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Chapter 654 - Six Hundred And Fifty-Four: Let's Make A Baby

The third point of view:

The waiter was embarrassed to death because he was not only shocked by their conversation but was sporting an erection as well - he was turned on by her words.

Thanks to the sudden cough, it attracted Isabella's attention and she glanced over the waiter that had a flush on his face. Luckily for the poor man, he had an apron around his waist and his "discomfort" was not seen - at that moment.

"If you would excuse me," The poor waiter said once he was done and quickly took his leave, drawing Pedro's attention as well. And it was the stiffness in his walking that gave him away and the couples finally realized what was going on.

"You were saying?" Pedro hinted at the damage she has done to the poor waiter who just happened to be at the right place at the wrong time.

"He doesn't have that type of control I'm talking about," she added, "But it's not difficult to learn and you can comprehend it if you're interested," she doubted Pedro would have more interest in that. Men were simply designed to see and feel, he would probably conclude.

"Of course and about that," Pedro leaned across the table, "I was hoping we could do more of practical than a thesis," He hinted at sex but Isabella was late to comprehend what he meant.

"Practical?"

"You know, you could get on the bed, and we test out the theory, you know," His lips curled to the side, "We'd then see how much control I have over my central nervous system,"

"Oh," Isabella nodded, finally getting the hint. She gave him a fake smile saying," Nice try, Pedro. Once try. "

"Just tonight," Pedro pleaded, "We can do it just once tonight, and officially count down to our wedding night afterward,"

"Nope," Isabella refused, finally digging into her meal. God, she was hungry.

Seeing her lack of response, Pedro gave up, and just when all hope was lost, Isabella announced,

"Don't worry, I'll give you a blow job tonight,"

At the mention of that, one should have seen the way Pedro's eyes lit up.

"Have I ever told you I love you so much?" He was so happy.

"Yes," Isabella answered with a straight face, "Yeah, you always say the same thing after a blow job,"

"Huh?" Pedro was taken aback by the realization, "Is that so?" He grinned sheepishly.

Well, what can he say? He's a man of culture. Was there any man on earth that didn't like one? And christ, Isabella did have a skillful mouth. Just the thought of it set his loins on fire.

Both couples resumed eating this time, they've already spoken enough. But then, Pedro couldn't help but notice the way Isabella ate her food as if she had been starved. It was strange because earlier, she didn't even have much of an appetite.

"You eat like you haven't tasted such food lately," He couldn't help but point out.

"It's normal with my condition," Isabella blurted out, still eating.

"Huh?" Pedro blinked, "What condition?"

Isabella froze, finally realizing what she just said. Gosh, she had been careless with her words.

She said at once, "I mean wedding jitters," Isabella lied through her teeth, "I thought I won't get them, but boy, I'm wrong. I get anxious and sometimes nervous and it affects my appetite as well. That's all," she hoped that was able to convince him.

"Oh, is that so," Pedro nodded, having no slightest thought of pregnancy.

"What about you? Do you get wedding jitters as well or is it just a women thing?" Isabella inquired but in reality, was actually taking his mind off any other possibility he had. The pregnancy has to be a big surprise and she wouldn't let anything ruin it.

"Well, the truth is that I'm more of thrilled," He said.

"Thrilled?" Isabella was stunned by his response. That response might have been an excuse to cover up her greater secret but it was the truth at the same time. She was nervous about the wedding, what if she ruins everything?

Seeing her surprise, Pedro reached out across the table and took her hand in his, "We've waited for this moment for half our life and finally, our union is two weeks away, why shouldn't I be thrilled?"

Pedro rubbed the top of her palm and then kissed it saying, "Isabella, you're the love of my life and I'll rather die than have any other woman aside from you. I promise to always make you happy, put your needs above mine, have sex till you beg to stop, and live to the fullest till death does us apart," He swore to her, sealing his promise with a kiss.

Isabella went red in the face, why was he being cheesy out of nowhere? But she couldn't deny it, she loved him the more knowing that he meant all of his promises.

"So you don't regret my decision to never have a child?"

Pedro was taken aback by her question. That was not what he was expecting after his grand confession.

"Tell me the truth, Pedro," she said to him.

Pedro took a deep breath, he confessed, "It would be nice to have a child who looks like you - one who would carry on your legacy. But then, a child doesn't have to be biological and I've promised you already. If that's the price to pay to be with you, then I'm willing to do it, Isabella,"

"Ba-dum", "Ba-dum," Sounded Isabella's heart at the moment. It felt surreal, and truthfully, Isabella didn't know what she did to deserve a man like Pedro. She wasn't even as good as Anabelle. Some kinder people deserved this great love.

If only she knew every great love passeth through great tribulation.

"Fine, let's have a child," Isabella announced.

"W-what?" Pedro was in a state of disbelief. What did he just hear?

"On our wedding night, let's make a baby," Unfortunately on that night, he'd receive the news of a child instead, Isabella thought inwardly. She could already imagine how happy Pedro would be.

"Do you mean that?" Pedro was exhilarated. Isabella wanted them to be parents. Oh God, this couldn't be happening.

At once, Pedro stood up from his seat, walked over to her and put his arm around her, tipped her chin, and kissed her moist lips.

This was the best date ever.

Now, this was resolved, Pedro knew he had one other problem to settle tomorrow and he'd be at peace finally.

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