Stand By Me Darling
Chapter 367: The Pact

Chapter 367: The Pact

"Why do you not want four children?" Talia couldn’t understand.

"Let me tell you something." Arthur lay beside her and gently rubbed her back. "You know there are some rumours about the Brunton Curse? That the Brunton family is cursed to have only one heir a generation?"

"I know...But do you believe it?" Talia had heard about it. As far as she knew, her grandpa is an only child and so was his father. Her grandma died during her second pregnancy and so did her mother. If she thinks this way, the rumours cannot be dismissed as baseless.

"Your grandpa talked about surrogacy before he left for Rosandale."

"Whoa! He said we should use a surrogate?" Talia knew her grandpa is rather superstitious and wasn’t surprised he had such idea.

But he kept on saying he wanted triplets. What is that about?

"No, he insinuated it. But I know you won’t agree. He knows it too. He just threw that idea out in the open to say he’s not against it."

"You’re right. I don’t agree on having a surrogate carry our child unless I have no chance of carrying a child." Talia didn’t want to talk about it further. Motherhood is something she wants to experience. Especially after seeing Rebecca, she wanted to experience it much sooner.

"I know. I want you to carry our child too. I don’t want some other woman carry my child even though it would be yours too. I want to take care of you when you’re pregnant and want to hold your hand when you give birth. I want to handle your mood swings and run to the shop to buy the ice cream you crave in the middle of the night."

Arthur chuckled as he imagined Talia with a big belly and screaming at him.

It would be nice.

"You know an awful lot about pregnancy," Talia was surprised and she rubbed his cheek with her palm. Her heart filled with happiness realising he has such dreams too.

"Rod used to speak about it at times. I didn’t usually listen to him, but I had a general idea." he kissed her forehead.

Thinking about his children used to be a distant wish for him. but not anymore, right?

"But you’re weak, Iris. You know it yourself. So let’s talk about how many kids we have when the time comes. For now let’s settle on one kid two years later. We can get married next year and after one year of marriage, we can start trying for a baby. I’ll be over thirty and you’d be twenty nine and that would be perfect."

"You’re patronising me, Fred. I can smell your manipulation miles away." Talia leaned closer to his face. His manly scent made her feel weird in her stomach. "You always drag me to your pace."

She wanted to push back, but she failed as his big hand that was rubbing her back, now slowly inching to her chest.

And deep inside she knew he makes sense. Nothing can be planned to the tee. We can make plans as we go on, right?

"Do I?" his thumb pressed her sensitive pink bud as his index finger pulled the strap of her slip down her shoulder.

"Yes you do. I feel like I am the one who is mesmerised by you and yearn for you, while you casually say that I can find another man." Talia bit her lips as she swallowed a moan as his fingers started playing with her sensitive spot.

"I did say that. However..." he rolled over and pushed her under him. "I recall you’re the one who said first that you’ll find other men to make babies with." He licked her earlobe.

"I..." Talia’s back curved as he started to kiss and nibble on her ears and his fingers were fondling her soft clouds.

"You said you don’t mind. You don’t care-" she paused as his finger entered her cave of pleasures suddenly. She let out a loud moan as she felt pleasure just with his finger.

Arthur smirked seeing the little woman in his arms writhing in pleasure. She was kissing his chest and neck wrapping her arms around his shoulders and he was in the brink of losing his rationality.

Was he jealous? Was he angry? Yes!! But he knew she won’t get close to any man other than him. She cannot find another man interesting enough to want to sleep with him. If there is another man like that, he’d kill him before his Iris meets him.

But I am not going to tell her that!

"Why should I care when I know only I could make you sopping wet like this? You’re sucking in my finger hard. Do you want me to put it in?"

"Yes!" Talia pulled down his boxer and tried to grab his member, but her hands were captured once more. His thick and hot member rested on her abdomen as he loomed over her with his eyes locking with hers. Even in that dim light, both could see each other clearly.

"Not so fast, my sweet Iris. Promise me something first."

"What?" Talia lost her patience.

Not this again!

"What’s the hurry?" he moved his waist in a thrusting motion as his member rubbed between her legs.

"Put it in, Fred." Talia gritted her teeth and seeing his sly smile she lifted her head up ad bit his lips as hard as she can.

"Ah!" he let out a shout but then he bent and kissed her lips fiercely.

"Come on, Fred..."

"Let’s make a pact."

"A pact?" Talia moved her hips and grinded herself against him unable to bear that burning sensation of desire in her lower part. She still couldn’t understand how he could be this composed while she loses herself like this.

"That you’ll never sleep in a separate bed while we are under the same roof. Especially when you’re angry at me."

"That’s easy. I don’t like sleeping in separate bed either." Talia really didn’t mind this pact. She loved it.

"Good girl," he said and thrusted himself inside her.

The soft curtains of the windows swayed gently in the breeze, but the couple connected as one were not so gentle with each other as they pounded wildly expressing the passion they had for each other.

The next morning, Mrs. Grey who was worried the whole night thinking of the fight between their little Lady and future master of the house, was surprised to see them still in bed even after the sun has risen.

Even at on glance she could say the bed sheets were messier than usual and she inferred that they have had a wild night.

Good thing they reconciled!

Mrs. Grey closed the door softly not disturbing the couple sleeping soundly in each others arms.