Authors: LaVenia R. Boswell
“Mark, it was just fate. What can I say?” But he grinned wickedly at his friend.
“Have you told her yet?”
Jonathan looked questionably at Mark.
“That
you
have all the control over the sex and conception of a baby?” Mark finished.
“No, I haven't, and I don't want anyone else telling her either. That will be very hard to explain. I'll tell her when I feel the time is right.”
The two men talked on for a long time lost in the telling and listening of marriage secrets.
Finally Mark asked pointedly, “Then you think you'll wait a while before making her pregnant?”
“I don't know yet. And I don't want my hesitation known to anyone.”
Mark asked, “Do you think it will feel really good when you finally do it?”
“I have no idea, no one’s ever told me. Mark, sometimes you ask too many questions.” Jonathan slapped him on the back and said, “Come on, let's go eat before she feels I've abandoned her.”
“Oh, Jon, that reminds me, I went to the other wing and picked up some healing oil. After seeing how you had abused yourself this morning, I decided that you and probably Melody even more, would need it. It's on the vanity in
your
bathroom.”
“You didn't tell anyone . . . did you?” Jonathan asked embarrassed.
“I went to Dr. Toujo, he said that this will heal a scraped area. The hard part was asking if it could be used internally. He looked at me strangely, then finally smiled and said yes. Jon, I think he figured it out, with me being your best friend and all.”
“That's all right, since only the doctor knows.” Jonathan looked quizzedly at Mark.
“Of course he's the only one,” Mark retorted indignantly. Then grinning added, “I would never betray a friend that gives me such excellent tutorage.”
Laughing and snickering at each other the two men went inside.
Melody wasn't in the kitchen or anywhere on the first floor. Jonathan got worried.
“At least she ate a little something,” Mark said pointing to her half eaten salad bowl.
Jonathan looked at his watch, “Well, we've been talking for over three hours.”
“Time just flies when your having fun,” Mark smiled. “She's probably gone to bed Jon. I'll hit the sack myself. Have a good night. Oh! I know you'll have a very good night. Wow! I can't wait until I'm allowed to Bond! Jon, please, get her pregnant soon, so the rest of us can have a little enjoyment out of life.”
Jonathan felt sorry for his friend. He knew that everyone was waiting and depending on him. If they knew that he even thought about hesitating in making Melody pregnant it would be horrible.
CHAPTER FIVE: THE CONCEPTION
Entering their bedroom Jon called out for Melody.
“Here I am. Have the two of you finished your boy talk?” She was in the Jacuzzi on the patio.
“What do you mean,
boy
talk?” he asked sheepishly, as he started taking off his clothes to join her.
“Jon, I'm not blind,” she smiled as he slithered into the warm, bubbly water.
“Whenever two grown men look as embarrassed as you two did, well . . . it can only mean one thing, b-o-y talk. You may be different in many ways from other men, but a woman knows when men are telling secrets. You were telling nasty, dirty little secrets.”
“Are you upset?” Jonathan asked while he groped in the tub searching for her legs.
“Not really, I just don't want everything we do to be shared. For men in
my
country to discuss such things is considered very ill manners.”
“Come here,” he called huskily as he pulled her toward him. “In
my
country a man is
supposed
to tell his best unbonded friend many secrets, otherwise he will never be told and must suffer much embarrassment when he does get bonded.”
“Oh,” she felt his hands starting to cause tingles all over her body, “things are really different where you come from, aren't they? I have an awful lot to learn I know.” Now very aroused, with her voice deeper she asked, “Who was your instructor?”
“A friend.” His eyes were now a deep, deep blue.
“I know that silly. Who . . . was . . . he?” she groaned. She wanted him to take her body and soul, but he kept teasing her. His hands and lips were working some kind of magic on her body.
“He was a master. Did he teach me well?”
“Ohhh . . . yes!”
She saw his eyes turn to violet as he picked her up and carried her to their bed.
As they were climbing to maximum arousal Jonathan buried his face in her hair and whispered in her ear, “My Love . . . can we make a baby now? Right this minute?”
“Anything . . . anything you want . . . just don’t stop!”
Just as they reached their mountain peaks, Jonathan allowed the genes deep within him to have their way. As they traveled through his loins it caused both of them to be carried to a new unknown level of joy and love, unlike any they had experienced with each other before.
He knew that before Melody would fall asleep tonight she would be carrying their son. They lay together both shocked at the experience they had just felt. Each had tears in their eyes from the intensity of the experience. It had been as though they had shared something holy together and they were in awe of it.
“You're unreal Jonathan! How can people live and not be constantly making love, when it feels like that?”
“It wasn't just me, it was the both of us together. Ohhh, Melody, I love you so deeply.” He laid his damp face on her chest.
“Jon, maybe that's what it was. It was us feeling our complete love for each other.”
Jon thought about it, then agreed, “Yes, that's exactly what it was. I know I was trying to send all my love to you through my body and my mind.”
“Jon, I was doing the same thing!”
“We're two very special people, aren't we Mel?”
“I firmly agree,” Melody answered. “Jon, I feel so good inside now. I can't explain it, there are no words to describe it. It's as though all our love making was to finally bring us to this point, it's strange - nice, but strange.”
As Jonathan turned over she noticed his eyes were now their normal light blue. Cuddling up with his arms around her protectively they finally had a restful sleep.
“Jon . . . Melody . . . ?”
“What do you want?” Jonathan yelled at the door. He had been sleeping the best he ever remembered. Why was Mark calling him now?
“It's eleven-thirty and I was afraid Melody might need some juice? Or, is everything all right?” Mark yelled back through the door.
Melody! Jon turned to look at her sleeping, contented face and remembered what had happened last night. She didn't eat much of that salad last night either. Knowing her need for sugar got him going. He tugged on his pants and opened the door.
“Mark! You're wonderful! Come in.” He was holding the door for Mark when Melody raised up wiping hair strands out of her face and mouth.
“Mark?! We certainly don't need you to be a butler. You don't need to serve us like this!” Melody slipped on a robe Jon got for her as Mark turned his back.
“It's my pleasure. But, if you rather I didn't?” he said with a hurt face.
“No Mark, it's not that. It's just an awful lot of trouble for you to go through because I'm too lazy to get out of bed.” Melody really felt ashamed.
“You can lay in bed all day if you want to, as long as I get to lay there with you,” Jon teased. “Besides, you don't have to cook or clean or go to some job somewhere. You don't even have to get your own glass of water, ever. You're
my
wife and everyone will gladly serve
you
.”
“But, Mark's going out of his way to cover my sorry nature,” she insisted.
The men looked at each other with blank faces.
Then Mark said, “Jon, she's never been around a Royal household. She can’t know what to expect.”
Melody went to pour her coffee but Jonathan handed her a glass of orange juice instead.
“What's got into the both of you with this sugar kick?” she asked.
“The doctor said that you needed more sugar than the rest of us, and I intend to make sure you get it,” Jonathan stated as he tilted the glass up to her mouth.
“I'm diabetic?!”
“No, you're not. It's just that on our island we developed a metabolism that doesn't need the same amount of glucose as yours does. For some reason, probably because I haven't made you eat right, you're susceptible to hypoglycemia. Mark knows this and was only helping me look out for you, like the wonderful friend he is.”
Melody smiled at both men. “I've been too excited these past few days to even think about proper meals. But to put both your mind's to rest I'll do better today. Then will you two quit mothering me?”
“Agreed,” Jonathan said looking at Mark.
After finishing her juice she quickly grabbed her a cup of coffee and curled up in one of the chairs. “Now,” she asked firmly, “what's my function?”
Jonathan looked surprised. “What to you mean, ‘what's my function’? You're my wife!
That’s
your function.”
With a stubborn look she plowed straight ahead, “Oh no, I must have some duties, I refuse to spend my days worthlessly.”
He wanted desperately to tell her she was doing all any of them could ask, just carrying the seed of their child in her, but he dared not. Thinking quickly he said, “Well, my love, you can start with the decorating.” He saw that she started to protest but stopped her with a raised hand.
“Mel, remember when I hired you to redo the interior, I was very serious. Now that we're married doesn't change the fact that it does need your touch. Besides, it's the very first job a Bonded wife does. Now it's our home and I want you to do whatever is pleasing to you.” Seeing this seemed to satisfy her need for contribution he added, “I've ordered you some designer's equipment that's to be placed in a spare room. Once it arrives they'll put everything anywhere you want it.”
“A drafting table? Sketch books? Colored pencils?”
Jonathan nodded with each question.
She was so happy! Now she would be able to do what she really loved best, designing - and the interior of her own home! She was bubbling over with joy and gratitude. “Jonathan, that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” She smothered him with kisses and hugs.
“Mark,” he said laughing, “remind me to find something else to order for her again, real soon!”
“Where are you going?” he asked as she ran to the closet and began pulling out some clothes.
“Downstairs! I want to be there when they arrive! Come on Jonathan, get dressed.”
“Hold on young lady, what happened to the promise about eating proper meals?” He was pleased that he had made her so happy, but he wouldn't let her go without food.
“But . . . but . . . .” She could tell by his face it was useless, she'd have to eat first.
He saw her deflate like a balloon, then to help keep her cheered up he said, “We'll have them notify you just as soon as they arrive. Now will you eat?”
“Yes! Thank you, Sweetheart.” She bounced into the bathroom with her clothes and shut the door.
“Mark, help me look out for her, especially now.” Jonathan had pulled him to the side of the room away from the bathroom door.
“You did it?” Mark asked both shocked and relieved at the same time.
“Yes. But now I'm really worried. Mark, if this causes her any harm, I won't be able to live.”
“Jon, we'll all take good care of her, you know that. When will she be seeing the doctor?”
“I don't know.”
“Didn't you talk with her about it?” Mark began to worry when Jon shook his head no. But knowing his friend well he knew it was not the time to question him further.
“Have we gotten a chef yet?” Jonathan asked changing the subject.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, you have a full staff again.” Looking strangely at Jonathan he remarked, “Jon, have you looked at your eyes this morning?”
“My eyes? No, what's happening to them now?” he asked upset.
“Nothing's happening to them. They're back to normal.”
“What! That can't be,” he said as he ran over to a tilting, framed full length mirror. “This is absolutely unheard of!” He pulled at his lids but no matter how he looked at them they were sky blue again. “I don't understand! No man's eye's clears this fast!” Jonathan was dumb founded.