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resetmypatientviolence · 5 years ago

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Control (Drake x MC) [M]

Pairing: Drake x Jaela

Word Count: 8,178

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, Sex

Song Accompaniment: Motivation-- Normani

Description: With weeks of meetings and morning sickness with the royal heir, it’s been a while since Jaela and Drake have had time as a couple. But when their schedules line up and Jaela hopes this little heir can stay calm for a moment... it’s time to show Drake whose in control.

Author Note: Happy Thirsty Thursday and FINALLY some goddman new material from me. I hope y’all like it! Nothing too crazy, but Drake likes those handcuffs....

Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/drakewalkerwhippedMasterlist is found on my blog bio.

“You know,” Drake says, leaning on the bathroom doorframe while Jaela brushes her teeth after the latest bout of morning sickness. She turns, surveying him with a raised eyebrow. “This is the first day that… our schedules actually line up, Abdi.”

There’s something… silky smooth and husky to his voice all at once, making her stomach turn. Not from the royal heir… but… his meaning isn’t lost on her. Jaela turns, spits out the toothpaste and rinses her mouth, Drake coming behind her. His calloused—still—hands come to her hips, fingers slipping under the bottom of tank-top on her so hot skin. It sends shivers down her spine, and even more so when his hips press flush to hers, his excitement at what could happen evident.

But, Jaela glances at her watch. They’ll be late. Yet… she meets his eyes in the mirror, a smirk on her lips. “We’re going to be late, Drake.”

“I know,” he chuckles, lips ghosting across her skin, sending a trail of fire wherever they offer the lightest of touches. He brings her hips back and she grinds her ass against him, biting her lower lip. The familiar—and much missed—heat flares low in her abdomen, warm and tempting, fire in Drake’s eyes. “Why not a little bit of some--”

But, he’s cut off, Jaela breaking free from his sensual hold to kneel over the toilet, the wave of nausea striking her faster than a bolt of lightning. Drake holds back her hair and rubs her back, murmuring quietly to her, the deep longing and need for her body gone. Instead, it’s the comforting, kind, and so very patient father to be that Jaela’s grown accustomed to over the past thirteen weeks.

Nothing really comes up, but Jaela groans, head in hands when its passed, allowing her to breathe for a moment. “So… that kinda killed the moment….”

Drake kneels himself and chuckles, wrapping his arms around her body, hands resting on the stomach that’s just starting to grow. “Well… maybe not right now but…” He kisses her cheek and Jaela giggles at the way his stubble feels against her. “We have meetings together… you don’t have any late-night ones… I don’t….”

“And I don’t have to even have to face another day of the paps trying to get a picture of me and see if there’s a bump…”

Drake smiles, nuzzling her, hands tightening around the small bump that’s formed. Easy enough to hide when she doesn’t want to deal with the press yelling at her to see the evidence of her pregnancy, or to turn on the news and hear the speculation over her latest outfit and what it shows or doesn’t. No public engagements today. “Who would have thought we’d be so busy. You’d think we’d always be together, being the parents of the royal heir…”

Jaela laughs, hands falling over his. Together, they squeeze. “Mm… well, right now I don’t have to waddle around and can do everything. I’m sure once I start showing… we’ll have to be together and put on those smiling faces. But for now… we’re just busy… and I can’t stop puking…”

“But…” His hand slides down… down… every second feeling like an eternity, his trail blazing—then bursting into a ball of warmth when two fingers press over her clit, the fabric between feeling like nothing as he circles, slowly. She gasps, voice caught in her throat. It’s been far too long. “Tonight… we actually have time to spend together, Abdi.”

She’s about to tell him to wait, stay—they have time, they can be late—but he kisses her cheek and stands, stretching, leaving her panting. “You—”

“Like you said… we’ll be late,” he says with a wink, stepping out of the bathroom. “Besides,” he adds, popping his head in the doorway, Jaela glaring at him now that the waves and tease of pleasure subsided—but only in the slightest. “Didn’t you say we have some meetings together? Should be fun.”

The wink he offers and his grin tells Jaela all she needs to know, the familiar warmth and ideas of sneaking away running through her head. “Fine…” she finally says, getting up on shaky legs. “I’m holding you to that promise, Walker. And no using fucking me in a closet as an excuse to not make tonight happen in our bed. You better not be rusty.”

Drake laughs, putting on a shirt. “Do you have that little faith in me, Abdi? Do you really think I’d refuse to make love to my wife as many times as I can in a day? Bush league.”

Jaela rolls her eyes, waving him away, and goes back to the sink to brush her teeth… again.

Yet, as she brushes, there’s a sparkle in her eye—and a burning desire coursing throughout her veins, ready for the day—and night—to come. After all, it’s been weeks due to their schedules, the fact that she certainly didn’t want Drake to even think of touching her with how shitty she’s felt… and well, their little royal heir certainly isn’t making the times she wants to make love easy with well-placed waves of nausea, leaving Drake to handle himself.

That said, when Jaela gets dressed, she makes sure she highlights her breasts just right in her top.

Yes, she’s the Champion of the Realm and the head of the Royal Council… but god, if Jaela has to hear Godfrey drone on for another minute about taxation of apples, she’s about to fall asleep and not be sorry for it one bit. She blinks slowly, hand in chin, seeing two of him.

“If we propose a two-cent tax increase on our apple exports….”

Godfrey’s voice fades away… but not because she’s asleep. No, this is much better.

Drake’s hand falls on her thigh, squeezing it. Godfrey’s words disappear, Jaela electrified by Drake’s touch. Out of the corner of her eye, she notes his smirk, the quiet laughter contained in a single breath. He draws his finger along the edge of her pencil skirt, slipping the tip of his finger under it, shocks doing laps throughout her body.

After another few seconds, Drake pushes up her skirt—just a bit—fingers brushing against her inner thigh. He’s far from his goal, but it’s enough to make her jump in her seat, thighs untouched like that for so long. For a second, Godfrey’s eyes linger on her, but then he continues talking about apple exports—but she doesn’t hear a word, Drake’s hand moving higher, offering her thigh a squeeze and brush of his fingers, making a perfect circle with each deliberate motion.

Jaela bites her lower lip, looking ahead. Hana offers an eyebrow quirk, glancing between the two of them, understanding in her expression. Jaela’s face warms (though, this certainly… isn’t the first time they’ve played this game), and she tries to reign in her excitement, hands clasped together, shooting Drake a warning look.

Yet, he only smirks more. Of course he wouldn’t stop. She knew this. It would pointless, really. Well, she tried. Jaela tightens her jaw, trying to keep the sounds of anticipation for pleasure under wraps, letting Godfrey drone on, clearly the only one passionate about this subject.

Drake’s damning and tantalizing hand moves higher… higher… so damn close to where she’s the warmest, warm radiating out from her, the coil within her tightening further in on itself, ready to burst at the lightest touch from him. She gulps, hard as Drake’s hand pauses, warm against her inner thigh. His face is stone-cold, looking intently at Godfrey, but Jaela notes the slight pink flush to his cheeks that betray him in the slightest.

She snaps her attention back to Godfrey—good god she doesn’t ever want to think of him while she’s this worked up, but Drake forced her hand—and Drake lifts his fingers, ready to find their long-awaited purchase, black thong on for a reason—

“Oh--!” Jaela covers her mouth, but it’s too late.

“Yes, Duchess?” Godfrey asks, eyebrow raised, looking her up and down. “Is there something you’d like to add?”

What? She couldn’t help herself at the tiniest of touches Drake offered. It’s been a rough first trimester. She shakes her head and slowly lowers her hand. Drake removes his from her and clears his throat. “N-no,” Jaela says, crossing her legs. “I—I—just a bug flew by me. I was startled.”

Hana holds back her laughter, looking away. Godfrey narrows his eyes. “I didn’t see—”

“Got it!” Drake says, clapping his hands together, cheeks still pink. “So, uh… importing the apples…?”

“Exporting,” Godfrey sighs, irritated, rolling his eyes. “As I was saying…”

And Jaela returns to tuning him out, shooting a glance at Drake, eyes sparkling. Despite their almost slip-up, it only makes Jaela want him more… the anticipation almost too much to bear. In fact, fuck it. He’s horny. She’s horny. What’s stopping them?

“Oh—” Jaela stands, suddenly, then claps a hand over her mouth, other on her stomach. Godfrey grits his teeth.

“What is now, Duchess?”

“I—” Who said having notoriously bad morning sickness was a bad thing? It makes a believable cover. “I-I need to excuse myself,” she says, trying her best to sound sick. “Morning sickness—”

“For the love of…” Godfrey mumbles. “Go.”

“I’d better go with her,” Drake says, not missing a beat. Jaela fakes a heave and Godfrey winces. “Come on Jae…” Drake says with mock concern, the smile on the corners of his lips unmistakable. He places a hand on her back and escorts her out of the Royal Council chambers, the two in a clear hurry.

The palace hallways are empty—and they don’t want to wait—so Drake opens the nearest door, a closet, and pulls Jaela in, lips on each other as they shut the door, bumping into supplies. His lips taste like honey and smoke swirled together, just sweet enough, but not too much, heavy on hers. He kisses her hard, hiking one leg of hers around his waist and twisting his hand in her hair. “That wasn’t our most slick escape…” he says between kisses.

Jaela smiles against his lips, tongues flicking against the other. “But it worked. Now—”

She’s silenced with his kiss and a sharp hit against her ass. She grips his hair and tugs, hard, more than satisfied by the moan that Drake emits, breath hot against her mouth. Jaela bites down on his lower lip, silencing his moan and pulls him closer to her—if there is any space left—and trails her lips down his neck, the taste of him on her tongue, salty and familiar—god, she missed this.

His Adam’s Apple bobs as he throws his head back, lost to the feel of Jaela’s lips against his neck. “It’s been so long, Abdi…” Drake murmurs, rough hands sliding up her body. One slides back down to her ass, kneading the flesh over her tight skirt, hugging every curve. The other settles on her left breast. There’s some pain, a familiar soreness over the past few weeks, but Jaela embraces it, the sensation of his massaging making her nipples stiffen.

“Mm… who knew that this kid would already be interrupting our alone time…” Jaela whispers, but she doesn’t mind. Of course she doesn’t. She loves this child already.

But she also misses the way Drake pushes her against the wall and his lips simply devour her, like a man whose gone without food and water for weeks, drinking in everything about her: taste, feel, smell, her sounds, small moans as he kisses her and slips a hand under her shirt, over her lacy bra. His thumb brushes her stiff peak and she shivers, back arching against the wall at how the smallest of touches could make pleasure run from her nipple to her lower belly, warm and wanting more.

Jaela gasps, but Drake’s hot—so, so hot—mouth covers hers, only for a brief second—because it finds its way to her ear, tracing the shell before whispering, his breath a fiery prickle of pleasure in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you till you can’t walk, Abdi.”

If only words could make her orgasm—because that would, flashes of what he could do to her, what he’s done to her in closets and hidden spaces in the palace flash through her mind. Moment later, he’s kissing her again, starting to unbutton her top. Her stomach drops and rolls.

The first button undone and Jaela’s stomach twists again, and it has to be from anticipation—

Another button and her skirts pushed up to her mid-thigh, and there’s another turn of her stomach—

“Shit,” Jaela gasps and pushes Drake away. This isn’t from pleasure. It’s from—“I’m gonna be sick—”

There’s only a second to roll down her skirt before she darts out of the closet, Drake close behind her, hand over her mouth. The nausea is the strongest it’s ever been, and she swears there’s bile in her mouth. The halls are a blur as she runs past servants and guards, maybe a noble or two, she can’t see because she’s only focused on the upcoming bathroom—

A swift bump breaks her hyper focus on the bathroom and containing the vomit that comes up and onto Godfrey’s polished shoes. “What the—Duchess—”

Jaela looks up, wiping her mouth, into the furious face of Godfrey. Her cheeks warm, but not because of how Drake made her feel just a minute ago. Drake stands behind her, hands pushing back some of her hair. “Uh, she’s got sick again—”

Godfrey’s eyes look them up and down and he scowls, shaking off his shoes. “Next time you try to sneak off and shirk your duties for some needless pleasure, use the bathroom.” He stomps off, grumbling, and Jaela buttons back up her shirt, gulping the remnants of her vomit. It’s not pleasant, but she’s used to it by now, the taste barely phasing her.

“That was the most embarrassing thing of my life,” she sighs, looking down at the mess, lunch on the floor. Some passerby’s pale and scurry away, but her and Drake only look down at the mess, both used to Jaela’s latest… trick. “And on Godfrey no less…”

Drake kisses her cheek, hands lightly on her hips. “You don’t feel sorry.”

She doesn’t try to contain her smirk. “Not a bit.”

“I’ll get a mop from that closet…”

“And I’ll get back to work… after the bathroom.”

They part and Jaela sighs, the promise of a good old classic fuck in the palace closet dashed by the impeccable timing of their baby. Jaela shakes her head and rests her hand on the little bump, imagining that this kid is swimming with delight. “I agree, he’s an asshole and deserved that, little love, but can you at least calm down enough for your parents to cuddle tonight?”

Maybe her words will do something or maybe…

Thank god she made it to a bathroom in time, this time.

After the whole Godfrey incident, Jaela’s grateful that she didn’t need to leave her office for the rest of the day, meetings outside of her office non-existent, because she’s spending half of the time in the bathroom either throwing up water she just drank or hovering over the toilet wondering if the saltine crackers she had would make their grand appearance. It’s not fun—at all. She knew this royal heir would be a hassle (what baby isn’t?) but this early? Not that she isn’t grateful for this miracle of a baby but…

Really, she just wants to spend quiet time with Drake, to enjoy their last few months as a pair without any interruptions. Maybe that’s selfish of her... and she can’t be selfish anymore as a parent... but damn, he riled her the hell up and she wants to spend time in bed with him without worrying if she’s going to throw up on him. She’s certain it’s a kink he’ll never have. Or anybody, for that matter.

So, while Jaela stews in anger and sickness and she’s still fucking horny all afternoon... the sun falls and a rich twilight spreads across the land, city lights twinkling in the distance from the palace.

“Hey,” Drake says, popping in her office. Jaela looks up and a grin spreads across her face. Despite the flustered and angry mood she’s been in all day, he makes it go away just like that. And she hasn’t made a bathroom run in an hour. She shuts off her computer and hurries to him, meeting him in the middle of the room, arms wrapping around his neck, lips meeting each other without hesitation.

He chuckles against her lips, holding her close. “How are you feeling?” He asks when they part. “You taste minty.”

Jaela rolls her eyes and turns getting her purse and jacket, more than ready to go home. “I mean... what’s there to report? There’s a reason I’ve been in here all day.” She glances down and touches her stomach. It’s a small bump but she’s still on awe of it. Still though, she smiles, hand resting there as Drake takes her other hand and they walk together.

“I’m sorry you’re... not feeling well. Can’t help but think that some of that is my fault…”

Jaela chuckles and Drake follows, a fond smile on Jaela’s lips. “I mean… without you there wouldn’t be a little royal heir having the time of their life in here so…” He laughs fully, bumping her hip as they exit, their car already pulled up.

“Fair…. But we’ll have a nice dinner tonight and if you’re up to it…” The arch of his eyebrow is enough to send a spark down her spine and right to where it matters.

“Oh, I’m up for it, Walker. Morning sickness can’t last forever, right?”

It’s a weird dinner.

Weird because Jaela’s ready to pounce at any moment but Drake’s right. They should eat, she needs to eat, and then they need to wait and see if she’s in the clear—even though Jaela’s already in silk shorts and a tank-top that makes her breasts pop and she touched up her make-up, hair ready for him to pull and grip and stare at in awe when she rides his dick.

What?

It’s been a few weeks.

Her legs rest on his as they read in the living room. Well, she’s not reading, glancing up at Drake every few seconds while he absently rubs and brushes his fingers up and down her legs, never going too high… but high enough to make her thong wet, already. Yet, he doesn’t look, nose buried in a book.

She’s going to burst… and she gently taps his book with her foot, making it hit his nose. “Hey!” he jumps, but chestnut eyes glitter. “It was a good part—”

“Um… better than my pussy?”

His eyes widen in surprise and the works he wants to say get caught, but there’s excitement there, the twitch in his jeans evident enough. “… Nothing in the world is. So, uh—do you think—”

“Fuck yes.”

She’s pretty sure they’ve never ran that fast—not even when fighting Anton—but they beeline to the bedroom. They didn’t talk about what they planned to do, but somehow, they work as one, words unspoken as Jaela dips into the closet to change into that lingerie he loves so much, tits just a bit too tight—but nice to look at while Drake lights some candles, flicks on soft music, and turns off the lights, making the large bedroom cozy as can be, warm and inviting for his wife.

Jaela only pauses to catch her breath after she’s changed, looking herself over. She smirks, feeling… sexy, for the first time in forever. There’s been so little time to do this little number and to even feel the want to be pleasured by Drake during this pregnancy… that damn, it feels just nice to look and feel as sexy as he makes her feel even at her worse.

Slowly, Jaela peeks her head out to the warm, magical glow of the bedroom. Drake’s stripped down to his boxers and lays on the bed, propped up on an elbow, eyebrow raised. “You gonna come out of there…?”

“It’s just so…” Jaela steps out and takes in the candles—so much of it reminds her of their first time at the Homecoming Ball, the world coming together so perfectly before a near disaster—and for a moment, she forgets the goal they ached to achieve. Drake gulps across the room and then stands up, taking her hands. This pulls her out of her amazement at the sight. “It’s so… perfect… Drake….”

He walks back, bare feet padding softly on the carpet. Jaela follows, brown eyes warm as the candlelight that surrounds them, the rest of the world falling away to just the two of them in this room where so much love—and so much more to go—has occurred. “Only for you,” he breathes and sits on the bed. He releases her hands and sets them on her hips, pinkies dragging over the fabric. “I love you, Jae…”

“And I love you…”

At that, Jaela slides on his lap, straddling his hips. Soft hands come to his neck and cheek before her lips meet his—but when they do, god, it’s like they’re kissing for the first time in that study, passion, a rough tenderness, and love—one that was always there—bubbles up and into the kiss, Jaela lowering her hips to his, grinding against him, already hard as a rock for her. Somehow, even with all the puking, she still has it.

Drake pushes down on her hips as they kiss for minutes on end, guiding her grinding against him. Sometimes he slips a flinger in-between her legs to feel the slick fabric—and he shudders—but no, Jaela wants this slow, and she removes his hand, putting his back on her burning body. “Be good,” she whispers, kissing his neck.

“Yes ma’am…” Drake mutters and leans back, bringing her down to him, chest to chest. His hands slide to her ass and gives each cheek a firm squeeze before he drags his nails up from her ass to upper back. The music drifts in and out of Jaela’s conscience as they kiss, soft and hard, on the lips drifting down. She feels his firm body, taunt and tight, fingers brushing over his covered member.

God, she missed this.

Missed of it. All of him.

There was something about having real duties carrying the royal heir—but most importantly, their perfect baby—that took away their control of their lives. Yes, she wanted to help and make Cordonia better and she knew what a duchess would entail—but Drake’s the most important person in the world—she just wants to show him how much she loves him. How much she wants him. How much he means to her—but yet—

It all happens so fast. Drake’s making a move to unhook her bra, she’s biting his lower lip, tugging on it, ready to show him how much she wants him—but the next moment, she feels the familiar lurch, the one warning, and she gets off of him in a flash. She barely makes it, but she makes it, over the toilet and gagging, then feeling the familiar acid slide up and out of her.

This time though, there’s tears. Hot, hot tears that escape with her.

Drake, like the morning, is behind her, rubbing her back. He even kisses between her shoulder blades, offering words of love. “Do you need a washcloth? Anything… oh, oh Abdi… don’t cry…” But she cries, folding into his arms when the puke finally stopped.

“I-I just wanna—I just wanna be sexy for—and spend time—but I-I can’t s-stop being sick—” she hiccups. “I-I even wore this—and I can’t even use it—b-because I’m just sick—” He tries to speak, but she continues as he rocks her on the cool tile. “I-I’m not in control o-of anything… this pregnancy… I can’t sto-stop throwing up… all of these d-duties—”

At this, he pauses his gentle rocking, sucking in a breath. “I-I barely have time t-to spend with you, it’s been crazy since our wedding, Drake, not a-a chance to be husband and wife and—and—” White hot tears spill out as the confessions that she’s been bottling up escape, too. “And w-we really didn’t have a choice to have the heir, Drake, the HEIR—and once their born it’s gonna be all… all of these fucking rules and lessons—and I just wanted to enjoy our time b-before they’re here, and we-we don’t have any control bu-but I can’t even do that because I’m so sick and… and I just wanna be with you, Drake, n-not as a duchess and duke or parents yet… just… just us—we’re so good….”

For a few minutes there’s nothing but the sounds of her sobs dwindling as Drake rocks her, lips to the top of her head. Soon though, they stop and she basks in the warmth of his body. Finally though, he breaks the silence.

“Jaela… I… I understand exactly how you feel. That… that once this baby is born, our lives will change—change more than we planned for or can even expect. And… and yeah, we’re gonna lose that control.” There’s an edge of sorrow there, but it’s quickly gone as he tilts up her chin and looks in her eyes. “But you are the most beautiful woman to me. The most in-control person I’ve ever met. I don’t care if you throw up every day until they’re born. I’ll want you all the same and will wait until you can handle sex. That doesn’t matter. The only thing that does is you and your well-being. I’m not going anywhere, and I know that we’re going to make our child the most down to earth and kindest heir there is—and one that is in very much control of their life. So… let’s get some tea, we can cuddle—”

“No,” Jaela says, sitting up. Drake looks confused, hand resting on her exposed bump. He’s right. And also, fuck her sickness. She’s an expecting mom, but she’s still his wife—and she’s very much in control of how she wants to fuck her husband and when. Jaela tilts his chin towards her, smirk forming. “Go in the bedroom. In front of the mirror. Wait for me. Fuck this—I want to fuck you and I’m going to take control and get what I want.”

A spark goes through the both of them at the same time, electricity spreading out from her fingers through their bodies as one. He grins. “Yes, Duchess—” Oh, he knows what she likes. “Anything else you’ll request?”

Jaela grins and resists kissing him. “Boxers off. On your knees.”

“Mm. Yes.”

He goes for a kiss but Jaela backs away and stands up. There’s a cheeky grin of excitement and he’s off, boxers off before he leaves the bathroom. Jaela’s ready to strike, but first she needs to brush her teeth and wipe at her red, puffy eyes that twinkle with the promise of what’s about to come—full control, through and through. It’s been a while. And she’s about to feel all the control she yearns with the man she loves till the end of time.

As expected, —well, commanded—Drake is naked and on his knees before the full-length mirror, facing her. Oh, he knows exactly what she wants. Sure, her eyes are a bit red, but the sadness and tears are long gone as power and control ooze from Jaela who is more than determined to have a night for the books.

She grips his hair and tilts his head back. A visible shudder races through him, hands rising to her thighs. “Mm... Jaela… you’re even more beautiful…”

“Enough talking,” she playfully snaps. “Take these off. Eat me out until I come all over that pretty little face.”

She holds back a shudder when Drake responds, “As you wish, Duchess…” voice silky smooth and low, slowly removing her panties. She’d tug on his hair to make him go faster but the feeling of the silk and his hands sliding down her legs is a sensation to memorize, every hair on her body standing up with the tantalizing and teasing touch.

Once she steps out, Drake obeys, mouth to her exposed pussy, bare for him to savor. And savor he does, hands on her ass, pulling her closer to lap at her juices, flowing long before this moment. Jaela’s grip loosens (but doesn’t let go, of course) on his hair and she throws her head back as his tongue flicks and dances around her clit, teasing it with expert care, knowing all that makes her weak in the knees.

When he flattens his tongue and slides it long and deep up and down her slit, Jaela gasps and opens her eyes to look at the sight before her in the mirror. Drake, on his knees, holding her place—while she controls him, ultimately, hand wound in hair—mouth at her pussy like he loves, moaning and groaning against her, adding to the pleasure of his tongue.

“Good—good…” Jaela manages to mumble, fixated on his head moves in the slightest ways between her parted legs, starting to shake from the pleasure he creates for her. Briefly, Jaela watches his back muscles, how his whole body is putting itself into bringing her to pleasure, determined by the way he licks and gently sucks on her clit, teeth the lightest and best of sensations.

Drake hums against her as she moans, calling out his name again, gripping his hair for support, if anything, because she’s about to lose it. “D-Drake, I— oh!”

And finally—fucking finally—she comes from him, cumming over his tongue. She shakes, head back, while Drake eagerly laps her up, Jaela feeling his smile while he compliments how she tastes and how much he missed this and how he can’t wait to make his Duchess cum again and again tonight.

She could have him lick her pussy all night, really, but Jaela pulls his head back, breath ragged. “G-get on the bed,” she breathes, chest heaving, body still shaking from him, nail indents on her ass. “Lay down. Arms up. I want to see how good that dick is without you helping.”

Drake hesitates for a moment—but just one—as the meaning of her words come to light. “Oh god good… yes, Jaela… yes…”

“It’s Duchess to you, sir,” she winks, tapping his ass as he obeys, unable to contain his excitement, dick hard as can be again after seeing her a sobbing, freshly thrown up mess. Jaela unhooks her bra and drops it to the floor, slinking over to him, hand instinctively on her bump—but only for a moment, for she pulls the handcuffs out of their toy drawer—they’ll need a baby lock on that soon enough—and he can barely contain himself as he lays on the bed at her mercy.

“Ja—Duchess—I certainly don’t deserve this punishment…”

Drake loves the handcuffs. There’s no doubt it’s his favorite to be cuffed to the bed, or just handcuffed in general, while Jaela has her way with him. “Mm… oh… I think you do, sir. You’ve been such a bad boy…” Jaela teases him while she cuffs him, pussy close to his face, still dripping with her essence and his salvia, walls pulsing from either her lingering orgasm… or the promise of what’s to come. “And you…” A glance back at his dick is all she needs. “Don’t seem to mind.”

The cuffs click, loud in the room, and Drake shudders, letting her take complete control, arms stretched overhead, body laid out under her. She nods to the cuffs, running her finger along where the metal meets his skin, a familiar and wordless question and answer exchanged between them. He only nods, brushing his thumb against hers for a brief moment. Perfect. Tight, but not tight enough. Just enough to dig at his skin as he’s desperate to touch her. “Mm… think you’re ready for this, Walker?”

The veins in his forearms pop out as his fists clench together, desire plastered on his face, looking her nude form up and down with hungry, ravenous, nearly black eyes, pupils dilated.

“It looks like I have no choice to be at your mercy… completely under your control… Duchess….”

Jaela smirks, sliding back along his body, making sure to brush her pussy against his chest and stomach… and lower, hovering over his erect dick. “Do you really think you deserve your punishment?”

“Yes—god, please—” Drake begs, however, he’s cut short when she turns around, showing off her ass. “Huh? What…”

Jaela straightens up, still with her back facing him, as she lines her pussy to his dick, letting the tip brush between the folds. She flips back her hair, smirking. Oh, he’s in for it. “You’ll get the sight you want when you earn it,” she says, voice low and sultry, then finally—oh god, finally—she lowers herself on his dick.

She’s so wet that he slides in with ease, girth stretching her walls in ways that have been long neglected. “But I want to—”

“You’ll see what you want when I decide that you can.” She turns her head, hands on his thighs, pussy fully filled to his dick, unmoving. “Beggar can’t be choosers.” Jaela smirks, eyes bright. Drakes his lips and moves his hips up, but she keeps him in place, not giving into the temptation that makes her heart skip a beat and a familiar warmth in her stomach. And a roll, but fuck it—she’s going to ignore this. “So for now, keep your mouth shut—and for every sound I hear, I’ll stay turned around. Also, you can’t cum until I say so. Understand?”

His mouth opens… but then Drake’s eyes flash and he nods, adjusting himself, settling into the bed, wrists cuffed above him. Satisfied with his obedience—his offer of giving all control to her, and only her in the bed tonight—she turns back around. With a painstaking pace, Jaela lifts herself up—just to the very tip—then grinds herself back down on his dick, giving him a show with her ass. What can she say? She knows he likes it, loves it when he pounds her from behind, hitting and gripping her ass—worshipping it as much as her pussy and tits.

Sure, maybe he wants to see her ride him, tits bouncing, but he has to earn it. And really… is watching her bounce on his dick reverse cowgirl really a sore sight? Judging by the sharp intake of breath as he tries to stay quiet, it’s not.

Jaela bounces with expertise on his dick, steadying herself, keeping her pace nice and slow— drawing out his want, his desire, so clear by the way he moves his own hips up, wanting to go deeper, cuffs clinking as he flexes and tenses, moving, fighting the desire to remain still, wanting nothing more than to touch her, to give her his love.

However, as much as Jaela wants that, she relishes in the feeling of control while she rides him, not giving him the gift of her body bore before him. She pushes back more of her hair and exhales, a moan escaping from her as his dick curves just right, hitting the spot. In response, Drake groans to, a small plea escaping, “Jae… pl-please…”

Was that on purpose or no? Jaela smirks, the fire of control back and blazing in her equally dark pupils, desire dripping off of her. She turns, pausing, his member barley brushing her pussy lips. Drake’s mouth is half open, chest heaving while he pants, eyes pleading for his reward. And already? Jaela digs her nails into his thigh and swallows back a bout of nausea. No. This isn’t happening. She refuses. “Now what did I say?”

“T-that I can’t—”

“Make a sound.” He moans when she lowers herself onto his dick, toes curling at how thick he is. “I meant it. Now, I’ll be here longer before I decide if you’re worthy of seeing me. Understand?”

Jaela knows Drake wants to burst, to tell her screw that and he wants to watch her ride him into oblivion, but his only reply is shifting his wrists in the cuffs, blue veins bright as they can be against his slick and taunt skin, red around where they metal lays. “Good boy,” Jaela purrs, gently squeezing his balls, and then turns, beginning her countdown.

As much fun as it is to tease him, she wants to see his face, too. To watch as he marvels over her, to see how he moves his hands, unable to touch her, but still trying to anyways. The desperation to touch and validate her so clear on his face—she wants that. But… she’s not ready to give up willfully messing with him. And after all, with all of her bathroom breaks in the middle of meetings, she’s gotten good at knowing the time without a clock.

So, Jaela bounces on his cock with a languid pace that makes him shake—but not cum—keeping him invested and on edge—just where she wants him. For now, she enjoys the sensation of how he feels, savoring those moments when she slides onto him, bodies meeting in a perfect harmony. But then… times up, the two minutes going by, just like she planned. Drake’s about to give up on staying silent, breathing so damn hard, barely containing his whimpers and begging for more. Jaela pauses, then removes herself, hovering over him on her knees when she turns to face him, pushing more hair back to give him a view of her breasts.

“I think you’ve been good enough…”

“Can I tou—”

She presses a finger to his desperate lips, silencing him. His eyes widen as she leans over, getting into position. She slips in two fingers and his tongue does just as she wants it to, tasting her fingers, ones with a hint of her essence on them. “You’ll touch me when I want you too. You did good, but you’re not out of those cuffs yet, Walker. But…” She removes her fingers and slides her hands down his chest, nails leaving faint pink marks. “If you’re really good here, then maybe you’ll get your reward.”

Drake gulps, hard. “Which is…?”

Jaela smirks, running hands down her curves and down to her thighs, tight against his hips. “You can have me… anyway you want me for as long as you need. But only…” Her eyes dart to the cuffs he loves yet wants out of all at once. “Only if you’re good and let me ride you until I cum—but you can’t. You can only watch. Understand?”

He groans, head thrown back, long hair plastered with sweat on his forehead. Maybe to some it doesn’t seem like much, but Drake always—and always—loses it when she comes on his cock while riding him. It’s like clockwork once she orgasms on him—he follows within seconds, shaking and crying her name. But now? Well…

Jaela lowers herself onto him again, biting her lip as she watches his expression—like he’s died and gone to heaven—as she gives him what they’ve both been craving for weeks. On top of it, this is both their favorite position—only this time, heightened by Drake’s inability to touch her and her ultimate control over his body, his pleasure.

They lock eyes and Jaela doesn’t waste time this time, riding him. Her hands fall to his chest as she bounces on his dick, riding him like she’s never rode him before, the sounds of their bodies meeting again and again—in a fast, furious pace—drowning out the music. This time, Jaela’s not quiet—she’s loud, head thrown back here and there when it hits just right. Drake’s moaning too, crying out her name, nails digging into his palms, straining against the cuffs as his hips rise to meet her over and over, just making him sink deeper into her.

“Fuck, Drake…” Jaela gasps, the coil deep within her tightening with each roll of her hips against him. His cock is definitely hitting her g-spot and fuck, she’s going to lose it. Drake smirks despite the need to touch and love her as he wants and his eyes rove her over her body, starting to erratically ride him, hips twisting and circling on their own accord. Her tits bounce and the sweat just makes a sheen that the candlelight reflects off of, highlighting every curve she has, framing her body perfectly. While he looks at her, she looks at him, savoring the sight of her husband writhing below her.

His pecs and abs are defined, tensing as they move as one, watching his wife do her work. His wrists are red, but she knows he likes the twinge of pain that comes with being unable to touch her, pulling on the cuffs and nearly begging for her to release him—but it’s all part of the game. Finally, his face. Oh, his face. It’s overcome by an intoxicating mixture of lust and love and it gets her drunker than anything before by just a glance at it. Sweaty and pink, but his lips are full from her kisses and teeth, pupils dilated to the very edge of his iris, only a sliver of that chestnut brown that drank her in visible. And his mouth, oh his mouth open and filled with gasps and groans of pleasure, her name the sweetest thing on his tongue, wanting more and more from her body.

“God… you’re so fucking beautiful,” Drake says, then glance down at her clit. “Y-you should play with—”

“Wanna make me cum faster so you’ll get your reward, huh, Walker?” Jaela doesn’t know how she manages that, but she’s touching her clit as he wanted. His eyes widen and his shudder lets her know that he’s dangerously close—but to be fair, him watching her pleasure herself further (and be unable to do anything about it) is about to send her over to edge herself.

In fact—Jaela’s head throws back as she comes, hard as hell, the two points of pleasure exploding all at once and working its way up her body, toes curling, body shuddering, and a broken set of cries escaping between her lips—all while Drake watches with hunger and her pussy clenches around him—rapidly at first, then it slows as it pulses.

When the bright points of light stop obscuring her vision, Jaela slowly brings her dazed gaze back to Drake, body trembling, still connected with Drake, their pelvises slick with… just her juices, Drake not come yet. Jaela laughs weakly, raising an eyebrow, pussy still pulsing. “Y-you didn’t come, hmm?”

“You said I get to have you… any way… if I’m g-good so….” He shakes but takes deep breaths to calm his rock hard member. Jaela could deny him that… but… she grins leaning over him, already missing how he feels within her. But his lips find her breast and she giggles, releasing the cuffs.

“You’re only free because I’m letting you, you know that, right?”

One click. Two clicsk. And he’s free. She expects it to be like this, letting his hands come to her while he lavishes her breast, but she taken by surprise, as gasp escaping as he sweeps her into his arms and her back hits the bed.

No frills, no tricks, just the two of them pressed as tight as they can be, lips crashing together. He’s not in her—not, not yet—for without breaking his kiss, he gently pushes her legs up, knees to her shoulders, letting the kiss linger as he pulls away to look down at her. “I love you,” he says, hands soft on her brown and burning skin.

Jaela smiles, one of warmth and sincerity unlike the playful minx she was before. “And I love you…” she replies, hand bring his head down to meet hers as he thrusts in her—long, slow, and deep—so, so deep, filling her to completion, connected through and through. Her legs ankles link around his back as he works, teeth tugging hard on her lower lip, meeting her eyes.

She laughs through the kiss and tugs on his hair as he squeezes her breast, bodies plastered together, pleasure radiating from every inch of her. Hell, she can ignore her stomach, too, caught in Drake’s embrace, one of love and everything that’s good in the world.

They don’t last long in this position, Drake deep as he can be, feeling every twitch her walls, feeling every ragged breath from her—but neither mind. Jaela’s spent for the meanwhile, but she has enough for her to kiss him hard and full on the mouth as he comes in her, the two pausing their frantic hips, meeting as one—letting this one linger.

Jaela loses track of time as they kiss and Drake shudders here and there, lingering in her, the world starting to settle after their much needed romp. But, time passes for he pulls out and collapses next to her, over the covers. Jaela giggles and reaches out a hand, brushing his wrist. “Did you have fun?”

“So damn much, Abdi,” Drake grins… taking her hand. “Been a while since we used the handcuffs… and seeing you…” He sighs in happiness, looking to the canopy for a moment, then settles back on her, hand on her little belly. “I know you’ve been feeling gross and didn’t want me to look at you or touch you for a while… but you look good. Really damn good, Abdi.”

Jaela laughs quietly. It’s hard to believe… but she has to admit that the little bump is pretty cute. “Well… I’m glad… oh shit…” Jaela gets off of the bed, stomach back at its full force. Drake sits up, ready to get off, but Jaela shakes her head. She manages, “I’ll just be a second, stay there, I’m fine, it’s worth it, anyways,” before she darts to the bathroom. It’s quick handling her business and getting washed up for a moment, soreness starting to hit her from the vigorous sex that clearly let out a few demons and pent up anger.

By the time she comes back, Drake’s blown out the candles and he holds the covers back for her. Jaela smiles and slides in, laying on her side. Drake spoons her from behind, both naked, and his hand finding its new favorite spot to rest, over that bump that causes so much annoyance… but brings so much joy, even at her worst.

He kisses behind her ear, snuggling close to her. “I love you, Abdi. I… I know we won’t get many more months to do things like that…”

“That’s why we’ll have babysitters, namely named Maxwell…”

“I told you we’re not leaving our kid with Maxwell alone…”

“Liv will be there…”

“They will not learn how to throw knives by six months…”

Repressing a giggle, Jaela turns her head, just a bit, to look him in the eyes, moonlight streaming in the dark room. He’s amused, lips turned up into a smile. His hand flexes over her stomach, protective. Her hand joins his. “We won’t get nights like this as much… but we’ll make every moment we have with each as a couple and as a family count, won’t we, Drake?”

“Of course,” he says, smiling wider. “And… and even though our baby will the heir to Cordonia, Jaela…” Drake kisses her cheek and though she feels tense… she relaxes against him, legs wound together. “We’re still the parents. Not Liam. We’ll have all the say in how they grow up. We… we’ll be in control. I know we’ll both make sure of it.”

Despite her outburst, and yeah, there’s some fear… Jaela nods, returning her head to the side and closing her eyes, more than content. “I… I know. Cordonia will be in good hands because they’ll have some kickass parents behind them, raising them.”

“Exactly.”

With satisfied bodies and quiet exhales, Jaela and Drake drift into the best sleep they’ve both had in weeks, completely and utterly entwined with each other, unwilling to let each other go, savoring the closeness they so dearly missed for weeks on end, time lost to meetings and excitement and preparation for the one thing they so long yearned for: the future.

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Whatever Comes Next (Drake x MC) [M]

Pairing: Drake x Jaela (canon)

Word Count: 3,596

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, Smut

Song Accompaniment: Love Me Right-- Rendezvous At Two

Description: Surely Drake can’t be the only one to pose for a sexy photo on the final night of their honeymoon?

Author Note: Anddddd I’m back. Well, at least for this. We’ll see how much TRH inspires me for smut on shots. That said, this might be a Drake and Jaela you’re not used to seeing in my fic: canon. No past traumas of STB or nothing, This fic follows along the canon versions of them, which, in my opinion, are fucking adorable. Enjoy! Masterlist is found on my blog bio.

And the moment is captured on the final night of their honeymoon. Jaela admires the muscles he provides for her viewing pleasure… but she can’t help but giggle at the sight, her new husband clearly out of his comfort zone in posing for a photo in the cozy and, ahem, very well used bedroom.

Drake cocks an eyebrow up and sits up, a smirk still on his lips. “That bad, huh, Abdi?”

Jaela snorts, scooting closer and turning her phone to him. Drake sets a hand on her thigh, nails gently raking across her skin and he flushes, snatching it away. “Hey!” Forgoing romance, Jaela dives for the phone, stretching her nearly nude body across Drake’s bare chest, reaching for the phone in a desperate sort of way. He cannot delete it. “You are NOT deleting that!” She gasps, hand around his wrist.

There’s a playful smile on his lips and sparkling in his chestnut eyes that makes Jaela return the same expression in their battle for her phone. His hand rests on the middle of her back, fingers splayed. Skin on skin sizzles. “You laughed!”

She knows he’s not hurt by the way he grins, wrapping a leg around her thigh, holding her in place. “Because it’s a cute and silly and kinda sexy picture of my husband,” … the man she didn’t know she could love any more than she has during this entire time escaping reality, lost to only each other on this island. “I want it forever. I want to remember you when I’m away, or when you’re away doing whatever we’re supposed to do as big fancy nobles.”

Drake cringes at the world noble—not unexpected—but slowly lowers the phone and hands it to her. “Ah-ha!”

Jaela sits up and knowingly straddles his waist, shutting off the screen and smirking at the twitch from his dick against her. It’s never taken long, let alone on this perfect honeymoon, Drake—and her—always at the ready, even if one if sleepy or still worn from the other. Drake smirks, hands sliding along her smooth thighs. “I love the view…” His eyes darken and they flick from her breasts to face twice. Jaela tosses her phone aside and wiggles her hips, meeting his hands with hers.

“Is that so, Walker?”

“I do, Mrs. Wal—”

“Abdi-Walker—”

“Mrs. Abdi-Walker…” Drake finishes, low, eyes roving over the curves of her breasts, hard nipples barely contained in the black lace bralette. “You know… I think it’s a little unfair that you get a ‘sexy’ picture of me for when we’re apart and I get…” She shivers at his touch, finger touching her over her black lace thong. She really doesn’t know why she put it on, honestly, after their latest romp an hour or so ago. “Nothing but my mind…”

Drake sits up and pulls her close to him. Their skin touches and it’s like into a million little fireworks bursting. Jaela shuts up his slow, tempting drawl with a deep kiss, inhaling his scent. It’s mixed of the ocean salt, sand, and her—and it’s been driving her crazy this entire time. Drake smiles against her lips, letting their tongues explore each other’s mouths with a languid pace—then he parts, eyes now nearly black with desire. “I think I could use some visuals for when I need to think of my wife sucking my…”

“You just want to see if I can do any better than you posing, huh?” Jaela cuts him off, grinning. He won’t get it that quickly.

Hair falls over his eyes when he shakes his head, pretending to be thoughtful. “Oh, I know you’re going to beat me. I also just happen know that my incredible sexy wife would love to pose for me too… and would also get off on the idea of what I do when we’re apart and in different beds.”

Biting her lower lip, a flush of warmth diving low in her belly, Jaela nods. She can’t deny that idea, even if she doesn’t need a photo of him to get going. Or the idea what he’s doing, thinking of her. “Think you can handle this?” Jaela purrs, removing herself from his lap, messing with her hair. Drake steals another appreciative look at her body. It’s taunt, firm, and curvy in all the right places, glowing from the sun, salt, and his endless kisses in their newly wedded bliss.

“I know I can’t,” Drake says, the rise in his boxers’ evidence of this. “But I’ll certainly enjoy the view…” He settles back against the pillows holding up his phone, the lust clear on his features. He glances between the phone and real life before him.

Posed on her knees, gives her best smolder to Drake, needing no instruction on how to pose for the camera… let alone with her husband behind the lenses, cock twitching each time she moves. A little shoulder pop, a pointed smirk at his hardening dick, a bite of her lip, a peek at her ass… everything to get him going, over and over and when they only have a screen to view.

Flipping her hair back, Jaela lets a bra strap slip down her arm, the second it falls lasting an eternity by the way his eyes follow, jaw dropped. His reaction is all she needs to keep the tease going, slowly sliding it back up her arm shimmering under the soft lights of the bedroom that made everything warm and simply perfect every night… and morning… and afternoon.

Jaela switches positions, hands on the bed to give him perfect access to view her chest. Smirking, she crawls forward and comes between his legs. Drake sits up a bit more, cheeks flush heat, phone still taking photos. The soft clicks only make her wetter between her thighs, knowing what they’ll be used for. “And… do you think one more will do?”

“Uhh…”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Hair falls over her shoulders, but she knows this adds to his arousal. He loves to pull on it or run his fingers through it when they make love or fuck, depending on the mood. She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, letting it fall off her body, merely a soft tumble on the sheets when it lands.

Drake makes a sound somewhere between a gasp and choke, eyes locked on her chest, nipples stiff-- ready. Jaela chuckles and weaves her fingers in her hair, holding it up, posing topless before him, giving him the sultriest look she can manage, light hitting her cheekbones perfectly, nearly glowing for him. There’s fire in her eyes and the rush of warmth between her thighs. The thong won’t be far behind the bra. That was known the moment she reached behind herself. In fact, why did she even pack a bra, in all honesty?

“Got it?”

Drake takes a moment to answer, jaw dropped and slack, as if he’s under a spell. Finally, he seems to come to, gulping hard. “Uh-huh…”

They look brown eyes—and suddenly, Drake’s kissing her, hard, phone tossed to the side. They fall together on the luxurious silk sheets, hands feverishly touching every inch of skin they can manage, the hunger to satisfy their lust and need for each other too much to bear. It’s the last night—Jaela intends to make the most of it, to take a final night of escape before reality rushes in without relent.

She lets out a little cry of a pleasure mixed with pain when Drake nips her lip hard, rolling her to her back. She willingly sinks into the soft mattress, hips rising to meet his. “Abdi…” He breathes against her neck, a finger slipping down her side, following the curve of her hips. His lips find purchase as he lifts her thighs, pressing his covered manhood against her sex, teasing her just like she likes.

Jaela moans quietly, enjoying the sensation, the buildup before the release. The tease. The game. The cat and mouse. The desire. “D… Drake…”

“You certainly put on a little show for me…” Jaela gasps when he pulls away and flips her over on all fours, bringing her hips to him. The fireplace crackles low in the bedroom, glasses of whiskey still abandoned after their first round. Jaela adjusts herself on her elbows, looking back at him with a grin. Drake removes his boxers and his eyes sparkle as he looks down at her on all fours for him. Waiting. Wanting.

“I always will. Besides…” She moves her hips in a figure eight, the heat somehow travelling even lower in her body, to the apex of her thighs. Music plays in the background, but it’s long forgotten in the moment, Drake pushing her hair over her shoulders and letting his calloused hands travel down her back and sides, coming to the curve of her ass, memorizing the feel of her body. “I know I’ll be well-rewarded for giving you some bonus shots…”

Drake agrees with a growl low in his throat, kneading his palms against her ass, nails digging the skin. “Oh… very…” While one finger loops under the thin band of her thong, lifting it, he lowers himself to kiss down her spine, speaking quietly. Only the music and soft sound of the waves are barely louder than his words coated with desire and pure, unadulterated lust. She knows exactly what she’s in for.

And she can’t wait.

His lips press against her, taking his sweet time as he kisses down, teasing her by moving his fingers along the band, causing the fabric to rub against her clit in a pleasant—yet frustrating—way. “Very…” he continues, breath hot against her skin. Jaela shivers, gripping the sheets. She’s about to pounce him if he doesn’t hurry up. “Very…” His tongue comes to her thong. “Well…”

She gasps, tensing, then relaxing, when he draws a line along the band of her thong with his tongue, the salvia an all too brief moment of cool before her skin burns with tension, Drake savoring the moment. He comes back to the middle after drifting to the right, then takes the thong between two fingers, lowering it.

There’s no time to talk back to him, offering a witty or sexy quip, Jaela didn’t decide, before he kisses down where the lace is removed, pussy exposed to him. Drake wastes no time to press his mouth to it, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, eating her out with vigor. He’s done this… Jaela’s lost count of how many times he went down on her… yet each time, Jaela feels like it’s just like the first time all over again, back in the palace at the Homecoming Ball, unbelieving that this is happening.

His fingers offer a grand, rough contrast compared to how delicately his tongue slips between her folds, twisting and flicking in all the right ways. Her forehead touches the sheets and she attempts to steady her breathing as Drake does his work, just like he has every night of this honeymoon. She rocks her hips as his tongue slips between her walls, just for a moment, Drake lifts his head, lips and chin slick with her juices.

“God… if only I could taste you when I look at those pictures…”

Jaela giggles, lifting her head up. Drake gets the rest of her thong off, throwing it somewhere within the expansive room. They lock eyes, the carnal desire in Drake’s expression disappearing when he smiles wide, holding her hips, tip of his cock brushing against her. “You do know that we won’t be separated for a while… there’s no way we’re getting sent on trips alone this soo—oh!”

Drake smirks at her reaction to him entering her, thick shaft stretching her in every way Jaela loved. Her eyes flutter shut while Drake presses his hips flush to hers, letting her adjust… then pulls out to the tip before sliding back in with ease. She’s dripping, really, the posing and anticipation for their final night too much to bear any longer. She wants him—all of him in every way possible. “… There’s no way when we’ve got an heir to make…”

Jaela gulps hard at his words but lets the feeling of him overtake her. Him, in every form. Him, in every way. Him in every… thing she desired from him.

Was she nervous about children? Absolutely. Drake’s fingers twine in her hair, a gentle pull as they meet, feeling every inch of each other. But… somehow, it felt natural to want this, to want to urge on the next chapter of their lives as a couple. After all, isn’t this what the honeymoon of nobles was for? The next chapter?

She throws her hips back to meet his as he thrusts forward, gritting his teeth as he enters her again and again, both building a smooth, familiar rhythm. No words are needed as they connect, their moans and breathy gasps peppering the room. Drake reaches down with one hand and squeezes her breast, tweaking the nipple.

Jaela shudders, coming from the combination of his dick, her own hand, and how he handles her breast, walls squeezing around him. “Fuck—Drake—”

“Good girl,” he gasps. He loves saying that now that he knows how wild it drives her…. Just like how she’s learned exactly what he loves.

There’s a sparkle in her eye when she pulls far enough away that he can’t enter her again. He seems to come out of his stupor, savoring how she feels around his cock, how freeing it is to be with her completely. Drake reaches out, saying, “Huh?” before Jaela turns and backs him against the pillows and headboard, straddling his lap. The confusion is replaced with a smirk, looking her up and down. His hands come around her back, nails raking the sweaty yet smooth skin there. Jaela brushes herself against his tip, hovering—teasing—their stomachs and chests touching in the quiet, tense embrace, waiting for the next move.

Jaela only arches an eyebrow while the cooling sea breeze blows past them, ruffling white the curtains draped around the canopy. Drake, tired of waiting, tries to buck his hips up to connect with her, but Jaela moves faster, rising up. “Not yet…” she purrs, tracing his lips, then dragging her nimble fingers down his chest. “I want to savor the moment. This. Us.”

Drake’s head falls back as Jaela slowly—so, so slowly—lowers herself against him, feeling every inch that enters and stretches in the most delicious ways. They shudder together, drawing in a sharp breath when they fully meet as one. But Jaela doesn’t move, hands on his cheeks, drawing his face to hers. Drake opens his eyes slowly, lazily, holding her thigh. “Mm… Abdi… you make me…”

“Drunk?” she laughs, kissing him hard, circling her hips. Jolts of electricity course through her, starting low, deep in her core then bursting forth through every vein, big and small, setting her alight with so much more than desire. It’s need. It’s want. It’s… the future. She now throws her head back and Drake’s lips don’t leave her, following down her throat to her collarbone, lavishing the skin over and over with his tongue and teeth.

“Always,” he breathes against her, hands sliding to her ass. “You’re everything, Abdi, and these weeks… I’ll never forget them. Us.” Using his teeth on her lower lip, he gently drags her head forward, nose to nose, staring into each other’s dark eyes.

Slowly, Jaela moves her hips, rising. She squeezes him slightly, loving how he groans low against her lips. “Me either, Drake…. I love you,” she whispers, drawing him out till the tip, then, with the same painstaking slowness as before, she lowers herself again, allowing them both to feel every sensation that will send them cresting over the edge in no time. But, Jaela wants to make this moment last as long as it can.

After all, if things go as planned, there won’t be time to savor a world that exists with the two of them. Before long, she knows, there’s going to be more to worry about. To think about. To love with everything they have. But for now? Now, it’s just her. It’s just Drake. And it’s just this bed, Jaela rolling her hips with expert moves, giving Drake just what he likes with her on top.

His lips connect with her breasts, moving between each, lightly sucking then blowing on her nipples as she rides him, time lost to them. Time doesn’t matter as they move together in this moment. She braces her hands on his knees to give him full access and better handling as she moves, eyes hooded, watching him work against her chest. Can he feel how hard her heart is beating for him? How much she loves him? How much she long for these magical weeks—to be one with him over and over without fear of getting caught—for so long?

Does he know that she doesn’t want this moment to end?

Judging by his groaning, how he shakes, hands opening and closing against her back and ass, he knows. And he won’t last too much longer. All good moments must come to an end… but they can only lead to something greater, can’t it? Jaela smiles at the thought of what’ll come next—soon, if this honeymoon was any indicator-- capturing his lips in a hurried kiss, pushing him back against pillows, increasing her pace.

“J—Jaela—”

“Not yet,” she breathes, moving faster. Drake groans in disagreement, but settles, touching her clit with one hand. Jaela tenses herself, but she keeps the pace bouncing on his dick, the sound of her juices and the slapping of slick flesh on slick flesh meeting over and over filling the room to the fullest. “Say my name. Loud— fuck—”

She’s coming from his fingers making quick work of her, combined with how he moves his own hips with hers—and god, the look in his eyes. He wants the same thing as her, perhaps even more. But, all the same. “As you wish, Your Grace—” But he’s cut off with his own moans and groan. Both hands come to her back, hitting hard and leaving a brief sting as Drake holds her closer.

Each other’s names spill and fall from the other’s lips, louder than the squeaking bed and the headboard tapping against the wall. Their bodies, completely entwined and every inch pressed against the other, are on fire—a burning hot fire that’s ready to explode until the end of eternity, both lost to the passion of the other—and the possibility of the future, something that only love can create.

Drake’s cock hits her in the just the right spot, and she bites down hard on Drake’s earlobe. And that’s it—

With a hard, erratic thrust up, lifting their bodies up from the mattress, Drake cries out her name, “—Ja-Jaela!” as he comes, holding her hips down to his, spilling his seed within her. They tremble together, lips finding the other as Jaela circles her hips while Drake weakly moves his hips here and there. His hands, gentler than before, come up to her sides rubbing them while they come down together. Another amazing night in the books. One that certainly won’t be soon forgotten.

Heart pounding, body pulsing, they separate from their kiss, breaking into the grins they always did when the moment was over and all that was left was the afterglow of passion: soft, tender love.

Carefully, as they did every time since they decided three days in that it was worth it to start trying, Jaela removes herself and lays back on the bed. Chest rising and falling, Drake groans but joins her side, snuggling up against her shoulder hand flat across her stomach. He peppers kisses along her shoulder and Jaela shuts her eyes in pleasure, enjoying the feeling. “Mm…”

Drake smiles against her skin and moves closer to her, kissing her temple. “It’s a shame we can’t stay here any longer, Abdi.”

“I know…” She bites her lip, opening her eyes to look into his. She’ll never get tired of how he looks at her with that wonder, that wonder like he can’t believe she’s real. “But… I think…” She glances down to her stomach and sets a hand over Drake’s there. “I… I think I’m ready for what’s next.”

Drake smiles the biggest she’s ever seen before, even bigger than their wedding day. He lights up like a kid at Christmas, giddy with excitement to open his presents. “Really?”

She nods, matching his infectious grin. With a look like that, how can she not be ready for what comes next? “Of course,” she replies, the answer spilling out of her and into the world with ease and confidence. “I’m ready for whatever comes next with you, Walker. Haven’t we always conquered anything that’s come our way? Surely a little baby…” Jaela pauses, looking thoughtfully up at the canopy. “Well, if they have your personality, there might be a few road bumps, but I think we’ll survive. I did marry you, after all. If I can handle you…”

“Then certainly you can handle a clone of me,” he laughs, rolling over her, sealing the moment with a final kiss, their minds wandering away from the island for the first time in two weeks… excited for whatever—whoever—comes next.

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bobasheebaby · 6 years ago

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I am on the team of the kids. Both Jaela and Drake were at fault.

Jaela is a wreck, but at least Jaela has owned up to her failures, she’s trying. I don’t blame her for working even more or going to New York for the weekend. Who would want to sit in a large empty home and cry knowing their family is falling apart?

Drake is an ass. He wasn’t happy for FOUR FUCKING YEARS and he was silent. He’s putting all the name on Jaela when he’s had a hand in their marriage failing too. I am so mad at him for being happy so fast! I will be laughing when he realizes Crystal is a noble and he’s met her before. Still waiting for that damn thong to cause problems.

Liam, he is married, he needs to back the fuck off! He should not be flirting with her!

So yea I’m team kids and Liam don’t you dare fucking hurt Liv!

Until Their Lips Meet : Autumn Blues, Part 14

Part 14 of Autumn Blues: Until Their Lips Meet

Catch up: Prologue: Five Little Words, Part 1: Five Lettered Word, Part 2: The Spaces In Between [NSFW], Part 3: It’s Have To Do [NSFW], Part 4: At The Very Least, Part 5: The Scraps of Each Other, Part 6: Beneath The Stony Surface [NSFW], Part 7: Won’t You Say I Love You, Part 8: The Scraps of Each Other [NSFW], Part 9:Supposed To Be, Part 10: The Final Signature, Part 11: What Comes Next, Part 12: A Threat on Your Life, Part 13: The Weight of Absence –All parts can be found on my Masterlist or under “drakewalkerwhipped fic” tag

Pairing: I give up at this point

Word Count: 5,729

Rating: PG-17

Warnings: Language, Suggestive Language

Song Accompaniment: Trouble– Tender

Description: Drake notices that Liam’s… taken a side. Clearly. Jaela and Drake each take a night out to let loose, one in NYC and the other in Cordonia– in more ways than one.

Author Note: Declare your team when you comment. Joking. But also– Masterlist found on my blog and in the comments.Thank you for reading and screaming and making this fun as all hell.

The Juicy t.e.a

We Had Something Juicy Here

Anonymous— But five minutes before this was set to be print, it seems that somebody’s parents paid us a hefty fee to keep our mouths shut.

Unlike hers.

Lia’s eyes are on them the entire party.

Drake’s careful as he roams and talks to people or plays with his son or nephews or Liam and Hana’s kids, the celebration all underway. Jackson, happy as ever, and doing his own thing with Dominic and not much else, as per usual with him and his best friend.

Lia, however…. Drake thought him and Jaela did a fair separation, one that would be easy—but no, Lia’s not been herself. “Lia’s watching us talk,” he whispers to Jaela. She wrinkles her nose, looking where he nudges her. Lia notices their glances and gasps, running away into the small crowd around for his son’s birthday. People he doesn’t see nor will ever care about. But, it’s not like he lives here anymore. So… it’s whatever. Jackson’s having fun.

Jaela sighs when Lia’s gone from sight—for now. “She’s not having fun.”

“Well,” Drake whispers, arm around her waist, like they agreed upon. “She’s taking this hard and hasn’t been getting any sleep since she thinks she saw that man.”

At the mention of that, Jaela’s eyes grow sharp and a frown settles on her face. “Well, no surprise. And she’s in a home that has a lack of a guard—”

“She has me—”

“I’m having a bodyguard accompany you and the kids tomorrow at the tournament for Lia’s safety. And Jackson’s. No matter how much you try to deny it, they’re still living with me and they’re noble. They’re targets. End of discussion.” He can only shake his head. He doesn’t like it. He wants his kids to be normal but… she’s right.

They’re about to part when Jaela kisses him on the cheek, whispering, “Smile for the cameras,” and he does, hating every second of it. Well, not all of it, when they sit around Jackson for his cake and presents, not even noticing as pictures were taken, just interacting with his two children and laughing. So, no, he doesn’t hate every second. But he does hate when Lia looks at him with hope, like every time they pose that it’ll make things better. That’s the worst.

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resetmypatientviolence · 5 years ago

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We Owe Him (Drake x MC)

Pairing: Drake x Jaela (canon)

Word Count: 2,644

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Langauge, Suggestive Themes

Song Accompaniment: Broken Crown-- Mumford and Sons

Description: Rocked to the core with Liam’s question-- asking if their child can be heir to the Cordonian throne-- Drake and Jaela discuss what answer they should give their friend.

Author Note: Still can’t believe PB didn't put in a conversation about this. Well, I fixed that here. Enjoy! Masterlist is found on my blog bio.

The cool ocean breeze hits her face. But instead of relaxing her, readying herself for another evening tangled up with Drake, it hits her like a brick. She tenses, sweeping over to the minibar as Drake shuts the door gingerly—and even that is too loud in the stillness of their former safe haven, lost and drunk on whiskey and each other for two weeks. But now?

Jaela huffs under her breath, wrapping a sheer cover up around her body, exposed to the elements all day and Drake’s needy gaze. The lock turns and music follows, Drake setting up for the evening, as he always did. Instead of a look that’ll send him to his knees, Jaela glares at him pouring two whiskeys. Who even are you, Drake?

Drake catches her glare and freezes, paling. Good. Cower. This is going to be a talk.“A… Abdi…? What’s… what’s wrong?” Jaela says nothing but sips the amber liquid, savoring the burn. She did good all day today after she voiced her concern and doubt over Liam’s preposterous request. Really, she wanted to tear into Drake—Drake of all people—to agree—no, think it was an honor—so quickly to this. On the last day of their honeymoon. No warning. No… no nothing. Just Liam begging them to give Cordonia an heir because he can’t. And for what reason?

She realizes she hasn’t spoken when Drake approaches her. She’s pouring a second glass, lips pursed, teeth grinding together. Good. It took so much out of her to put on a smile, to laugh, to enjoy the day with friends while her husband…. Jaela sighs, raising her eyes to him, finally. “You…” She looks away, unable to hold his gaze.

“Jae…” Like a feather his fingers traces her cheekbone, looking deep into her eyes. He’s worried. “Jae, baby, tell me what’s wrong, please. You seemed so happy today. We have an extra night—”

She bursts like a pipe, steam exploding and twisting high into the air, whiskey sloshing over the glass and to the floor. “Who even are you, Drake Walker?” she shouts, unable to hold back the words that were contained within her all day, biting her tongue each time she looked at her husband.

“Wh—”

“An honor? An honor to have our child be the heir to the Cordonian throne? You, Mr. Nobility-Is-The-Root-Of-All-Evil thinks—no, you didn’t even think—that it would be an honor to give our probably not yet conceived child to Cordonia—to Liam—just like that?!” Her face is warm—no burning—and Jaela can’t help at the tears the spring into her eyes. It was like a knife of betrayal from Drake on the beach. Sure she hid it well, jaw dropped for only a second, but she was able to turn it around—to be as she was taught. To hide. To contain. To not show her emotions as a noble.

Would her child ever get the chance to cry? To express themselves—or will they be lost to a life her nor Drake never experienced growing up?

“I… I…” Drake steps back and runs a hand through his hair, eyebrows lowered. “Jaela, listen—”

“No,” she snaps, setting down the whiskey, most of it spilled in her tirade. Melodic beats trickle through her ear canal, but she can’t hear anything but her ragged breathing and the shuffle of Drake’s feet. Gone is the pale, replaced with red. “Drake… you… you realize that what Liam is asking of us, right? What burden he’s not only placing on us to get pregnant as soon as possible—and it could take years—but what he’s doing to the future we envisioned? The future for us? Our… our baby?”

She touches her flat, bare stomach, lips twitching. Hell, she could be pregnant now and not know it. Not like her and Drake were always safe before the honeymoon. Drake’s sigh is heavy and he hesitantly steps towards her, his words coming out slow, as if he’s trying to process the reality of her statement. “Jaela… I know it doesn’t make sense why I’d say that…”

“None,” Jaela responds, gripping his hands in hers, pleading, almost. Her tears shine and his shoulders slump. “No fishing trips lost to the wilderness. No cabin trips with just us. No teaching them to be a normal kid—as normal as it can be. No chance to get a scraped knee and to understand pain. No chance to just… to just be a kid. Instead it’ll be diplomacy lessons and cameras and—and I understand they’d have some of that, and that my pregnancy would be important—but now— now it’ll be the biggest thing and we’ll go crazy. And… and god, Liam’s going to be like fucking Rumpelstiltskin with our baby, Drake. He’ll take them and—and—"

As she speaks, her voice grows more and more hysterical, grip tightening on his hands. They should be in bed now. Not… this. Jaela hates it—and hates how she had to pretend that it was all okay that her husband said it was an honor, like he wasn’t even thinking of her and what they wanted for their child, discussed time and time again on the very island.

Drake shushes her with a tender kiss to her forehead, a small smile on his lips. How is he smiling? “Jaela…” He says, quietly, then leads her to open window. Moonlight glitters on the ocean. In the distance, Maxwell jumps in the waves while Hana watches. The ocean breeze dries her cheeks, small tear tracks fading away. “First of all, Liam isn’t going to take our baby like that. That’s ridiculous.”

She frowns but let’s Drake come behind her, arms wrapped around her body. They sway in place, his chin on her shoulder. “And… yes. I… I know what we might lose. But that’s… that’s a big might, if we agree to it.”

“Didn’t we already?” Jaela sighs, thumb rubbing circles on his hands pressed firmly on her stomach.

He shakes his head. “I said it would be an honor, not that we’d agree to it then and there. I wanted to talk to you first. Think of it… it is an honor he’d think of us, right?”

Jaela rolls her eyes and snorts. “The child of an American commoner and a half-American commoner to rule a whole country when he is more than capable of making his own—yeah, that makes sense.” She stops and Drake says nothing, the look in his eye clear. She didn’t answer the question. “Fine,” she huffs. “I… I guess it��s an honor.”

He kisses her earlobe, nipping it a bit. She ignores the sensation that blooms. She’s mad at him still. “I know we might miss out on those things. But what’s stopping us from still raising them like we want?” His fingers curl against the stomach that could very well hold the very heir to Cordonia at this moment. Jaela knew the press would be looking for a bump the second she stepped off the plane. Even if it was impossible. But now to add the pressure of being the heir to the throne?

“Oh… you know… everything that comes with the crown—”

“No,” he says, turning her around, nearly nose to nose. “No matter what, our kid will know that their parents were commoners and this is what a piece of common life is. Fishing trips. Scraped knees. Breakfasts around our kitchen table made by me. The moments in between that make life worth living and peaceful. We’ll do whatever it takes, even if they’re going to be Queen or King of Cordonia.”

She offers a smile. Truthfully, she can see it. There would be nothing to stop them from making sure their kid, heir or not, has those moments of normalcy that will ground them in life. She’s sure they’d blow off Liam’s diplomacy lessons for a weekend trip that Mara can barely keep track of. There’s no doubt. It’s Drake and Jaela. It’s them. What else would there be? But…

Jaela gulps and steps away, pacing in a small circle. “But the danger.”

“We’re already in danger—”

“This is extra—”

“We have the best…” She glares. Drake sighs. “We have a pretty good security team and Anton is in jail. Nothing will get them—or us. If you think Liam is protected now, just wait until you see a royal kid.”

Damn him for making sense. But, still… something fails to settle within her. While there is an inkling of seeing Liam’s point and agreeing to this insanity, something tugs on the edges of her mind, wanting a real answer. There’s more to this than appeasing the public. There’s a reason for this rush. “Drake…” Jaela meets his eyes, cupping his cheek in her hand. She can only ask and plead with her eyes for the truth. “Before I agree to anything, I need to know the reason why Liam needs this done. It’s more than just for the people. You have to know more—”

“We owe him, Jae,” he says, quietly. At that, he steps away from her, running a hand through his hair. Jaela’s jaw drops, staring at his back in shock. They… owe him? For what?

“We absolutely owe Liam n—”

“But we do,” he says, turning fast. The air seems to be sucked out of the room with his pained expression, the guilt and weight of the world all on his shoulders and plain to see. His expression, too, is clear—it’s obvious he’s been hiding this pain away all day, putting the guilt and sense that he owes Liam behind a smile and the word honor. It’s not an honor: it’s Drake’s guilt.

Heart beating out of chest, Jaela puts her hands on his chest. His heart pounds just as hard as hers. Tears gloss his eyes and he blinks fast, wiping at them. “Drake…” she begins, soft, gentle. She wants to be mad. To be furious. To yell and scream and cry and shout how they don’t owe Liam anything. Because they don’t. But how can she with Drake looking like this? All of his armor is gone, his true feelings and reasonings for the world to see. She can’t be angry. She can only be sad, truly.

“I know… I know, logically, that we don’t, Jaela,” he starts, touching her hands, looking down at their union. His words are shaky and slow, struggling to come out. To admit. “But… but I feel like we do. Liam… Liam gave me everything. A place to stay. Friendship.” They lock eyes. “You.”

Her breath catches, heart in her throat. “He didn’t—”

“Think about it, Jaela. He fell in love with you. The first woman he loved. That was you. And what happens? She turns him down for his best friend… literally while he’s asking her to marry him. Does he find the best friend and beat him half to death? Does he leave this woman in the United States to never see him and his best friend again? Does he beg and plead and promise her more than he can give? No. He gives her a duchy, stands by his best friend’s side during their wedding, and he even gives them a tropical island to escape the world for a few weeks. Liam… Liam gave me—us—everything and all I’ve done is take from him. The least we can do, Jaela, is promise him that our child can be the heir.”

Silence follows for a minute, Jaela—and Drake—letting his words sink in. The truth. Reality. The fact that everything Drake said… is right. Liam gave them everything and asked for nothing in return… until now. Jaela gulps and draws a big breath, sliding her hands down his torso and around his waist, head over his heart. He wraps his arms around her, cheek against her head. There’s one more thing she needs to know.

“How… how bad is the situation in Cordonia? He wouldn’t ask us this if it wasn’t… desperate.”

Drake grimaces, tightening his hold on her. “He told me a bit while you and Hana were laying out. Despite all the instability before… there’s pressure like no other for Liam to produce an heir. It’s… it’s a symbol, more than anything. A symbol that things will get back on track, that Cordonia will be safe and secure, and if anything, it’s a welcome relief to focus on Cordonia’s future when the recent past has been rocky. A symbol of hope, he said. And… and since he wants to marry for love… he needs to placate the public as best he can. They need something to believe in, to trust and respect Liam, and as archaic as it is… a royal baby is the only thing. It’s the next step after a royal wedding.”

Jaela shuts her eyes, shoulders relaxing. Drake’s right. He’s 100% right. “Liam can change heirs, correct? If he finds love and marries and has his own… it’s not set in stone that our baby will be heir, right?”

She feels Drake smile against her, arms tightening. “Yes. I’m sure, if anything, our child will be young and won’t have a memory of being appointed heir to a country.”

Jaela looks up at him. A smile breaks out on her face. She’d do anything to help Cordonia… and Liam. And besides—if saying their baby will be heir is enough to placate the masses (and who knows how long it’ll take before an heir comes along) and help Liam, one of her best and dearest friends who gave her the world and asked for nothing in return—then she… she can do it. She can’t believe she’s about to say it. “So long… so long as Liam agrees that our child will be nothing more than a placeholder to keep Cordonia appearing strong and united—and that we get to raise them in our duchy under our rules—then… then yes, I think… I think I want them to be heir to Cordonia. For Liam.”

Drake’s smile matches hers and his eyes light up, the two on the same page. “Then… then that’s what I want too, Abdi. And I promise you that we’ll make sure this baby is the most grounded royal heir that the world’s seen. That’s a guarantee. Everything we talked about is still going to happen. I swear my life on it.”

Is it what they talked and planned for? No. But Jaela knows that if anything, their baby being heir won’t matter to them in the long run. The only thing that will matter is them. Whoever they are, and whoever they end up being. Whether… heir or not, it’s their baby. Only theirs. Their baby, a product of love and want and desire like no other. A true family. That’s what she wants—and that’s what matters when it comes to beginning their future together.

Without warning, Drake picks her up and Jaela laughs, legs wrapped around his waist as he walks to the bed, setting her down. He hovers over her, a hungry look in his eyes. Jaela bites her lip. From fighting and guilt to agreeing that they’ll give Cordonia a heir to…. Her eyes travel down his body. He’s certainly ready.

Drake runs a hand down her body. “I know we didn’t plan for this, exactly. But you have to agree that at least it’s pretty damn fun with this whole heir making process.”

Jaela snorts and pushes down his swimming trunks, pulling him down to her. “Only pretty fun, Walker? I’m about to blow your mind at how fun this heir making business can be.”

And for their last night on their honeymoon, that’s exactly what she does.

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resetmypatientviolence · 6 years ago

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Nesting (Drake x MC)

Pairing/Characters: Drake x Jaela

Word Count: 2,400

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mild language

Description: Today’s the due date of the baby. But nothing’s happening. Jaela’s trying to relax while Drake can’t keep still-- much to Jaela’s annoyance.

Note: This is just fluffy because why not. This is in regards to their pregnancy with Lia, who (if you read the Fatherhood series), decided to take her sweet time to appear into the world. Masterlist is found in my bio.

She’s barely awake before Drake’s in her face, still a sleepy blur, before he’s asking her, “Is it time? Should we go to the hospital?”, hand on her stomach, peeking out from under her tank, as it does with most things now that weren’t a dress. She shakes her head, guiding his hand to where their child is currently—and happily—pushing against her with their foot.

“They’re pretty content where they’re at…” She yawns, rubbing her eyes—but she didn’t miss Drake’s pout, the disappointment clear on his face, dark circles under his eyes. He’s been getting such little sleep, looking over things he’s read a million times in the baby books when she wakes up to use the bathroom time and time again in the middle of the night.

“But… it’s their due date today…”

The sadness in his voice is unmistakable, but Jaela’s not surprised. He’s been more than ready for the last two weeks, barely leaving her side and checking in with her every time she made a face or muttered something about her body hurting. And it did.

“It’s just an estimation…” she reminds him, shifting under the covers, rolling on her back and starting to sit up—though Drake helps with that and adjusts the pillows for her. Jaela smiles and leans back, hands on her very round stomach. As much as she wants to meet this child, Jaela’s trying to be mindful that she’ll wait—they’ll come on their own time. No need to rush them. “The baby will come when they come, Walker.”

Drake sighs, then kisses her stomach before her, setting his hand over hers. “I’m just so impatient. I want to meet them. Hold them. Love them,” he says, nearly glowing himself. She could melt right there, the sincerity in his words and voice so clear, eyes full of love. Chance hops on the bed and trots over to Jaela, head resting on her lap, right by the bump. It’s a common occurrence, sometimes the baby offering a kick hard enough to surprise him. Together the chuckle, petting him. “See? Even he wants to meet them. He’s impatient too.”

“Nobody more than you,” Jaela says with a click of her tongue, nudging him. She glances down when she feels the baby shift. The doctors said they were in position—and it was just a matter of time. But… there’s no pain, no water breaking—nothing. Just a slowpoke child, and an antsy husband, and dog, apparently. And the staff. Everybody, really. All except her. “That said… I suppose I can try to speed things along….”

Drake grins. “We’ve still got a whole day and night to go. They’ve got plenty of time to be born on their due date. And…” The way his voice drops to the delicious husky timber that sends shivers every time, even if it’s the middle of the night and she wants sleep, lips against her ear in the lightest of touches— “I’ve got just the thing to start…”

Chance quickly vacates the bed when his hand slips under her waistband, lips finding hers, tongues meeting without a moment to waste.

Well, she might as well take advantage of the sex for now.

“Drake!” Jaela gulps down water, face warm from the eggs. The very spicy eggs. To too spocy eggs. “H-how much cayenne and hot sauce did you put in here—oh my god— I am not eating these—”

She was starving after the sex, and since Drake decided to take the past few days off of work to prepare for the baby, he’s been making her breakfast. And today it was a spicy nightmare—and she’s only just begun to enjoy eggs since the pregnancy. But not these. Drake chuckles, replacing her plate with another one, the scrambled eggs looking a far less dangerous shade of red. “They say spicy foods can help speed up labor, that’s all.”

Jaela glares at him, taking a bite of decidedly less spicy eggs. “Drake, this baby is going to come when they want to come. And burning off my tongue is certainly not going to help. Do that again and I’ll murder you.” He rolls his eyes at her playful threat and takes his seat at the table, watching her carefully, as if the baby’s going to be born the second he looks away.

“I’m just impatient, that’s all, Abdi. No more crazy spicy foods. But you can bet I’ll make anything that has a liberal amount of spice to it. I just can’t wait to see you hold her…”

“Or him,” Jaeal replies with a smirk. She truly doesn’t care what the baby is—she’s just happy to be a mom after almost a year of trying and failing. But he’s been insistent on their gender.

Drake’s eyes sparkle, smile wide as Jaela feeds Chance some toast. She’s soft to the puppy eyes now. Pregnancy did that to her—they’ll both be going on diets after this baby comes. “It’s a girl. I told you from when we first found out. I just know it.”

He’s never stopped going on about that—always believing that it’s been a girl. Hana and Max guess a boy; Liam agrees with Drake; and Liv says the best part about not knowing was having such a feeling of joy when you’re surprised, and so happy that the baby is there—and besides, why gender a fetus? But… Drake was convinced. “Well… if the baby is a girl… we’re going to have to figure out a name. We still haven’t agreed on a girl’s name.”

“We’ll figure it out when she’s here,” Drake shrugs, mouthful of toast. “I personally like Emily.” Jaela wrinkles her nose. Drake cocks an eyebrow. “What? It’s cute. It’s a good, classic—”

“It’s boring. We are not naming our daughter the most basic name in existence. She’s the daughter of Duke Drake Walker and Jaela Abdi-Walker of Valtoria. Let’s make it something special, something worthy.”

Drake laughs. “You have a point. Then, how about Madeli—”

She knows it’s a joke, that sparkle in his eyes there, but Jaela still tosses bits of eggs at him, smiling herself. If it’s a girl in there… she’s sure they’ll know the moment they see her. Why rush and assign a name that doesn’t fit?

Finally—she’s alone. Thank god. And she doesn’t even believe.

Drake’s been following her all morning—and frantically cleaning and organizing any room they’re in… even if he’s already cleaned it the day before. She’s been walking around to try and get this child to come out on time because if anything, aside from wanting to hold them and love them after the hell it took to get here, she wants Drake off her back, watching her like a hawk. At least when the baby is here, there’s a reason for him to follow her around. But this? She’s pregnant, not helpless.

She sighs, reaching the gym, phone connecting to the stereo. She convinced Drake that the bushes should be trimmed, so that got him away and she (barely) managed to change into tennis shoes, already wearing leggings and one of Drake’s old, too big shirts since they had no obligations. She worked until last week, until Liam nearly forced her to relax and made sure that all of her obligations were handled and covered. She could work today. But—

“Jaela!” gasps Drake, entering the room. Jaela groans, music just started, but keeps walking going to the exercise ball, sitting on it. She sure as hell didn’t want to use any of the machines. “I thought you—”

“I’m fine, Drake. I just came down her to do a little workout on the ball.” Does bouncing on it count? Although, it’s her due date and the baby has no signs of wanting to make their grand entrance, so Jaela assumes that she makes the rules now. In the mirror’s reflection, Drake looks at her, worried, while she looks like a ball herself bouncing on the ball, hands on the sides of her stomach, braids high on her head, some slipping out. She looks like a swollen mess and he simply looks like a worries mess.

She sighs as he comes behind her, hands on her shoulders, massaging them. Well, this part of him being around her isn’t bad. “That should help, right?”

“Mmhm.” It does feels good, even if she just wanted to listen to some music alone. “Maybe. It’s worth a shot and it won’t tire me out that much.” And I wanted to be left alone but… “And they’ll come when they come, Drake. Trust me—when I go into labor, you’ll be the first person to know. I promise.”

Worry melts from his face, looking at her tenderly in the mirror. “I know. And I’m sorry I’m… overbearing? I just… after everything we went through, I want them and you to be safe. So…” Damn the shoulder massages feel good. Jaela looks up at him, smiling.

“You’re already being a protective father.” Jaela touches his hand, still bouncing on the ball. It helps her back, too. Been a damn lifesaver this whole time. “You’ve been a father since we found out. Before, really. They’re going to be so lucky, you know. Nothing bad is ever gonna happen to them.”

Drake chuckles, thumb circling her neck just right. Maybe they can get back to the having sex part of trying to urge this child to Earth….“That’s right. I’ll make sure of it.”

It is annoying to have him follow her around but… Jaela sighs happily, meeting his eyes in the mirror. There’s worse things he could do than want to wait on her hand and foot, truly. She can handle him. It’s just out of love.

“Oh my god. Drake. What the fuck. Stop cleaning!”

Jaela watched him in a twenty-minute span clean the counters twice. Dusted all surfaces twice. Fluffed pillows twice. She just wanted to watch some trashy TV and read a book in peace with her feet up—not hear Drake mutter about dust and how the pillows look lopsided over and over. But that’s all he’s been doing all morning, following her around room by room (allowing for a two-minute gap before his arrival), watching her with worry.

It’s been a week since the due date… and the baby seems more determined than ever to stay in there. Aside from the one close call—but the cramps stopping and the baby was back to normal, stretching in there. Even if they’ve been a bit quiet since the early hours of the morning and Jaela’s been brushing off light pain as Braxton Hick’s, or signs of far too early labor. For too early to go to the hospital for and to have Drake whining to her about how they should go there. So, she’s quiet about it, just wanting to relax—and not telling him that she knows the baby will come soon. Even if soon meant three days from now.

She wants peace. And he is the opposite. He’s annoying, really.

Drake turns, shocked, jaw dropped. “Jaela, I’m just cleaning for—”

“You’ve been cleaning for weeks now, Drake,” Jaela says, stern, petting Chance, always by her side. Her brows are furrowed and she frowns, glaring at him, voice sharp. “You’re nesting worse than me and you’re not the one with a seven pound—but really feels like thirty pound—baby in you who is taking their sweet time to come out. I want some peace and quiet—as we’ll never get it again—but I can’t with you around here.”

Is she being harsh? She’s too annoyed at her husband, looking like a wounded puppy, to care.

Jaela starts to stand, and Drake rushes to help, but she waves him off, pulling herself up, wincing at the sharpness in her back. Hand on her lower back, one on her stomach, Jaela looks up to him, eyes narrowed. “Jae, I’m just trying to help—”

That’s an idea. “You know what would help me,” Jaela says, waddling—more or less—to the kitchen, where their keys are. Drake and Chance follow. “Is you going to work.” She tosses him the keys, triumphant in her idea.

Drake frowns himself, holding them up, inspecting them as if they’re a foreign object. Granted, they haven’t left the duchy in over a week. Walked every inch of it together for a date… most nights in a row. But still. They’ve been on lockdown, just waiting for baby Abdi-Walker to say hello. “How…? I don’t want to leave you alone, Jaela.”

Jaela groans. “Just for a few hours, okay? Go to the palace, have a whiskey, answer some emails, sign some papers and then come back to me? Let me just… be… in peace? Can you please do this for me?” she pleads, going to him, hands on his chest. Drake caresses her stomach, resignation across his face. He can’t resist her when she pleads, batting her lashes, asking for a favor. “Like I said, I promise you’ll be the first one to know if I’m in labor and… and I highly doubt in the three hours that you’re gone I’ll be having a baby. Just a little break? Talk to Liam? Do something productive that isn’t wiping the counters to an early death, please?”

And like magic—of course—Drake sighs in defeat and kisses her tenderly, rubbing her stomach. “Fine. A few hours. Then I’m here until I return to work after the baby’s born, understand? And Jaela—don’t be a martyr—if anything happens—” Their eyes lock, his tone serious. Jaela knows in those chestnut eyes she hopes their child will have that he means it. “You call me, okay? Call me and I’ll be here to help you and we’ll be off to the hospital to have a baby. Understand?”

“Mmhmm…” She smiles wide, kissing the tip of his nose. “I do. Now… get to work. I need to catch up with some Housewives…” She taps his ass when he turns, rolling his eyes, and she giggles, happy for the peace and quiet—and settling dust—to come.

Although, an hour later, when the pain is constant her water breaks the second she’s out of the shower, all she can mutter is, “Well, shit.”

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Conflict of Interest : Cold Blooded, Part 2

Characters: Jaela Abdi-Walker and Kimiko Amaya (TRR MC’s)

Word Count: ~5,500

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Description: While Kimiko spends a day in luxury (glued to her phone), Liam’s final candidate for the open Royal Council seat has both him and Jaela up in arms, but for two entirely different reasons.

Author Note: Welcome back to Cold Blooded after... forever. This is a crossover TRR AU (that takes place post STB-verse) with @trr-fangirl‘s and I’s MC’s, Jaela and Kimiko. Part One is on our blogs if you need to catch up. Otherwise, thank you for reading and please enjoy! Both of our Masterlists are link in our blogs headers.

“Are you listening?”

Liam watched the incoming text messages flood his phone screen before locking it and turning his attention back to Jaela. “Of course, we were discussing all the candidates for our open Council seat.” He shot her a small smile, waiting for her attention to move elsewhere.

It didn’t.

“I can tell something else is bugging you, you know,” she said with narrowed eyes, coffee in hand. “Is it something at the palace?” She asked but he shook his head. It was Jaela’s idea to get him out of the palace and away from his usual routine. Brunch sounded like a nice idea and both their schedules were clear for the morning. But, these messages had nothing to do with his kingly duties— for once.

“It can wait, I assure you.” Jaela appeared ruffled, displeased with the shift of her shoulders. “Now, to our candidates.” He sat up in his chair and picked up a sheet of paperwork then handed it to her over the croissants and near empty plates, much laughter and talking-- and little work-- done over the first part of brunch.

She set down the coffee and stared down at the paper before taking it from him, frowning, “What’s this? I thought you brought the applications?”

Liam leaned back and grabbed his phone, lips quirked at the new message on there. “I’m not bringing confidential documents out of the palace, Jaela.” Jaela frowned deeper-- as he expected-- and he quickly texted back while Jaela scrutinized the six names on the list. “Besides, it’s brunch. I knew we wouldn’t get that much done, nor would you accept a stain on the applications.”

Jaela smirked at his all too accurate joke and met his eyes just as he sent off a message to…

“Kimiko…” she murmured, tapping the sheet. Liam gulped, adjusting his collar. Her emotions are clear as day, still, to him. He knows that tone. It’s unmistakable.

“Yes?” He said in his best attempt to mask his emotions around that name. He can’t tell her about Kimiko, not yet. If she found out…. “What about her? She’s a diplomat’s daughter, one of Cordonia’s most trusted, actually. One of my final six to fill the open seat.” Why am I worried if Jaela finds out? Wouldn’t she be happy for me? Focus, Liam.

“Just…” Jaela pushed hair over her shoulder, wrinkling her nose. The sun hits her cheeks just right, highlighter sparkling across the planes of them. Liam blinked, rapidly, and glanced away. “She’s the only one here not on mine.” As if Jaela expected this, she pulled out her own list, passing it to him. Indeed… all the same, except her. Liam bit the inside of his cheek to hide the disappointment from her. Why did her opinion matter so much, still?

Jaela placed the list down and picked up her coffee, finishing it off, eyes still on Liam’s list before her. On the name flashing on his phone. “So, who is the diplomat?” She asked, her eyes still on the paper.

“Mr. Takashi Amaya. His wife is an esteemed lawyer in Japan.... My father worked with them occasionally before he stepped down.”

Jaela repressed a snort, but raised her eyebrows high, instead. Her opinion of his father didn’t change, he should have expected that. Probably not the best thing to first mention about her…. “Seems like you know a lot about her…?”

He shrugged, his eyes still glued to his phone. Kimiko. “Hm, I wouldn’t say that. We are talking about her parents who work for our country, are we not?”

Liam did not miss the dramatic roll of her eyes, or the frustration she exuded again. Well, what did she expect him to say? To offer? He had to keep neutral, emotionless in the matters of Kimiko.

Jaela sighed and finished the last bite of her food, meeting his eyes with a sip of her water, her mind filled with a million questions she wanted to say, wanted to ask, but knew it would be futile.

What was the point of asking him any more questions when he was going to dodge them all? There was something up. Liam couldn’t keep his eyes away from that phone, nor did she miss his controlled speech when he spoke about this Kimiko despite the slight flush to his cheek when she said her name. Just because he could smoothly deflect one minor question doesn’t mean he could for all of them. But she had to leave it at that. At least she had one idea of why she was on his list.

There was another reason, too, Jaela just knew. But for now...

“I’ll look into her application tonight but you should do the same for Brianna-- since you didn’t consider her either,” she muttered, standing up and smoothed down her skirt, flicking her gaze to him… Liam looking respectfully away, of course...and to his phone. Jaela ignored the flutter of a long distant pang and picked up the papers. “So, you’ll look into Brianna’s app?”

Liam looked up at her, lips tight, but a smile was there. So he wasn’t too annoyed. Or whatever. He was too easy and too hard to read all at once. “Yes, of course. The same for you to Kimiko’s application.”

“I’ll give it a through second look tonight, Liam,” she agreed, smiling as well. “I’ll see you at the meeting later and...” Jaela bit her tongue, resisting making a joke about whoever he was texting. Something told her it wouldn’t go over well. So, she gave his shoulder a squeeze instead and headed towards to front her car, she had a lot to go over before the meeting, Kimiko’s name burning on the page.

She had a feeling, that’s all. She couldn't tell if it was good or bad, either. Jaela hated those limbos-- the between. Lord knows her and Liam experienced enough of that, already.

“Oh, my gosh! This would look gorgeous on you, Kimiko!” The older woman, Avery, enthused from across the large, empty boutique. She rushed over to her younger sister and held up a bright pink floral dress. “Look!”

Her dark brown eyes flicked up from her phone-- I can’t wait to see you again-- for a split second before pulling out the lollipop in her mouth. “Oh, hell no,” she snapped then placed the candy back into her mouth and continued to tap the screen rapidly, heartbeat faster than her fingers. You have no idea how much I miss-- Ew no, don’t be clingy-- :) -- no, you’re not a child-- I can’t wait to see you too, Liam-- better. Good. Perfect.

“Oh, come on! It’s so pretty and I bet your little friend would love to see you in anything else than but black!” Avery whispered mischievously.

Kimiko ignored her sister’s comment but she couldn’t hide the heat that rose in her body as she thought about.... She cleared her throat and turned to her sister, a faint blush still on her cheeks. “I don’t want to wear a pink fucking dress, Avery!”

Avery rolled her eyes and tossed the dress into the nearby tailor’s face then shooed him away. “You’re so damn annoying! You need some color in your life… God, you’re so basic--”

“Will you shut the hell up already?!” Kimiko shouted, her eyes shooting daggers at her sister.

Avery threw her hands up into the air as she stalked off to the leather couch. “Fine! Don’t ask for my help if you’re just going to yell at me. You’re notorious for doing that shit.” She plopped onto the chair and kicked off her heels. But not even a moment later, a smirk appearing on Avery’s face. “Now, tell me about this girl you met at the club the other night.”

Of course. Avery would do anything to get her fill of gossip. It was her guilty pleasure, besides being an instigator. Kimiko raised an eyebrow and slid her phone into her back pocket, giving her sister the undivided attention she wanted from the start. Liam can surely wait. And I thought I was the clingy one…

“Oh… Her,” Kimiko mumbled, a flash of annoyance spreading across her features. Her face always told on her… no matter what emotion she was feeling. Everyone in the room knew.

Avery snickered-- her tone mocking, “Aw, what did the big bad duchess do to you? It’s not often that little Kimi gets upset over some chick.”

“Well, that chick is the reason why my top smelled like whiskey!” She blurted while eyeing the jewelry section a little ways away from her. Her sister laughed again and Kimiko narrowed her eyes. “The hell is so funny?”

Avery flipped her hair, “You’re seriously still pissed about that... when that same woman holds your career in the palm of her hands? Tch, someone needs to get their priorities straight.” The smile on Avery’s lips spread wider when Kimiko didn’t respond. “Tell me I’m wrong. I dare you.”

Kimiko’s nostrils flared. “What are you trying to say?”

The older sibling shrugged, nonchalantly. Kimiko hated when she did that. Avery knew exactly where she was going with her little speech— she just wanted to be difficult. “I don’t know, Kimiko.”

“Whatever, Avery. I don’t have time for your stupid mind games. Besides, I’m pretty sure Daddy will raise hell if I’m not on that council. I’m not worried about her,” Kimiko said with a mischievous smile on her face as she finally made her way to the jewelry section.

Avery frowned and pursed her lips to keep from scoffing, “Using Father’s power, huh?”

“Well, you certainly don’t give a shit about him and your guess as to where our brother is as good as mine. So, why not use my daddy?” She asked, her black stiletto nails ran over the enclosed case of expensive necklaces and bracelets, eyes glittering as she studied each of them. A small, almost unnoticeable smile appeared on her lips when her sister didn’t come back with a witty retort.

Avery ignored her sister’s dirty comment as she walked over to her. She leaned onto the case, her eyes burning with something more than just anger… Her eyes burned with resentment. And Kimiko knew all the reasons why.. Even if she continued to block them out. “He’s a shit person and you know it.”

Kimiko opened her mouth to reply, she still felt the need to protect him.. To protect her father. After everything he’s done for her in order for her to get this far in the political world… She felt obligated to. But the persistent vibration in her back pocket told her otherwise, she’d have to save that argument for another day. He wanted her attention. Her hand flew to her back pocket just as Avery looked over at her.

Avery looked at the phone in her hand and shook her head, “Can’t even hold a conversation.” She muttered before she called over an employee to open the enclosed case.

Despite the overwhelming urge to roll her eyes, Kimiko unlocked her phone and began to type right away, ignoring the world the best way she knew how to.

Jaela thumbed through the small stack of applications on her desk, skipping over some to get to what she was looking for. She stopped when she found her name and pulled it out. Leaning back in her chair, her eyes flew across the words, though she took moments to carefully scrutinize her qualifications and the apparent reasons Liam felt that she was right for the job. Reasons he wouldn’t elaborate on.

Jaela scribbled down notes as she read, biting the tip of her tongue. “Why does he want you so much…” she muttered as she read where she was from, how old she was, her experience, how long she lived in Cordonia and any given information about her time in Japan. There were no flaws in her application.... Not even one. This woman may have even been more capable than the candidate she picked. But... there was something still wrong.

Something that didn’t feel right about this applicant.

Kimiko Amaya...

She placed the application back into the stack and pulled out her keyboard, her fingers hovering over the keys, for what she didn’t know, after all, she did tell Liam she would do a thorough investigation, but there was a short knock on her office door that pulled her away from seeing that name before her eyes.

“Dinner?” Drake said, smiling, hot plate in his hand. Jaela smiled and stood up, greeting him with a kiss, taking the plate.

“Thank you for bringing me dinner,” she said. “I’ve gotta look into this… Kimiko Amaya… for a bit.” Drake raised an eyebrow and followed her to her desk, setting his hands on her shoulders, massaging them.

“You didn’t this afternoon?”

Jaela nodded, head falling back, looking up at her husband, plate set on the desk to the side, hands on his wrists. “Nah, too busy with the Council, bills and stuff to sign. But… I promised I’d give her another look, like Liam promised he’d look at my candidate.”

Drake offered a reassuring squeeze and leaned down, kissing her forehead. Her wore an odd expression, one she can’t read, but it didn’t matter. The chicken smells good. “Alright. Just don’t stay up too late, okay? I love how hard you work, but I love my wife more.”

She smiled, circling her thumbs over his skin. “I promise. You’ll get all the cuddles tonight.”

He smirked and ran his hand to the back of her neck. She shivered at his tender and tantalizing touch, biting her lower lip. He’s certainly tempting… but she needed to work for just a bit longer. “And more…?”

She rolled her eyes and smirked, kissing his palm, squeezing his hand. “I’m sure this can’t take too long, but if somebody is making me procrastinate…” She hinted with a pointed eyebrow raise, Drake shaking his head and chuckling.

“Alright, alright,” he said with one final kiss. “Don’t work too hard, Abdi. I’m sure we’ll have a lively debate tomorrow about who to choose for our final six.”

“I won’t,” she said, and that was enough to get Drake to finally leave, leaving the door cracked. She let out a small sigh and glanced at her monitor, ready for a truly thorough look into the life and qualifications of this Kimiko.

In a few minutes, multiple tabs were open-- some articles (various tidbits of gossip about her family, not that gossip held any weight in her decision) , some social media (she seemed to like champagne and martinis and getting paid for advertisements) and others of general information about her and her family… and their history, so to speak.

Maybe it was excessive. She shouldn't have gone beyond the application, which has everything and more-- after all, she didn’t do this much digging with the other candidates she reviewed. But she was serious about her research and she hoped Liam was the same way. After all, these were the two candidates they disagreed on, so perhaps more was required than a second look at their applications.

Jaela blinked and swallowed the chicken, refocusing on the screen. Enough of her thoughts. She had notes to take, replacing the empty dinner plate with a notebook as she truly dug into the mystery of why Liam wanted Kimiko Amaya so badly on the council… and why he blushed over this woman. First things first… one thing was for sure, her social media was always updated.

The last post was from three hours ago and it was of a boutique somewhere in the capital with the caption, ‘All to ourselves’ with tons of heart emojis next to it. Jaela raised an eyebrow as she continued to scroll through her feed, tons of pictures of bags from designer stores, at extravagant events with the same few people or out in the city with another woman, her sister, most likely. Had to be… But something about her seemed familiar. Oddly familiar. Nothing usually got past Jaela but this woman surely did. But she’d didn’t have time to rack her brain to why she looked familiar, not when there were notes to draw up.

The more Jaela scrolled through her social media, the more annoyed she got. She had only scrolled past a handful of photos and announcements about charity events she attended, one of her working in the Apple Orchard catching her eye but that was the year before and there wasn’t much else after it.

Just of her partying... or shopping. Such a revolutionary pick over Brianna. Liam probably didn’t even look at Kimiko’s social media, he barely knew what a hashtag was-- “Hey...” Jaela jumped and turned to look at the door. She bit her lip when she saw the expression on Drake’s sleepy face. It had been almost two hours since he left the first time. “I thought you said--”

“I’m sorry. I’m coming right now,” she muttered and began to log off her desktop and clean up around her desk. Bedtime. She said she’d give Kimiko a second look… and she did, through nearly every photo, including one of of her shoes… on that carpet…. Something nagged in the back of her mind, but she tried to push it back, letting her sleepy husband lead her to their room, Chance happily waddling at their feet.

Jaela tried.

She really, really tried to fall asleep, to accept that she looked at all she could and her mind wasn’t changed about this girl. Her social media was enough to disqualify her. Let alone her family, even if her father was a friend of the crown. Did Liam really want a woman with such little world experience to help run a country? He was better than that. She knows him.

But hours later, Drake snoring quietly next to her, out like a light (and he would be, she knew exactly how to get him dead to the world), Jaela stared at the canopy top of their bed, covers up to her chest. She can’t sleep. She can’t quiet her mind. She can only think of this Kimiko, a disastrous fit for the council once you looked past the paper. Her damn pictures… flaunting her travels and wealth for the world, despite only wearing basically black and white (did the girl not know how to wear color?), she still has to show off everything that says, “I haven’t worked a hard day in my life and only took Daddy’s money to get where I am”, even if those shoes are mediocre at best, and with that carpet-- fuck, that carpet.

Jaela’s heart leapt into her throat, eyes wide, cool dread settling form head to toe. His carpet.

Silently, she slipped out of bed and threw on a robe, wide awake and back into her office with the half finished notes and bullet points of her argument to Liam as to why Kimiko cannot be a part of the Royal Council. Chance followed her and curled at her feet as the desktop loads to right where she left off. All tabs opened, and back to her social media, array of pictures, whether genuine or a paid advertisement, that are everything Jaela doesn’t want to be associated with before her.

Jaela scrolled to the picture that left her so unsettled. Shoes, they’re just shoes, that stupid #ad in her caption. She frowned. The carpet is… it’s so familiar. It looks like… Liam’s office. Jaela gulped hard, stomach twisted at the mere thought, the possibility. Does Liam not realize that she’s a conflict of interest then? But… Jaela leaned back, rubbing her eyes with a heavy sigh. Liam’s not the only one who has to have a carpet like that… and he’s not the only powerful person she would visit.

“Does he even know her…” Jaela mumbled turned her attention back to her notes. If she was going to argue against this woman who was clearly not fit, she needed good points. Everything about her social media proved one thing: she was a liability and so was her family. Jaela needed to prove Liam wrong, to prove that she was right. It wouldn’t be her first time doing so….

And before long, Jaela was knee deep in articles, looking through this woman’s tweets, as much as her Facebook as she could, her friends, family-- almost as fucked as hers--, and everything about this woman, her dark eyes staring through the screen, boring into hers. Jaela’s notes made barely any sense as the night dragged on, words turning into scribbles, sentences half complete ideas, reasons to argue against her weak and repetitive, but she just-- she couldn’t describe it-- she needed to protect Liam from this woman, she thought in her half asleep daze, scrolling through those pictures again, wondering why she looked so familiar. There’s no reason why she needs to do this search, digging everything, printing out articles, other than a gut feeling, present even as she nodded off.

“Gotta… protect… she’s a liability…”

“Time for bed, Abdi,” Drake whispered in her ear, arms coming around her. He lifted her into his arms. She tried to resist, but it was weak, head on his chest, hand on that damned scar. And she was sound asleep before he set her on the bed. Drake kissed her forehead and tucked her in with a frown, brushing hair off of her cheek. “Why do you care so much about her?” he whispered, question only heard by Chance, dutifully curled at Jaela’s feet.

“I have to ask, Jae,” Drake said after spitting out his toothpaste. Jaela paused brushing, then continued, waiting for him to carry on. “Why are you so… hyper-fixated on this Kimiko girl? If you don’t want her…” Drake kept his voice pretty even. Huh. Pretty alert for the morning, too. But… Jaela spit out her toothpaste in her sink, eyes narrowed in the mirror on him. “Why not just tell Liam no? Why did you need to... I don’t know…” He trailed and looked away, hand through his wet hair.

“Finish your sentence.”

Drake sighed, gripping counter edge. “Why did you need to look her up like that? You know Liam didn’t do that to yours. Are you… intimidated by her or…?”

She blinked, incredulous. Her? Intimidated? “Me, intimated by her? Drake, you’ve got to be kidding me.” She wiped her mouth, then ran the water, getting some on her face before the cleanser. “I’m just... “ How could she explain this to him? The carpet? She’d seem crazy if she threw accusations like that into the air. “I have a gut feeling that she won’t work as a council member. I don’t know… she can’t be on, that’s all I know, Drake.”

He frowned and watched her, tugging on his hair. Jaela paused cleaning her face, then continued with a racing heart. Drake knew something, didn’t he? “She seems okay on paper, Jaela. It’s invasive to look her up like that. It’s not like we’re selecting anybody today.”

Jaela shook her head and rolled her eyes before washing off the bubbles. “It’s just a gut feeling. And when Liam listens to my arguments against her today, he’ll agree. That’s all, Drake. She’s not a fit, I’m glad I investigated her as much as I did, and I’m certainly not intimidated by a girl who hasn’t worked a day in her life and had everything handed to her. That’s final.”

She would have preferred a more impassioned response from Drake but she didn’t comment on his shrug, nor the way he said, “If you say so,” while avoiding her eyes in the mirror, leaving the bathroom after that. Maybe she seemed crazy. But she was right-- she knew it. Kimiko Amaya wouldn’t set one designer sponsored foot inside the council chambers.

“I wish I could have breakfast with you before the meeting but my father wants me in Japan, ASAP. You understand, right?”

Liam stared at her message before replying back with sincerity, trying his best to hide his disappointment. Of course he was looking forward to having breakfast with her. He wanted to see her dark brown eyes, her cute smile and even the wrinkle in her nose when she laughed. She was his good luck charm and that’s why he wanted to see her. Yet, maybe things would run smoothly without seeing her. She couldn’t always be around... but he hoped that small inconvenience would change very soon.

“Of course I understand, Kimi. Have fun at your charity event.”

He put his phone down on his desk, a sigh leaving his lips as he wiped his eyes. Seeing her would have made his day ten times better but he couldn’t let her consume all of his thoughts, he had a country to run and an all important council meeting to attend. But it didn’t take long for her to text back and for a smile to appear on his face.

“I will for the both of us! Good luck in the meeting!”

That’s all he needed. For the next two hours, Liam handled proposals and bills and trade negotiations-- and gave Brianna’s application a final look (Kimiko was far more qualified and deserved to make it to the next round, in his objective opinion), texting Kimiko here and there, grinning each time her name popped up, a welcome distraction to the paperwork on his desk. She was… something special. A bright spot in his life, growing brighter each day, the days without her dragging and the days with her passing by too fast.

There was minutes until the council meeting that would narrow down the candidates to the final six. For a brief second, his stomach twisted-- he knew what would face him in there: Jaela. Unless she agreed with his choice to move Kimiko on to the next step… but he knew her. Did she ever back down from her convictions?

Liam stood up from his desk and grabbed all the essentials-- the applications, his notes and pens when his phone lit up. Just a simple reminder about the meeting but there was an overwhelming urge to text her back. A quick text wouldn’t cause him to be late. He picked up the phone again and sent a quick message to her:

“Would you be up for a date when you come back?” He hadn’t even looked away from his phone-- she texted him back so quickly.

“Yeah, anything to spend more time with you.” With that, he slipped his phone in his pocket and exited his office with a smile on his face. The meeting would go as he expected, he knew it. Jaela had to change her mind after reviewing Kimiko’s application; she’d love her when they’d officially meet, and hopefully forget about that drink spilling incident. She’d see he’s never been happier and would welcome Kimiko into the council and friend group with open arms. For the first time, things would go as planned in his life. It’s what he had to believe, still smiling from Kimiko’s texts.

Liam silently greeted his staff as he quickly walked through the hallways, glancing at his watch. He was already running a bit behind just from sending a quick text message (though, it was worth it). It wasn’t like him to be late and it would start the meeting on the wrong foot if he was. He sighed in relief after rounding a corner when he noticed Hana and Maxwell entering the council room and not a minute too soon. But that wasn’t the only thing that caught his eye as he approached, people filtering into the chambers.

Jaela covered her mouth as she let out a short yawn, her appearance was spot on as usual but even the makeup she wore couldn’t cover the bags under her eyes. Not to mention how she appeared to move slow, further evidence that it seemed as if she didn’t a wink of sleep. He contained a frown. It’s Jaela. She worked tirelessly on anything-- there was no way she stayed up all night over Kimiko.

When she noticed Liam, she gave him a small nod, pausing for a moment to adjusted the files in her arms. Liam moved quickly, noting the notebook filled to brim with words-- but before he could get a good look at it, she turned and slipped into the room with another yawn.

Drake looked up from his phone after Jaela entered the room and locked eyes with Liam. Liam stopped-- dare he ask Drake what was going on?-- and then moved to stand next to Drake, leaning against the wall. Liam gulped as Drake searched his concerned face. Drake didn’t need to speak for Liam to know what had happened, why Jaela was so tired. Liam knew his visions of what should happen… wouldn’t be that easy, even with Kimiko being his good luck charm. Why can’t things be easy? Doesn’t he deserve to get what he wants, too?

Yet, despite Liam knowing what would happen, he had to ask. “Is Jaela alright? She seems particularly tired.”

Drake nodded, a hand deep in his pocket. “She’s fine. She was…” he paused, apparently search for the words. Liam nodded, urging him to continue. Drake sighed, apologetic brown eyes meeting Liam’s worried blue eyes. “She was up until like three or four, I forget, doing research on you know who,” he said quietly.

Liam’s stomach dropped and he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, containing his reaction. There was no denial that Jaela might have dug a little deeper than Kimiko’s applications. But how deep? He couldn’t deny the flare of anger within him at the possibility that Jaela overdid it, infringing on Kimiko’s privacy by prying into parts of her life that would be erroneous to her qualifications and work as a council member. It’s no surprise: but how far? Why was she up that late? “Of course…” Liam muttered, lowering his hand. “How… how much did she do?”

Drake shrugged. “... I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.”

Liam went to respond, to pester for more information-- he’s her husband, after all, Drake surely knows more-- but Jaela appeared in the doorway, glaring at the two. She tapped her foot with a frown. “I’m glad you two are having a thrilling conversation, but I believe we have a kind of important meeting to run. Come on.”

Drake and Liam grimaced and wordlessly followed Jaela into the chambers, doors shutting behind them. Liam took his seat next to Jaela, as usual, and she started the opening statement, voice not showing a sign of tiredness. While she spoke, Liam glanced down to her extensive notes.

Too extensive notes. One jumped out to him-- more so slapped him across his cheek-- and he clenched his fist on his knee while Jaela flawlessly began the council meeting. It read: “Reckless, Spoiled, Had everything handed to her, Flaunts her money around, Not worth a second look.”

Not worth a second look? How can Jaela think that? Assume that? If she’d actually meet her--

“I see you’ve done your research,” Liam whispered to Jaela as Hana spoke, about what Liam didn’t know, fire burning within him. Kimiko… she was worth everything. And Jaela didn’t give her a chance.

She shrugged, moving her notes closer to her, blocking her words from view. “I said it would be a thorough review of your candidate.”

Liam’s nostrils flared. “So, she’s not worth it but you’ll stay up till three researching her?”

Jaela narrowed her eyes. “You shouldn’t have looked at my notes, Liam. Besides, you’ll hear all of this.”

He wanted to pull her aside and discuss this now. But… he only clenched his fist tighter, thinking of Kimiko’s laugh, or how she looked at him after they kissed, under her thick lashes and like he was the only man in the world. “Oh, I can’t wait for you to enlighten me.”

Jaela brushed back her hair and smirked for one second. “You seem a little touchy about this candidate. Any reason why…?”

“None,” he snapped and looked away-- he couldn’t give into her prodding. This wasn’t the time nor place. If Kimiko made it past this round, and the next, and was selected… then they could know. He couldn’t give Jaela any more ammunition against the woman he was falling in love with day by day.

Falling in… the heat in Liam’s cheeks now wasn’t anger at Jaela’s false assumptions. Maybe, he’s falling for her. It would be the first time in years and it’s a love like he’s never experienced before-- and will do anything to hold on to.

He’ll do anything for Kimiko, no matter what Jaela thinks of her. He’s put his happiness on the backburner for too long for Jaela. She hadn’t even formally met her, so how could she formulate an opinion on her by just picture? But... None of that mattered anymore. Her thoughts didn’t matter-- but his happiness does. That’s a first for the first time years, too.

It felt… simply indescribable.

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Someday (Drake x MC) [NSFW]

Supposed To Be– Epilogue Part 1 of “Supposed To Be”

Part 1: Not Yet Part 2: Wait Part 3: Confused Part 4: Didn’t(NSFW) Part 5: I’m Pregnant Part 6: Choice (NSFW) Part 7: Future (NSFW) Part 8: FightPart 9: Show (NSFW), Part 10: It’s Yours, Part 11: Please, Part 12: How, Part 13.1: Queen (NSFW)13.2: Queen (NSFW-ish), Part 14: Ready, Part 15: I Think, Part 16: Acceptance, Part 17: Okay, Part 18: Goodbye, Part 19: Squeeze, Part 20: It’s Over Part 21: Loved, Part 22: Here (NSFW), Part 23: Ours (NSFW), Part 24: Supposed To Be (NSFW)

Word count: 5,137

Pairing: Drake x Jaela

Rating: M; NSFW

Warnings: Language; NSFW

Summary: In part one of this epilogue, Drake and Jaela enjoy their honeymoon-- and Liam has something he'd like to share with Drake and Jaela: his family.

Suggested Song Accompaniments: Electric-- Alina Baraz feat. Khalid

Notes: Kinda can’t believe that this is the 2nd to last chapter of Supposed To Be. It’s... wow. I can’t get teary writing this. That said, part two will be posted next week-- bringing this plot, this story, these characters... this... story that made me realize I wrote things that people liked... to an end. I’m forever grateful. Please, please enjoy what you’ve been waiting for: Liam’s happy ending. MASTERLIST

Thunder crashed and rain pounded on the roof of the cabin, but Jaela paid no attention as she hummed to herself, stirring the pot with warming milk and cocoa, wearing nothing but Drake’s classic shirt. It fell to the tops of her thighs, just below the curve of her ass. It had been a common outfit during their honeymoon, clothes worn and then shed and forgotten an hour later, Jaela preferring to don his shirt or nothing at all in the complete and utter privacy of his— their— cabin, safe and warm.

After the insanity of their wedding and the state of the country… this was preferred, sealing themselves away for three weeks as Mr. and Mrs. Walker.

The corners of her swollen lips— from the series of searing kisses hours ago, before the rain came, in the shed— Jaela merely wanted to see what it was like to fuck in there, since they hadn’t done it there yet and their time was almost up to return to the real world—lifted. Well, she was still Abdi. “Mrs. Abdi-Walker,” she whispered to herself, stirring the hot chocolate, throwing dash of whiskey in the pot. Her rings shone, shiny and bright under the warm kitchen lights.

Their children would have the hyphened name, someday. Someday, Jaela mused, touching her flat stomach, thinking back to the time on their balcony during the lantern lighting festival, their future escaping from their lips, now so close, even if someday was… definitely not anytime soon.

She played with the button of the shirt when the door opened, Drake entering, soaked the bone, determined to fix the leaky shed. Jaela turned off the stove and moved the pot to the countertop, whipped cream, whiskey, and two mugs already out. She unbuttoned the top two buttons, gaze steady on Drake who didn’t see her.

She bit her her lip, watching him strip, white shirt clinging to his body, highlighting every taunt muscle. His hair stuck to the sides of his stubbled face, one that felt so good in-between her thighs. He pulled off his shirt, revealing the slick skin, one she worshipped day and night, marked with a variety bruises, compliments of her, every bruise eliciting and moan of gratitude from him. There was only the scar from the bullet, one she kissed every time and willed away. The small trail of hair leading down into the waistband of his jeans was pressed flat against his skin, Jaela’s fingers running down it time and time again. Even when they weren’t making love— out on the trails, while fishing, watching a movie together, or when they went to the store to stock up on food, she sneaking a chance to touch him in a back aisle.

Shifting in her spot, Jaela unbuttoned another button, revealing her cleavage, warmth pooling between her legs as she watched… her husband. Shoes kicked off, and soon the jeans followed suit, landing in a wet pile on top of the shirt, leaving him only in his boxers, hanging low on his hips. Jaela unbuttoned another button at the sight of his bulge underneath the… thin, thin fabric, clinging to his body. He shook his head and then pushed the brown hair back. “Abdi?” He called. “Can you get me a shirt? I fixed the shed and—“

He stopped, eyes falling to her in the kitchen from across the living room. A pulse of heat raced throughout her, seeing how he relaxed, bulge growing— or maybe it was her imagination— eyes taking all of her in. She leaned on the counter, eyebrow raised. The peaks of her nipples were clear through the shirt, buttoned past her breasts— but not showing everything to him. “You look like you could need a dry one.”

“I could,” he growled, stepping closer. “You seem to have one on.”

“Mmm,” she whispered, straightening, stepping back further into the kitchen, steam rising from the pot, hands at a button just above her navel. “I do. But this is for me to wear. I found it first.”

He reached the counter and licked his lips, shirt opening to reveal her navel, one where he lavished kiss after kiss over before diving lower. His cock twitched, starting to harden. Jaela smirked, meeting his heavy, wanting gaze. “I think I need it back.”

The shirt parted perfectly, covering her breasts but leaving enough for him to imagine, eyes going to the valley between her chest every other second. “But…” Jaela said, slow, hands moving lower, to the button just above the apex of her thighs, just enough to reveal her hips, and the beginning curve of her waxed pussy, still bare because she was willing to endure the pain to feel every single touch from his tongue or fingers, dick sliding into her with ease, Drake whispering about how she had the best pussy he’d ever had, forgetting everything that wasn’t uniquely her. “I don’t have anything else on under here.”

“Nothing?”

The button was free, only the top of her mound on display— nothing more. Drake growled, a low and appreciative sound, eyes darkening as they had so many times before the the three weeks of pure heaven. “Nothing. Have to stay warm and dry somehow. So, it’s mine.” He reached his hand out but she turned, returning to the hot chocolate, carefully pouring it between the two mugs— and careful in her motions to keep the shirt carefully placed.

She knew he was watching her every motion, and the idea of his hungry gaze just made her wetter, the anticipation of him fucking her almost too much to keep this game going. But, she poured whiskey into the mugs. Thunder rumbled, but she didn’t miss the sound of his boxers landing on the tile, or his footsteps approaching from behind. She hummed again, wiggling her ass to the beat, stirring the spiked hot chocolate, and then garnished them with whipped cream. This can was for food. The other was empty— and not from putting it on dessert.

His hands came on either side of her, gripping the countertop. Her breathing hitched, only for a second, feeling water drip around her feet and his hot, hot skin so close to hers, still wet. She took the spoon and squirted some whipped cream on it, not looking behind her and she felt the tip of his cock pressed against her ass. Slowly, deliberately, she brought the spoon to her mouth, flipping it to lick the whipped cream off, Drake hissing as it ran down her tongue, sweet cream on her tastebuds, filling her mouth this his cum did, time and time again.

“You better take that shirt off now before I rip it off you, Walker.” She froze, then swallowed the whipped cream, dropping the spoon, it clattering to the floor. Drake smirked, and used one hand to play with the ends of her hair. “You gonna pick that up? I didn’t drop it.”

“You just want to see my ass.” A tug on her hair, lips at her ear.

“I want to see all of you. Pick it up. Now.” He released her and stepped back. Jaela spared a glance to his cock, stiff and fully hard, ready for her.

She licked her own lips and bent over, giving into his wishes. He hissed between his teeth, hand going to his cock, eyes only looking at her. “Fuck…” She retrieved the spoon, standing up at just a slow pace, and turned around, finally unbuttoning the last button, body nearly on fully display for him.

Like so many times before, locked away from the world and everything that tried to pull them apart, they came together in a fury of kisses. Drake gripped her breasts, pushing the shirt off her shoulders, rolling her nipples with expert care. Her lower back pressed against the counter top and she early stroked him, thumb circling the head of his cock with every stroke, quiet, happy moans shared between the two, familiar with each others touch— and never tiring of it.

Before too long, after neck kisses and creating two more bruises on Drake, he lowered his head to her left breast, capturing a nipple between his lips, tongue dancing around the delicate skin, flicking the nipple, while his hand slipped between her legs and applied gentle pressure to her clit, small, teasing circles that urged for more.

She circled her own hips, head thrown back, gipping the countertop, his name slipping through the sounds of the storm. It didn’t take long— already riled from fucking in the shed and from teasing him— for her to come undone, chest heaving against his mouth when she came from his fingers, walls clenching around the two that slipped in, Drake whispering, “Good girl,” in her ear when he came up, tasting her from his fingers, then kissing her, tilting her chin up.

They kissed, moving to a counter without anything on it. He held her close in his arm, lips barely leaving hers as he opened a door, opened box of condoms in it. Jaela smiled as he put one on, tossing the foil to the floor. “And you thought I was joking when I said we needed a box in every room,” she whispered against his lips.

Drake chuckled, hand returning to her side, lips parting. “I should have learned a long time ago to not underestimate you, Abdi.”

Jaela grinned, left hand on his chest. “First rule of being a husband. Your wife is right. Now…” She went on her toes to whisper in his ear, “How do you want to take me?”

“Turn around,” he said huskily, and Jaela listened, Drake wasting no time to enter her. First, he held her hips, then, one hand slid up her back, over the shirt to reach around to squeeze a breast. He kissed the side of her neck bringing her back to his chest, hand gentle on the front of her neck, fingertips tilting her chin up, their eyes locked on each other, love overpowering and demanding and wordless.

He was at first quick with his thrusts, long and hard— like she always begged for— but as the storm raged, their eyes only locked on each others, bodies so close, honeymoon winding down, he slowed, then stopped, still in the same position, cock against her back. “Why’d you stop?” She murmured, missing the sensation of him stretching her, but also… something was perfect about the moment, in his embrace.

“To do this,” he softly said, separating from her. He slid off the shirt, it falling at their feet. Then, he scooped her up into his arms. She rested her head against his shoulder, arms around his neck, as he turned off the kitchen light, and went to the living room, in front of the fireplace burning, cackling with warmth, an assortment of blankets and pillows already laid over the rug, both of them finding making love in this spot the best on day three. It was also a prime nap spot.

But, he set her down and then lowered himself into her, kissing her at the same time as their hips met. “I love you,” Jaela whispered between the kisses, arms around his back as he set a slow and tender pace, Jaela feeling everything. Every inch, every time he pulled out, every time he entered her again, stretching her— every ounce of his love that knew no bounds, yet was shown through his physical affection.

“I love you so… so… much, Jaela. You’re my wife. I’m always going to love you.”

“Me too,” she sighed, keeping his gaze, lips grazing each other, the sounds of the fire, skin on skin, her slick core, and the outside all blending together. “I’ll never stop. I can’t. You’re my everything. Everything. Past, present, f-future…fuck, I’m going to—“

“Come for me baby, come for me,” Drake urged, circling her clit. “Look me in the eyes when you come—“

Jaela urgently met his hips with hers, nails dragging down his skin. He increased his tempo in the slightest, and she lost herself to his eyes, so warm and full of love and desire and care, as she came, whispering his name and words of love through her shudders, waves of pleasure crashing through her— and him, seconds later, lips coming to hers as he came in the condom.

They didn’t move, still looking at each other, smiles on their faces, bodies against each other, holding them close, breathing in time with their heartbeats, beating against each other. “I love you,” they said together and then Drake pulled out, kissing her forehead.

Jaela pretend pouted when he stood up, pulling a blanket around her. “No cuddling?”

He grinned, shaking his head. “Let me get this off. Then get us that… hot chocolate you made. Though, no guarantees on if the name is still true.” Jaela sat up, blanket around her shoulders, a post-sex bliss smile on her lips. Drake returned a minute later. The hot chocolate was lukewarm, but Jaela didn’t mind as she leaned her back against Drake’s chest, whiskey warm down her throat. Drake tightened the blanket around them, chin on the top of her head.

They sat like that, watching the fire in quiet, occasionally words filling the space, but— for the most part— it was peaceful, just feeling each others warmth and comfort, no conversation needed to convey their love, their peace— at last.

The storm passed, and Jaela was gently shook awake by Drake. “Hmm?” She mumbled, stretching against his chest. “How long was I asleep? Is it morning?”

Drake laughed, brushing hair out of her face. “Just for a half hour or so. I was about to carry you to bed but…” He held up his phone, seeing a flurry of texts from Olivia. Jaela blinked the sleep away, instantly, a smile growing on her face. She gripped his thigh, reading the messages. Then, Liam’s name popped up and Drake switched to that conversation, Jaela’s heart soaring at the simple message.

She said yes.

“Again.”

“Liv—“

“I said again!”

Jaela rolled her eyes at Drake and Olivia’s bickering over him using hand sanitizer again before holding Diavolos, the tiny bundle in her arms. Drake sighed and applied more hand sanitizer. “Now sit down. With a pillow.”

“You know I have a nephew right? I can hold a baby.”

“Not this little,” she huffed, but Drake complied, sitting on a the couch, pillow under his arm. Then, Olivia carefully set the bundle in his arms. It warmed Jaela’s heart to see Drake with a tiny baby. Olivia tightened her robe and then sat next to him, fussing over the blanket. Drake looked up to Jaela, a smile on his lips. She returned it from across the room, and then looked up when Liam returned to her, holding Leo— the future King— in his arms after a diaper change.

They were three days old, the country in a celebration over the twins birth. Liam and Olivia weren’t even married a year and the country had its next generation, two at once, in a sudden whirlwind, the details of the pregnancy limited to the public. Of course, Drake and Jaela knew about the twins after the first trimester— they even helped paint the nursery for them— anything to support and love their friends growing family.

The three days were a flurry of activity with meetings and ignoring the press about the details of the heirs, but Jaela was finally glad that her and Drake could finally— finally— visit them and see the babies that Jaela felt kick here and there. Most of all, she was glad to see Liam so happy. Even happier than his wedding day, fatherhood shining on him like a star, smile never leaving, even if they cried at the same time.

“Do you want to hold him?” Liam asked, sitting next to her. Leo was asleep, little hands curled into fists. Jaela’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“I… hold him?”

“Of course, you’re his… godmother… after all,” Liam said, smiling sheepishly. Jaela blinked a few times, jaw dropped. Drake looked her way, surprised too.

“I…”

“I mean, if you want,” Liam said quickly. “We… Liv and I want you and Drake to be Leo’s godparents.”

“What about…”

“Leo’ll have Diavolos. You two have done more than he has so…” Jaela looked into his eyes, deep, trying to find an answer, a real reason. But, there was nothing hidden in those blue eyes. In the past year and some odd months, they’d been through a lot—so much— and yet, the pain of the past melted away with ease, easing from former lovers to friends with relative ease, making the country stronger every step of the way. And, of course, celebrating with Liam about his children, the life he always wanted— a family, and a real one at that. And now, it was here. And… despite it all, despite their shared pain and grief and the chance to become a family vanquished with one choice, one mutual decision, Liam was happier than ever, wanting Drake and Jaela to forever be a part of his children’s lives.

Jaela grinned. “Of course we will. And… and of course I want to hold him. It’ll be nice holding a baby that isn’t some strangers, as cute as they are.”

Liam smiled back and carefully set his son into her arms. Jaela’s eyes widened, feeling how light he was. And how small. She couldn’t remember the last time she held a newborn this young, if ever. She never really held babies much, only since becoming a Duchess did parents want a photo op here and there, but the baby was big, and animated, and not so delicate and tiny and….

Liam chuckled, adjusting her elbow and Leo’s head, setting a pillow under her arm. “Relax, Jaela, you won’t hurt him. You’ve never held a baby this little, huh?” Jaela didn’t look at Liam, just down at the baby, the future King, her Godson… who already looked so much like his father. She gulped, a nervousness twisting in her stomach. Would our baby have looked like… no, don’t think like that….

Jaela looked into Liam’s eyes, a faint smile on her lips. “He’s beautiful. Diavolos too.” She focused her attention to the tiny bundle, moving her one hand to touch his hand, then to stroke his soft cheek. She sometimes thought of the abortion, of her pregnancy, the sonogram carefully tucked in her nightstand drawer. She didn’t want to say the next thought in her mind, but…. “Do you ever think of how different our lives could have been?” She whispered, Leo yawning, opening his eyes for a moment— blue, just like Liam’s— before shutting them again. Their child definitely wouldn’t have had that eye color.

Liam set a hand on her back, Drake and Olivia quiet on the other couch. Jaela glanced to Drake and looked away, clearing his throat. Olivia knew about the abortion, of what happened— of everything— and she fussed over how Drake was holding Diavolos again. “Not too often,” he said, voice low. “But… sometimes.”

“When I do,” she admitted. She barely told Drake about these visions of what could have been; their dining room fit with a high chair, one of the guest rooms a nursery, sleep deprived from a crying baby, and not because of Drake’s body, but she sometimes did, maybe when a little too wine drunk, Drake always calming her down in the occasional bursts of guilt. Maybe she’d be with Liam, unhappy. Maybe she wouldn’t, Drake helping raise this child that wasn’t his, switching weekends and weekdays with Liam to co-parent. There were a million possibilities. But there was one thing that was never a doubt. “I… when I do, I know that you’d never be as happy as you are right now, Liam. You’re glowing. These babies… they were always meant to be here, to be your children.”

Leo squirmed and Jaela gasped, Liam laughing quietly. “Babies move, Jaela, you know that, right?”

“But he’s like three days old!”

Liam rolled his eyes and carefully took Leo from her, sitting back, completely relaxed and such a natural, already. Jaela leaned to the side, putting her finger into Leo’s palm, the newborn gently clasping his small hand around hers. She smiled, meeting Liam’s eyes, happy for the quiet confession. “But… yeah, I do too. And… you’re right. We wouldn’t be happy. None of us would. Not even Drake and Liv, though…”

“You did not just compare my child— your superior— to a Chihuahua which is basically a fucking cat, but worse and—“

“He’s small! That’s all I’m saying!”

“Ugh, you’re lucky this one isn’t your godson. Or the king. I’d make sure he’d have your head if you said that to Leo. They are part Nevrakis, after all.” Olivia took her son back, glaring at Drake who shook his head at Jaela, Liam and her giggling.

“Not unexpected, but… yeah… we wouldn’t be happy,” Liam finished and looked down at his son with a warmth and love Jaela never saw before. A man who got his wish, his dream: a family. A real one, at that. One with a woman who loved him and only him with the fierceness that no one could match. One with not one, but two children at once, both healthy and perfect and planned and wanted from the moment they were conceived, just a month after their marriage, waiting no more. One where he could look back and the past and want for nothing from it, only wanting the present, currently a small bundle in his arms, sound asleep and welcomed into the world with more love than he could ever know right now.

Liam’s dreams, all coming true. His true happiness. His true passion. Everything he deserved. Jaela removed her hand from Leo’s grasp and she kissed Liam’s cheek, smiling. He looked up from his son, almost as if he was snapping out of a daze. “Hmm?”

“This is the happiest I’ve ever seen you, Liam. Ever.”

“This is the happiest I’ve ever been,” he admitted, smile wide and her heart expanded five times. She didn’t break him completely. He didn’t need her for his happiness. He just needed his family.

The rest of the visit involved Olivia and Drake bickering some more, but she eventually let him hold Leo while Jaela held Diavolos, the two sitting next to each other on the couch. Jaela loved watching him with the babies, though, she imagined she was just as awkward, trying to figure out how to hold them, never quite getting comfortable, but comfortable enough. They posed for a picture together, heads touching.

Olivia and Liam looked at the photo while Drake bounced a squirming Leo, matching, knowing smiles on their lips. Drake and Jaela raised their eyebrows, glancing at each other. “What’s that look you two…” Drake said, cautious.

“Just…” Olivia showed them the picture. They both looked a little awkward holding them, but even Drake was smiling, and he barely did for pictures that weren’t of just them, taken in privacy. “Never seen you smile this much, Drake.” He flushed, glancing away.

Jaela bit her lip, a warmth coming to her cheeks, too. Liam and Olivia looked at one another again, a question clearly in the air, both debating on who should ask. Drake’s knee tapped hers and she tapped it back, and he looked at her, red faced. However, Jaela offered a smile and he relaxed, still just as red. “Are…” Liam started, then tried again. “Are you two thinking of starting a family soon? You two looked like naturals.”

“Please,” Jaela said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t lie, we’re awkward.” Nobody said anything after her and she gulped, Liam and Olivia clearly curious for an answer. “But uh… we— we haven’t discussed when we want to start trying….”

“Fair enough,” Olivia said, after the two of them looked at Drake. Jaela missed his expression, hair blocking his face. “Now, it’s probably time to feed these two so… and I don’t want to scare you off from not having children, so…”

Drake and Jaela willingly gave the twins to their parents, Olivia settling in the bed, Liam by her side, kissing her forehead, as they left hand in hand, her heart lighter than ever before. Drake was quiet on their drive back to their duchy, driving carefully, not really responding to Jaela’s comments, agreeing that Liam and Liv were both glowing and that the twins were small, like a Chihuahua, but maybe he shouldn’t have told Olivia that three days after giving birth and hours of labor. But, otherwise, he seemed quiet. Pensive, almost. It wasn’t until they parked, getting out, that it hit her.

Gladys greeted them, and she tugged on his hand before he headed towards the doors. “Yeah?”

“It’s a nice day. I want to go on a walk. Come with me?”

“Always,” he said. They walked in silence, both quiet, just listening to the sounds of their land, birds and water and wind and everything she didn’t know she needed in life, or even wanted, until she fell in love with Drake Walker— her husband, currently too quiet for her liking.

They paused where he built them a swing, one of the first projects he did once they were married. She sat and he joined, both swinging it as they had done so many times before, hands entwined. She said nothing at first, thinking of how to ask him. How to ask why he was so quiet. Why he turned so red at the mention of when they would start trying for children, a conversation they hadn’t revisited since the first lantern festival.

Finally, she said the words she wanted answers to, heart fluttering— taking her by surprise. “Did… did you get quiet when they asked about us having kids because… because you want to start trying soon? And… and don’t know how to ask me… or?”

Drake squeezed her hand, stopping the swing, running a free hand through his hair. “I… I… maybe,” he mumbled, looking down to her now, chestnut eyes warm and curious, the red back in his cheeks. Her stomach flipped and she touched it, Drake following her hand.

“You… you can tell me anything, you know.”

“I know, I know but…” he stroked her cheek, tracing her lips when he spoke. “With everything you’ve been through, and how you’re still… working through everything with the abortion—”

“I’m good, I swear. I’ve been out of counseling for a few months now.”

Drake smiled and kissed her forehead. “I know. I’m proud. You’ve come so far. But… I don’t know how to say that… that I’ve been wanting that ‘someday’ for children to be a lot closer than I think we both expected,” he paused, lowering his gaze to her abdomen… then touched it, her stomach flipping all over again, as his hand rested there. “For… for a while now.”

Jaela’s breath hitched, eyes widening. “How long?” They were nearly, always safe. Always used a condom and for the few times they didn’t— and if he wasn’t sure if he pulled out in time—, well, she picked up a morning after pill. One time she didn’t, but her period started the next morning and she didn’t know that she could feel relief like that ever again.

Drake gulped and she knew he was nervous about this confession, his truth. But, she wanted to know. She had to. They were going on two years of marriage in a few months. She always laughed it off when the older noble women would wonder why she wasn’t pregnant, or ask if she was trying for a child when she got water to take a break from whiskey and bubbly. It was too funny to her, these women trying to nose their way into her business— especially when she clearly had been drinking.

She knew the conversation was due to come up sometime soon, a real one, so she had to know how much he longed for their own little family. “Um… about six months into our marriage,” he confessed, entire face bright red.

Jaela’s mind went blank— that long?— as she stared at him for a few seconds. Almost a year of longing to have a child with her, the desire trapped in his mind, too nervous to tell her. Yet, as terrifying as the thought was at first, Jaela calmed and brought his forehead to hers, a smile on her lips. She wasn’t ready to start trying. He had to know that. But…

“Thank you for telling me. I didn’t know you wanted to be a dad so soon.”

Drake sighed. “Me either, until I married you and… and I couldn’t stop thinking about how you’d be with our child. How you’d love them and… just… you have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you that I want our someday to be… soon. And seeing you with the twins today… I just wanted to take you home and tell you that I wanted to start trying, now. But… but I can’t do that to you. Or expect you to even…”

Jaela smiled and kissed him, the swinging resuming. “I don’t know when I want to start trying,” she confessed. “And I don’t want to start talking about it yet. I don’t think I’m there yet, you’re right. I’m not sure when I’ll be, to be honest, even if it did warm my heart to see you holding them today. You… you definitely looked like a dad.” They separated, Drake wrapping an arm around her. She rested her head on his shoulder, both soaking in the view and the gentle touch of the other. “But…” How he looked with a child, in that photo, so happy. Like a dad. Like he was ready. Like the amazing father she thought he would be, thinking of how he’d play with their child and look at them like they were his world, too. “I think that someday is going to happen sooner than we thought, too.”

“Really?” He asked, perking up, voice higher than usual. Jaela giggled, hand on his chest, his heart beating so, so fast. Oh, he wanted a baby and looking up at him, Jaela knew that someday was… someday soon. How could she deny her own excitement at his joy? At the mere mention of even trying for a baby, not even talking about what would happen when they arrived?

“I promise. The next time I see a plus sign on a pregnancy test… well, I won’t be in a bathroom at JFK and think my world’s come crashing down. My world will have just begun.”

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