the bathroom, and though she said nothing, she kept her eyes on mine. “And in the bathroom, he is not going to be hearing us either.”
“He would be alone.” I said, and she bit her bottom lip before I leaned in, connecting my lips with hers.
“Fill the tub, I’ll be back in a minute.” I said, taking a step back. I opened the bedroom door and nodded at the maids to come inside. “Keep an eye on Ashton.”
They nodded and I walked to Alaria who was leaning against the bathtub, filling the tub. She didn’t say a word for a moment, and I couldn’t help but find myself growing more attracted to her as she turned to face me.
“Your tub is filled,” she said, turning to the door that led to her bedroom. “I can assume that you would know how to take your own shower?”
I wrapped my hand around her arm, pulling her back toward me. Our eyes met, and I ran my finger over her arm, down toward her hand.
“I believe that you know very well that us taking a shower together is going to save us water. Plus, I think that we both know that you need it too.” I said, and she bit her bottom lip. I leaned in, not allowing her a second thought, before connecting my lips with hers. My hands slid down her body, and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips as we both pulled away to breathe.
“You’re far too dressed for a bath.”
“And so are you,” she said, and I took a deep breath. I took a step back before taking my shirt off. I kept my eyes on hers for a moment, allowing her to step back if she wanted to. She didn’t move, and lowering my hand to the hem of her shirt, I slowly took it off her body, dropping it beside her.
She went to cover herself, but I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to my chest as I connected my lips with hers. She smiled into the kiss, and it wasn’t until I unclipped her bra that she pulled away to look me in the eye.
“Enzo..”
“I will stop if you want me to.” I whispered, resting my forehead against hers.
“I haven’t been…” she stopped herself as she gulped. “Since we got our divorce, I haven’t been touched…”
I kissed her forehead, letting my lips linger there for a moment before kissing leaning down to kiss her nose, then her lips. She smiled into the kiss, and I couldn’t help the small smile that formed on my lips before I felt her lowering her hand to my jeans as she went to undo my belt.
“I’ll only take you as far as you want me to.” I had to admit, I couldn’t help but find myself valuing that I was the firs to touch her, and the ONLY one to do so. Even after our divorce, the fact that she hasn’t been touched by another man was something that I couldn’t help but love.
Our eyes met and I ran my finger down her body before slowly sliding her shorts and panties down her legs. Our eyes were fixed on one another, and I gave her a moment to allow herself to digest what was going on, not wanting her to feel forced. And when her hands fiddled with my belt, I smiled and kissed her slowly, giving her the time to work it off. She undid my button, and zipper before pulling away, watching as I stripped myself off my clothes.
She blushed at the sight of my cock hitting my abdomen, and that was when I allowed myself to admire her body. “You haven’t lost any inches over the few years that we’ve been away from one another.” She said, making me smirk. “Well, if I am not mistaken here, it seems that it is you whose grown far more beautiful over the years. And not to mention, a lot more edible.” I teased, turning her around. I kissed her neck as her bum brushed over my hard cock. She put her had on my stomach, feeling my abs behind her, and I let out a low growl before turning her around.
I lifted her in my arms, and she was quick to wrap her legs around my torso as I pulled her to the bathtub.
I set her to stand as I got inside, and I couldn’t help but smile when she watched me sit down before she sat, leaning her back against it for a moment, keeping her eyes on mine.
“Vanilla?” I asked, looking at the bubbles around us.
“Mixed with coconut.” She said, smiling back at me.
“Just like old times…”