Chapter 7

Jace's POV:

"Mom, Dad," I wasn't expecting to see them arrive with my younger sister, Adira Augustus. Adira was a 26-year-old finance manager who owned a fashion magazine and company that featured several models and runway shows.

"Morning, Jace and my pretty Clara," My mother and sister rushed to hug my wife.

"We couldn't help but come to congratulate you both on your successful marriage," my mother, Mrs. Joy, said. She and my sister looked so excited, wearing similar brown designer dresses and black shoes. They were of average height, although Adira wore high heels, while Mom wore lower heels, but they were my family.

"Thank you," Clara replied, smiling, and I told them to join us for breakfast.

"We are about to have breakfast now before you all arrived. Please join us," I let my parents know, and my mother smiled.

"That's fine. We are just coming back from the Thanksgiving service and didn't want to disturb you both on your honeymoon. But Adira insisted that she wanted to come and see you both. How are you doing, Clara? I hope we are expecting a baby soon, and you will take a break from work now," my mother said, and everyone's gaze shifted to look at Clara as she sat beside me at the dining table.

"Yes, I will take a break. Actually, I told my twin sister to represent me at the overseas shows. So she will be the one working for me now," Clara said, lowering her gaze as I watched the maid serve us something to eat.

"Oh, that's so thoughtful of you. As I understand how much you love your career. But sometimes in life, we all have to make sacrifices and compromises as a woman, and that brings about taking care of your home and family, right? Besides, Jace has the money to take care of you both, and we are all here to support you in your marital journey," My mother spoke to Clara, who kept her gaze lowered, as I assumed she was feeling shy that we were finally married.

"Mom, my wife and I have heard you. And you don't have to worry; Clara told me that she will be taking over her sister's bakery shop now that her sister isn't present, so she can keep the business going until Celine is back," I spoke, and saw Clara raise her head and look at us, nodding.

"That's fine. But do you know how to bake, Clara? I thought you said you don't know how to cook. When did you learn how to bake?" Mom asked my wife, a subtle frown on her face.

"I learned to bake from my twin, Ma. I'm good at what she does, and she taught me everything I need to know before she travels. Also, her assistant is there, but she wants me to still visit her bakery shop and not leave everything to her friend," my wife said, and my mother sighed as she sat across from my wife and me at the dining table.

"Alright, so long as it doesn't affect your marriage with my son and staying at home. As I don't want you traveling for now until you give me a grandchild at least," Mom said in a sweet voice, and I looked at my wife's face and saw her offer a stiff smile.

"Okay, Ma," Clara replied, and I held her hand to provide a little warmth and told her, "You don't have to be scared of becoming pregnant. Everything will be fine."

Clara looked at me with her shining blue eyes and replied, "Okay."

"Let's have our breakfast," I said, and the two maids served us tea and bread, positioning it in front of us.

I watched as my wife picked up her bread and cut it into two. This wasn't how Clara normally likes to take tea, and to my shock, Clara dipped the bread into the tea and ate it.

It made me look at her in shock.

"What?" Clara asked me with a smile, but I shrugged it off and told her, "Nothing."

I looked away from her to my parents, who smiled as they joined us for breakfast. Mom had a cup of coffee, while Dad went for a plate of custard, and my wife, Adira and I had a cup of tea and bread.

After dipping all her bread into the tea cup, Clara picked it up and drank it, and I tried not to get choked on my own meal.

"You're looking at your wife like you can't get enough of her. Don't worry, we'll soon leave for you both to continue with your honeymoon, okay," Mom said, and I sighed.

"Alright, Mom," I tried not to think too deeply about Clara's recent changes. I've known her for close to five years before our marriage.

Clara doesn't eat this way, and I thought the marriage probably made her behave differently. But I couldn't forget how she satisfied me the previous night, and my dick twitched in my pants, needing more of her soothing body.

I waved the thought and watched my parents finish their breakfast, and they all stood up to leave my house.

"Jace, we're going home now. I expect before six months that I'll be here to visit you and my lovely daughter-in-law. She should be pregnant by then," Mom said, and I knew that Clara and I hadn't considered having a baby. Even as I had suspected why she hasn't gotten pregnant, maybe she was on pills and preventing all my hard work.

"Don't worry, Mom. Clara and I are married now, and having a baby won't be a problem. Besides, her identical sister has gone to represent her," I told my mother and hugged Clara closely.

My mother looked at Clara, then to my face, and smiled.

"Yes, Jace. We are expecting the next heir of the Augustus family, so put more action into making your wife pregnant. As you know, we didn't want the two of you to get married because of her job, but you gave us your word that you both have agreed to this union and perfectly understand each other," My father, Mr. Paul Augustus, said, wearing a brown shirt and trousers, and black shoes. Dad was a 65-year-old man, but he still looked vibrant, not his age at all.

"Don't worry, Dad. My wife and I are working on it," I pulled Clara closer to myself and kissed her forehead in front of my parents.

My sister, Adira, smiled and said, "That's so sweet of you both. So, Clara, that means you wouldn't be coming for the runway show this weekend in my fashion house until your sister is back, to avoid raising suspicion, I guess."

"Yes, until Celine is back. I cannot go for any modeling work now," Clara replied, and though Adira looked a little disappointed, she replied, "Alright. Take care, sister-in-law."

"Come, let us escort them to their cars," I held my wife's hand gently and escorted her out of the house, as we escorted my parents to their cars.

I watched my best friend's car arrive just as my parents' car drove off.