Chapter Twenty-Nine

Ciska

T hree months later ... Surfside Drive, Bridgehampton, Long Island, New York...

"I can't believe this is truly our home," Ciska stared in awe at the stately two-story house consisting mainly of steel and glass. It was her dream house, described one night in detail when Jax had asked her about the kind of house she liked. And here it was, come to reality because the love of her life wanted to make her happy.

"Believe it, love." He smiled broadly as he squeezed her hand, then picked her up.

"Wait! You can't carry me over the threshold. We're not married yet!" she protested as she attempted to jump out of his arms. It was fruitless since he just tightened his grip and continued up the few steps to the front door.

"Nowhere is it cast in gold that you have to be married to be carried over the threshold. In my view, it's the first time you enter the home that should be special. Besides, we'll be married soon, and if you insist, I'll be happy to carry you inside once again."

"Tsk, I see I still have a lot of work to do. You would've scored mucho points if you said you'd carry me inside every day, J-Ster," she said, but draped her arms around his neck with a happy smile on her face. "Oh, my!" she gasped as they entered the house. She was immediately captivated by the awe-inspiring vista that unfolded before her. The Fleetwood floor-to-ceiling glass windows and doors served as a living canvas as it framed the breathtaking ocean panorama beyond.

"Just as I always imagined it," she whispered. "It's as if the boundary between indoors and outdoors has magically dissolved, and the outside world is invited to become an integral part of the house's ambiance... of our home's ambiance."

"Your dream became mine, and now... it's our dream house, love. Here, we'll make memories and build our family," Jax said as he lowered her feet to the floor.

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me," she murmured as she kissed him lingeringly, then skipped away to investigate the main living area. "Oh, this is a masterpiece!"

The open-concept design was bathed in natural light that danced across the sleek surfaces and high-end finishes. The space flowed seamlessly from one area to the next, creating an atmosphere of spaciousness and freedom. She twirled and moved from the cozy interior to the sun-drenched pool terrace, where the rhythmic lapping of waves provided a soothing soundtrack to her thrilling senses.

Her exclamations as she danced from one room to the next and up the stairs echoed through the house in a melody of happiness.

"Holy shitting bulldogs!" The shriek trekked through the house to Jax, who was basking in her obvious pleasure. "Jax! Have you seen our bedroom? Oh, my fucking motherfucker!"

"What did you just say?" Jax laughed as he stared at her with glowing eyes. His little subbie only ever cursed when they were in a scene.

"Well, what do you expect," she cried as she gestured around. "This is... it's... I can't find the words!"

"Exactly as you described it, my little Nanja," he cooed in her ear as he caught her from behind and twirled along with her. "With a little of my own je ne sais quoi added."

It wasn't just a bedroom; it was a sprawling retreat and a private sanctuary with two walk-in closets.

"Holy Christmas jingles," she muttered. "This looks like a small boutique, not a closet! I'm going to live in this room," she lilted as she spun in a circle to take in the indulgence of the spa-like bathroom, where five luxurious fixtures promised a pamper session in an environment of unparalleled relaxation.

"I... er," she said nonplussed as she finally calmed down, and they settled on the chaise lounge next to the pool with some bubbly. "Was it my imagination, or did I count five bedrooms apart from ours?"

"No, you got it right."

"Five, Jax? What on Earth do we need so many bedrooms for? I don't have family who will ever visit... oh, of course!" She snapped her fingers. "You've got a bunch of friends and family, who I imagine will stay over with us when they visit."

"Hell, no. They can book into a hotel. I'm not going to play host to those hooligans." Jax leaned back on the chair with a broad smile on his face.

"Then why do we need so many bedrooms?"

"Well, I've always wanted kids." He winked at her. "Lots of them, so I thought if we started with five bedrooms, it'd give us time to dream up the design of a bigger house for the other five."

Ciska's breath got stuck somewhere between her lungs and her mouth as she gaped at him.

"Breathe, Blondie. Not that I mind, but giving you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation isn't how I envisioned we'd spend our first night in our new home."

"Ten! You want ten kids? Ten. Fucking. Kids! Seriously?" she finally managed to gasp.

"Well, I like equal numbers, so, yeah. Ten should do."

"I'm not... there's no... this is not..."

"Need a thesaurus, love?"

"No, J-Ster, I don't need a freaking thesaurus, but I am most definitely going to make an appointment for you with a psychologist. You seriously need to have your marbles examined." She glowered at him. "Imagine that... ten kids."

"How about we get started on number one... right now," he said as he took her hand and pulled her onto his lap.

Her eyes darted around. "I am not fornicating on our front porch for the world to see, Jax Crowthorne, especially not in the making of our very first little embryo."

Jax's delighted laughter married with the gentle waves crashing to shore.

"It's a private beach. No one will see, and besides, we're not getting any younger, so we better get started; otherwise, you'll be pregnant, hunched over, and walking with a crutch."

"I am all for starting a family immediately, but I think we need to have a serious discussion about the number you're so set on."

"Hmm... I might reconsider cutting it by half."

"That sounds much better, but I suggest we agree on cutting that half by half."

"Two? Come now, Love. I want at least four little Ciska's running around to keep me entertained."

"Heaven forbid. Can you imagine four of me? They'll drive me up the walls. Nope. One of each. One of you and one of me. That's it."

"You drive a hard bargain, little one."

"Not really. To be honest, I'm a little selfish."

"You? Never."

"I did the math, wise guy. Ten kids mean I'll be pregnant nine months out of every year." She leaned back with her arms crossed as she tapped her fingers against her arms. "That doesn't leave much time for us to have some play time onboard the GoldenEye." She narrowed her eyes. "If you think you're going to be on every flight without me and scene with other subs, you've got a huge surprise waiting, Crowthorne. If I'm not with you in Club Decadent Skies, you won't be there either. Is that clear?"

"As crystal." He frowned thoughtfully. "I guess you've got a point. Very well, we'll agree on two. One boy and one girl."

"Done." Her smile flashed beautifully. "Shake on it."

Jax dutifully shook her proffered hand.

"And now..." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively as she sensually undressed and kicked off her sandals. With swaying hips, she walked toward the pool. "Now, we can start working on little embryo number one."

That said, she jumped into the pool. Her shrieks soon echoed over the ocean as Jax followed close behind and without preamble, guided her legs around his waist, slowly lowering her onto his already swollen cock to fully embed her in one thrust.

"Ahh... nothing on Earth beats this feeling," she purred as she wiggled her hips closer still.

"You made me the happiest man the day you said you'd marry me. I love you, Ciska Farlow."

"I have never had a family, Jax. In you, I have everything I've ever dreamed of having. You offer yourself with complete selflessness, and it humbles me to the depth of my soul." Her eyes teared up as she kissed him lingeringly.

"You are my family, my love, and my heart. I will love you, Jax Crowthorne, until forever and a day."

"As I will you."

"Now... about embryo number one..."

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The End