Oberon barely restrained himself from flouting the speed limit of his Lamborghini. He was no alone after all, and the car which he was driving was teasing him to put his foot down and power up and the enticing power of his Lamborghini screamed at him to burn all the kilometres to Rhonda’s house. His son was waiting there. Awake o asleep that did not matter any longer. The fact that he was there made everything simple.
But speeding did not sit well with this brave new world of fatherhood that he had embarked on at the moment. And as far as he could tell from Rhonda’s face, neither did a Lamborhini…it was a car to show his class and status alright…but status to whom? Women…and other men who desired his wealth but could not achieve…and none of them had any place in his new life any longer. The days of his swinging bachelorhood were now essentially over. Rhonda was right. Before he saw his son, Ruriel he had to accept to leave a lot behind of the current life that he had been leav
“There is no such thing between a man and a women when the chemistry is as crackling like ours,” said Oberon with a flirtatious smile on his face.But Rhonda was having none of it. Her voice became more agitated as she recalled what he had said to her that night after they had made love,” You insisted specifically that it was what we have once we were…”“We had driven it too far and then made it all complicated and unmanageable between us?” asked Oberon gingerly as he recalled the same words that he had spoken a year ago.“Unmanageable?” she shot out again. This man was trying her patience immensely tonight.“It was not going to be fun anymore, was it Rhonda? Not after that night at least…it felt too damn serious and it had become so too fast,” said Oberon and Rhonda seethed at his words.“Does everything have to be fun for you? Does sex have to be fun for you compulsorily?” she flung at him irritably.“Fun does not end up in clawing at each other
The baby was shockingly tiny and was all swaddled up like an Egyptian mummy in a tiny bundle in a blue and white checkered cloth. Only his face was on the show, a fine little face with very prominent features, and well-proportioned as well. Nothing too big or small…ears placed on the side of his face beautifully, very important for a boy.He had lots of black hair in corkscrew ringlets which would be embarrassing…girly also if you could say as were the crescents of his long thick eyelashes which were fanned across his fair cheek, but attitude was the key to stop anyone going on that score. Any teasing that might happen because he was a beautiful boy, he could stop them with his attitude and he, and Oberon could teach his son a lot about attitude. A pretty boy tag was not going to last long.The slight dimple in the centre of Ruriel’s chin was like a magnet which drew Oberon’s attention. It was like a genetic blueprint that belonged to the both of them and Oberon’s finger
Once laid on the flat trolley surface, Ruriel fought hard to free himself of the constricting bindings of the cloth that had been placed all around him with very little help from his mother. It seemed that he wanted out of this soft prison of clothing that had been made around him. His arms and legs were going like pistons and determination was clearly written on his face to get rid of this. Rhonda had quite a job in both controlling Ruriel and then undoing the press-studs of the blue body suit that he was wearing. Her hands were darting here and there all the while there was more than enough kicking and squirming all around. However he did lie quietly still while she was opening the nappy.Before Oberon could get a good look at his son’s male organ Rhonda had placed a small hand towel over it.“What is with the modesty Rhonds? It seems to me clearly that Ruriel likes to get naked and isn’t it better to have air on his skin after being cooped up so long?” asked Oberon in
Anger at her implied choices and criticism of the way how he had been leading his life so far and still now seeped in his features and spilled out in his words which he spoke next.“I thought that for a baby this young it was the best for his mother to have him breast fed, but it seems that you have him attached to the bottle quite early. Is there any particular reason for that? I mean. I had heard that mother’s milk was the best for the babies,” asked Oberon as he really wondered if everything was fine with their health.Rhonda could not look up at him or meet his eyes and then she sighed and replied,” Actually it is not Ruriel’s fault…he is perfectly healthy baby. But while the delivery was taking place there were some complications which made me incapable of feeding him, so I had to give him the bottle.”Oberon grimaced at her. Rhonda had great and beautiful breasts. And he could not be inclined to believe that they had failed in their prime function to nourish
“You didn’t ask for it goddamnit….you did not ask for that Rhonda. You did not bother to tell me. You did not bother to once inform me that I was becoming a father. You did not give me a chance to be there for you. To be there for Ruriel. And to…. to be there standing as a rock for the both of you,” screamed Oberon. He could not deal with this any longer. He had been thrown away like trash and not even been bothered to be informed while his own son was being born in the presence of a man whom he loathed with his entire being.Thee raised voices broke the concentration that their son had on the contents of his bottle and then he left the teat of the bottle and started screaming again at the all the negative air that was fast swirling in the room in between the two adults who were there. Children if not anything were at the least very perceptive and they knew what was happening when. He yelled and made his displeasure well known to the both of them.Rhonda lifted him up to
Rhonda’s skin literally prickled with the nervous tension that she could feel so intimately as she led Oberon out of the nursery to the corridor which was widely spread in the direction of the upper floor which were her own private quarters.“There are electronic monitors everywhere in the house so that we can hear Ruriel in distress no matter where we are. Both I and the nurse are going to be aware of that, so it is not a problem if I close the door,” said Rhonda as she closed the door as if explaining a minor detail which was a matter of fact.“I am sure that you have been quite meticulous in planning and setting up a safe environment for Ruriel, Rhonda,’ came Oberon’s clipped response. It was his way of showing dissent that he was hurt and angry that he had not been involved in any of the decisions that had been so crucial and vital for bringing up their child. The tight reply put an even tighter band her chest constricting her breath. Oberon’s resentment at being lef
Rhonda wanted to feel it, wanted to lose herself in it and wanted to wallow in the sense that Oberon Hunter was hers and hers only---hers to have and hers to hold until….No she would not think beyond this moment. If life came to her in this way that she had to think just of this moment and she had to live in the moment then she was willing to do that. She was willing to live her entire life in this moment if he kept his words and was true and good to them. And she knew that just like every man of honour Oberon Hunter knew that his word was of maximum value in his position.Everything was pulsing within her with the pleasure that Oberon could evoke so easily, so why not let herself indulge in this dream of loving her for as long as he brought her to this brilliant pitch of vibrant life which had been missing all along since the last night that they had spent together.Yes, was dancing through her mind.Yes, was humming through her bloodstream.Yes, was
Rhonda moves her head closer to Oberon. He sits frozen, from both fear and excitement. She leans in, so her foreheads rests against his. They close their eyes. Both their breaths are shaking. "Thank you," she says in barely more than a whisper. "For what?" He replies, his voice low and husky. "For being you." Her voice wavers, exhilarated from the tension between them. He laughed as he said,” That is my Rhonda!! But no way that the image in my mind is going to be dampened,” he said with much relish, then swooped her right off her feet and carried her up in his arms. He was cradling her across his chest just as easily he was cradling Ruriel.“Must try it out, sweetheart. Black might be a bit bland a stark but chocolate brown, mmmmm, now that is a warm colour and would be a warmer contrast to the pearly gleam of your skin.” Rhonda gently leans in and kisses Oberon's warms lips. They pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths. Unable to co