Liane stood in front of the mirror admiring herself. For the past few months, she had been working out to regain her prenatal figure and it was finally starting to pay off. Looking up, she saw Jean Pierre standing in the doorway watching her.
“Something I can help you with?” she asked him.
“Yes,” he replied as he walked towards her. Standing behind her, he kissed her neck, as she tilted her head to give him better access. While it was true that they did not get on well under the best of circumstances, they turned each other on and could not seem to get enough of each other.
“Jean Pierre, stop,” she whispered, secretly not wanting him to stop.
“No,” he replied as he pulled her tank top over her head. Sliding his hands across her body, he caressed her skin, which always felt like silk to him. Licking at her neck, he found that he enjoyed the taste of her sweat. Turning her around, he pulled the band off her ponytail as he ran his fingers through her hair.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he unclipped her bra. Scooping her up, he carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he leaned over her as he continued to kiss her. Liane wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her. He groaned as he felt her nipples brush against his chest.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Ignore it,” Jean Pierre said as he carried on kissing her.
The knock sounded again. “What?” Jean Pierre shouted.
“I am sorry to disturb you, but you have visitors,” the maid said. Jean Pierre growled as he got up. Liane quickly dressed before running a brush through her hair.
“Fine,” he replied. “Such bad timing,” he added.
“I agree,” Liane replied as she headed out of the room to see who the visitors were. She found her sisters playing with Simone. She narrowed her gaze at them. She was happy to see them but they had come at the wrong time.
“Hello,” Liane greeted them as she sat down on the sofa. They both turned to look at her.
“Annie,” Macee said with a smile.
“How are you?” Francesca asked.
“Fine,” Liane said but Macee and Francesca were not convinced. Her hair was messy and her cheeks were red. Macee raised her eyebrows.
“What were you doing before we got here?” Macee asked her.
“Nothing much,” she replied. Jean Pierre walked into the room also with messy hair. He smiled at Francesca and Macee and bowed to Macee before he sat down.
“I trust that the two of you have been well?” he asked. Macee and Francesca looked at each other as they burst out laughing.
“What is so funny?” Liane asked.
“We have bad timing. We should have called first,” Macee said.
“What do you mean?”
“She means nothing. How are you Jean Pierre?” Francesca interrupted Macee before she could answer.
“I have been well, thank you,” he replied. “Would you like anything to eat or drink?” he asked. Francesca opened her mouth to speak but Macee spoke first.
“I thought you would never ask. What do you have?” Macee asked.
“You ate before we left the palace,” Francesca said.
“It does not feel that way.”
Liane laughed as she stood up. “It's the baby,” she said. She walked to the door and called the maid.
“But Macee was an eater before the baby,” Francesca said as Macee frowned at her. They were always on her case about eating too much. Jean Pierre smiled.
“How is the pregnancy so far?” Jean Pierre asked. Liane told the maid to bring food, lots of it. Then she returned to her seat.
“It’s a nightmare,” Macee replied. She had thrown up twice that morning. She could not wait until the morning sickness was over. She was even more frustrated that she could not eat some of her favourite foods.
“It's a beautiful journey.”
Macee whipped her head in Jean Pierre's direction and shot him a dark look. She was tired of people saying that to her. Clearly, they either had never been pregnant or had not had a bad experience.
“Were you not at the hospital when Liane was having contractions?”
Jean Pierre cleared his throat and stood up. “I shall leave you ladies to it,” he said quickly to get out of the line of fire. If anything, he learned not to mess with a pregnant woman.
“You sure scared him off,” Francesca said.
“His fault. He has never been pregnant, so he cannot say things so lightly,” Liane said.
“Aren't you thinking of having more children?”
“The rate she's going, she will not have a choice,” Macee joked. Francesca smiled and shook her head.
“We have not been doing it that much,” Liane lied. Jean Pierre could not stay away from her.
“You were doing it before we came.”
“Macee!” Francesca called out. She was the one with the cleanest mind amongst the three of them and she preferred not to speak about sex.
“It's true,” Liane confessed with a red face. “But we did not get to the good part because we were interrupted,” she added as she glared at her sisters.
“Oh God,” Francesca buried her face in her hands as the maids brought in the food. Macee smiled and kissed Simone.
“It's food!” she said to Simone as if she understood her. Francesca reached out to take the baby from Macee. She knew that her little sister would want to focus on her food.
“How is Prince Louis?” Liane asked Macee.
“Very happy about the pregnancy.”
“That is sweet,” Francesca said.
“Especially because he gets more sex.”
“What?” Francesca was in disbelief.
“You have no idea how aroused you get when you are pregnant. It’s very frequent too,” Macee added as she bit into her croissant. Francesca frowned.
“That is too much information, your highness.”
Liane laughed. “But it is true,” she added.
“Let us speak of something else.”
“You are so stiff.”
“Tell me about it,” Macee said.
“Slow down, no one is chasing you,” Francesca said to Macee as she shovelled food in her mouth. “Hasn't Charles taught you how to eat correctly yet?” she asked as Macee rolled her eyes.
Macee directed the conversation away from her eating habits. “Louis is pleased with Lord Jacques. I guess we will be seeing more of him,” Oh gosh, Francesca thought to herself. It seemed as though all the women in the palace were going crazy over Jacques. Even the maids had been whispering about him amongst themselves.
“I would not mind looking at him every day,” Liane said as she munched on grapes.
“You are a married woman,” Francesca said.
“Don't worry, she will not steal him from you,” Macee teased.
“What does he have to do with me?”
“You would make a lovely couple.” Macee enjoyed teasing Francesca.
“You did dance with him,” Liane added.
“Only once. It does not mean that we should mate,” Francesca said as Macee burst out laughing.
“Who says mate?” Her sister always avoided using blunt words when it came to a sexual topic.
“That is Francesca for you. Can you imagine her on her wedding night?” Liane asked Macee.
“Do not answer that! We are changing the subject,” Francesca demanded.
“Yes, so, Lord Jacques.”
“Another subject!”
The three sisters talked and ate together as they caught up on different events. They missed living together more than they had anticipated. Before they left, Macee made Liane promise to visit more with Simone.