Jason's Story Ch. 18

********* The drive only took 20 minutes; the traffic gods had been kind, and she took advantage of the second parking spot for his apartment. The elevator ride seemed to take an eternity, and she was surprised by how anxious she was to see him.

"Get a grip girl -- you just saw the man two hours ago" she chastised herself aloud.

The elevator dinged, and she got out and walked down the hall. She realized just how tiring this past week had been and although she really was looking forward to dinner; she also wanted to just go home and crawl into bed.

"Thank God it's Friday, and a deal's a deal."

She tapped on the door and was surprised how immediately it flew open and revealed Jason wearing an 'I Love Caramel' t-shirt, knee-length shorts, no shoes, and an adorable apron around his waist. He had his hair pulled back into something resembling a messy bun, and she couldn't help but smile when she saw him. The scent of the dinner he was working on, was definitely working on her and she heard her stomach growl.

"Hey, come on in. Everything's almost ready and the girls are watching TV."

Nigha was scared of how natural it felt when she walked in, and he took her purse and jacket and hung them up next to the door.

She saw Bryce rolling around giggling. Jadyn saw her come in; smiled, and started to scoot her way over to the gate. Nigha hurried over and picked up Jadyn and snuggled under her neck while the baby kicked and giggled. At 9 months old, both their heads were covered in big, black curls and their eyes were as blue as the day they were born. She'd heard from so many people that their eyes would change after the first few months, but she knew better. They were born with their father's eyes, and she knew that it was a permanent fixture.

Those babies; the result of something that had cost her everything in her perfect life, wouldn't have been traded for the world by either of their parents. Nigha carefully climbed over the gate, and made her way over to Bryce who was still just having the time of her life kicking and giggling. She got on her hands and knees and carefully sat Jadyn up beside her, then leaned over in front of Bryce's face. Bryce smiled and squealed, and Nigha nuzzled her under her neck and blew a raspberry in the little fat rolls. Bryce laughed, kicked, and screamed; all while slapping her Mommie all over her face. Nigha raised her head up and started looking back and forth between the two of them and pushed Jadyn over and blew a raspberry into her neck, getting the same reaction.

Jason stood in the kitchen captivated by the sight before him. Nigha was so comfortable there, rolling around on the floor; still in her skirt and blouse from work, playing around with their growing babies. This was how it should be; he just had to bide his time and make her see that. He knew she felt it too, but he had to give her the time she needed.

He wouldn't lose her.

"Hey girlies, you know what? Your Auntie Bria and your Uncle Kane are getting married" she sang to the babies who were oblivious to her statements. "Aren't you excited? Yes you are...yes you are."

By now she was laying on the floor with the twins while Jason was putting the finishing touches on dinner. He noticed how Nigha kept tugging at her skirt and he had an idea. He walked to his room while his sauce cooled down slightly.

"Nigha? I brought you these so you can be just a little more comfortable" he said extending the t-shirt and shorts he grabbed from his room.

"Oh, thank you" she said as she scooted over to him on her knees. She stood and grabbed the clothes.

"Why don't you go ahead and get changed and I'll put the girls in their high-chairs."

"Okay, sure" she agreed with a timid smile. "By the way; I never asked what we're having?"

"I made you Lobster Alfredo over penne and chocolate mousse for dessert" he stated plainly, waiting for her reaction.

'Girl, why in the world are you not with this man?' her subconscious scolded.

"Oh my goodness, that sounds soooooohhh good" she said as she rolled her eyes and her stomach growled; loudly enough for him to hear and look down at it.

"Did you eat lunch today?" His expression was laced with concern; although still and always beautiful, she was way too thin.

"No, I got busy and..."

"Why didn't your receptionist order something for you?" He asked placing his hand on his hip.

"Because I never asked her to" she asked more than stated while wincing like a child who'd been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

"Hurry up and go get yourself changed so we can eat" he commanded while pointing to his room. "If you don't start taking better care of the mother of my children; I'm going to start dragging you to all of your meals personally!"

"Oh, alright DAD! You gonna keep trying to fatten me up with your delicious Italian cooking?"

"Hey! I eat it all the time and look at me" he said gesturing to his body. "Mom hooked it up on the daily, and Kane and I aren't fat?"

"You're Germalian...part soldier, part stallion. I'm Blazilian; part curves and part curves" she said holding out her hands one at a time, as if something were in them.

"Germalian?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"German and Italian" she laughed. She called him that all the time to other people, but didn't realize until then that she'd never said it to his face.

He burst out laughing at her statement before continuing.

"So I guess Blazilian is...Black and...Brazilian?"

"You betcha" she said with a wink and a smile.

"Well right now instead of being part curves and part curves, you're part beautiful and mostly bones. Do I need to cook for you every day?"

"Let's start with croissants, cappuccinos, and chocolate mousse for breakfast tomorrow and see how it goes" she said folding her arms defensively with a cocky smirk.

"Done. Now go get changed" he said, again pointing down the hall.

"Alright, alright; I'm going" she said as she shook her head and headed for his room.

'I'd make you anything, anytime, if you'd just stay with me' he thought to himself before he turned to get the girls. He placed them in their high-chairs and gave them each some veggie stick snacks before returning to the kitchen to plate their meals.

Nigha quickly changed and when she was approaching the table, Jason was placing her steaming plate down. The aroma was intoxicating and she wanted to dive in as soon as she sat down. She waited patiently as he brought out his own plate and brought out a glass of water and a glass of wine for each of them. She bowed her head to say grace.

"Thank you Lord for the blessings that you've bestowed upon me, and for my present company at this meal. Amen."

She looked up at him; clearly touched by his prayer, before saying "Amen."

He looked into her eyes across the table and tilted his wine glass toward her.

"Please eat" he said to her sweetly.

"Oh" she said before gathering some pasta onto her fork. After getting a chunk of the lobster onto it; she slowly took a bite, and moaned from the taste. The noise she made took him back to some other memories, and he squirmed in his seat slightly.

"Mmmmnnnhhh, oh my God Jase this is sooohh good" she moaned out while getting ready to take another bite.

"I'm so glad you like it" he said watching her slowly wrap her lips around the next large bite of food. Every time she'd take a bite, she'd close her eyes and let out another 'yummy noise'. He hadn't realized how long he'd just been sitting there; sipping his wine and watching her, until she called him on it.

"Why aren't you eating?" she asked not caring that she had a mouth full of food.

"Hmm? Oh yeah" he said as he used his fork, preparing his first bite.

She was in heaven. Italian food was her favorite, and a gorgeous man that could cook it for her? Forget about it. The only problem with that thought was that he wasn't her man, just the father of her girls. The gorgeous, funny, talented inall areas, father of her girls; that she just so happened to be insanely attracted to.

"You know, you just might have to start cooking all of my meals to make sure I'm eating properly" she said matter-of-factly while she finished chewing.

"Done" he said quickly as she looked into his eyes looking for a playful 'just kidding' look.

There wasn't one...Game, Set, Match -- Jason.

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After dinner, thinking that she couldn't eat another bite, she watched him as he methodically cleared the table and put the dishes in the sink.

"Jason; I'm so full, I don't know if I can handle desser...."

Before she could finish her statement; she saw the martini glasses filled with chocolate mousse that he was bringing over. He got her; chocolate mousse was one of her all-time favorites.

As he placed the glass in front of her he asked, "You were saying?"

"That I can't believe you bought chocolate mousse for dessert" she said holding her hands in front of her like a schoolgirl.

"Well don't believe I bought it" he said seriously.

"What?"

"Don't believe that I bought it because I didn't; I made it from scratch."

After he told her; she placed a small amount of mousse on her tongue, closed her eyes, and savored its flavor as it melted away. He watched her face and smiled like the spider that caught the fly.

'Who would've thought that cooking would be a weapon in my arsenal' he thought to himself. 'I'll cook for you forever if you just come back to me.'

She opened her eyes and looked straight into his; staring into her intently. She was mesmerized momentarily, and then went back to scoop up another spoonful.

He put just a little on the tip of his spoon and fed a little to Bryce, and she gobbled it up.

"Jason! How long have you been feeding them chocolate mousse?"

"Only a couple of times -- look at how much they love it; just like someone else I know" he said as he gave a little to Jadyn as she laughed and kicked her fat little legs.

"You're spoiling them already" she said as she reached out and grabbed Bryce's chubby hand and kissed it.

"And I'll continue to spoil them" he said as he smiled and opened his mouth so that Bryce would open hers, and fed her some more mousse. "They're my little miracle princesses and I'll spoil them forever" he said in a higher pitch as he touched his nose to little Jadyn's.

"Of course you will; just not too much okay?"

"Of course" he agreed before placing a spoonful of the mousse into his mouth.

She looked at him unsure of what he was agreeing too and realized that after she ate that last spoonful of mousse; she really couldn't care less at that point. She polished off her third glass of wine and was getting ready to clear the table when he stood up.

"Hey; why don't you start getting the girls cleaned up and I'll finish putting everything into the dishwasher?"

"Sure" she said, but when she went to stand up; she realized that this was the only thing that she'd eaten, and felt a little woozy. She was relieved that he didn't notice, and used the few extra seconds to steady herself.

'Alright Nigha -- no quick movements' she thought to herself.

After she was certain that she was alright, and had just stood up too fast; she reached over and grabbed a baby wipe, and started to wipe Bryce's little hands and face. When she'd finished with her; she moved on to Jadyn, and cleaned her up too. Just then Jason picked up Bryce; Nigha grabbed Jadyn, and they took them back to the nursery.

After changing their diapers and kissing their little cheeks; Nigha and Jason put the girls down for the night. He looked at her and smiled and she returned it. Each knew what the other was thinking.

When they walked out into the living room; he just couldn't bear to have her leave just yet, so he thought quickly.

"Hey; I know you're probably ready to go, but could you stay and watch a movie with me or something?"

Secretly, she was going to stall because the wine affected her more than it should have, and she wasn't prepared to drive home.

"Do you have anything new?"

"Not really, but I've got just about everything" he said as he started to go over to the shelves next to his plasma screen. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Funny. I'm in the mood for stupid, crazy, almost-wet-your-pants funny. What you got?"

"One of my all-time faves is Stepbrothers. Will Ferrell by himself is great, but there's just something about his chemistry with John C. Reilly that takes their films to another level."

"I haven't seen that one. After Taladega Nights; I was a little unsure" she said with a thoughtful look on her face. "But you know; all of my favorite scenes had both of them in it. Why not? Let's watch it" she said with a smile.

As he popped the disc in; Nigha made her way over to the chaise lounge at the end of his sofa, and made herself comfortable. He walked over to the spot next to her and stopped.

"Mind if I sit next to you?"

"Not at all" she said as she patted the seat.

He moved the ottoman next to the chaise so he could lean back too. He made sure not to get too close; he didn't want to scare her off or make her uncomfortable.

"Do you want some popcorn or anything?"

"Oh my gosh; I'm so stuffed" she said placing her hand on her tummy for emphasis. "Next time though" she said matter-of-factly.

He liked that it had come out so naturally, and that he could tell that she wasn't berating herself for going with her feelings.

They'd been watching the movie for about a half-hour, and he'd relished in hearing her hearty laughter before she caught herself making so much noise. He was so glad that she stayed, and that they could just sit and enjoy something so simple so comfortably. He could tell that she was tired, but he wouldn't mention it. He so wanted her to just stay; even if they fell asleep right there on that sofa.

After the infamous 'drum scene'; he noticed that her laughs were starting to get much quieter. About an hour into the movie; he felt her hair tickle his shoulder, as she started to slump over. He turned the sound down a little and just sat and looked at her face.

He looked at her smooth skin; a lock of wavy curls obscuring her scar, and her long, thick eyelashes fanned out over her skin. He reached out and softly ran his finger over her cheek, pushed the hair out of her face, and gently tucked it behind her ear.

He looked at her scar and realized that he barely even noticed it anymore. It was almost as if his mind had blocked out the imperfection that marred her face. It didn't affect her beauty; if anything, it added another dimension because she didn't try to hide it. Less beautiful would've fallen apart, but the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, didn't even seem to give it a second thought.

It made him love her more; it made her more beautiful.

He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her forehead and decided to leave well enough alone and watched the rest of the movie. After it was finished; he tried to wake her, but she wasn't close to coherent. He decided to carry her to the guest bedroom.

He placed one arm under her knees, and wedged the other behind her back and lifted her up. He was almost a little startled when her eyes opened and she looked directly into his.

"You can't keep waiting for me" she said as she wrapped one arm around his neck and ran the other down his cheek.

"What?"

"You're wonderful and I love you too much to watch you waste your life waiting for me."

As he looked into her eyes; he saw that she was looking through him. He was at a loss for words when she wrapped her other arm around his neck and snuggled her face into it.

"You can't keep doing this to..."she mumbled and faded back to sleep.

"Fuck that was creepy" he whispered to himself as he realized that she'd been asleep.

He started to walk down the hall to the guest room when he decided that wasn't where she'd be sleeping. He couldn't believe that she'd passed out like that and was now asleep in his arms; very asleep in his arms.

He turned around and started walking toward the master. He walked in and carefully set her down on the bed. His shorts that he'd let her borrow were all twisted around her waist, and he slowly reached under the t-shirt until he found the waistband, and gently slid them off.

When she smiled a little; he kissed her on the cheek and covered her up. As he walked over to his side of the bed he heard her murmuring and then she spoke again.

"You know I love you" she said as she rolled onto her side and tucked the comforter under her chin. "I know you know that so why do you keep asking..." she mumbled and ended with a yawn.

'Is she dreaming about me or him' he questioned in his head as he stripped down to his boxer briefs. He carefully slid under the covers and looked into her face as she slept. It wasn't at all restful as he looked at her furrowed brow, and although he wanted to keep his distance; he had to move closer and wrap his arms around her.

"You knew I was off-limits when you met me..." she mumbled against him, answering his previous mental question. It gave him no satisfaction however; she was being tortured, even in sleep.

"Shhhh, honey it's just a dream" he whispered into her ear as he felt her fidgeting. He just wanted to make it better for her, but was at a loss of what to do. "Nigha, I'll always love you and I won't ever give up on us, but right now I want you to get some sleep."

After he whispered to her; he felt her body relax, and she wrapped her free arm around him.

"I love you too Jason" she answered before her breathing steadied again.

After she stopped talking in her sleep; he refused to go to sleep until he was sure that she was sleeping soundly. She turned over and scooted close to him until she came in contact with his body. He wrapped his arm around her to hold her there and after a few minutes; the rhythm of her breathing put him to sleep.

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He woke up moaning and realized that he was as hard as a rock. She'd been grinding against him while he slept, and little Jason woke up first. She was so close and she was on fire. Her skin was so hot and he wanted to fuck the shit out of her.

He was almost unsure of whether or not this was a dream, but before he could get his bearings; she rolled over and grabbed his cock.

"Mmmnnh, so hard already" she said as she ran her lips along his jawline.

"Oh my god" was all he could manage to choke out. His senses were on overload and his mind was screaming at him that there was something wrong. His body was trying it's damnedest to ignore his mind, but he was fighting against what he wanted more than anything.

"Nigha; what are you doing to me?" he asked, straining to maintain some form of control. Fighting to not slide inside of her the way she obviously wanted him to.

"So now you're shy? This one is different" she said as she kissed him.

His head was light as she kissed him, and he couldn't help but wrap his hands in her hair as he pulled her deeper into the kiss. The nagging in his head continued.

"What...what's different" he asked trying to remove the hand stroking his cock, and to ignore her lips kissing his jawbone.

"Usually, you're all over me by now" she said as she kissed him again and rolled him onto his back. He'd resumed returning her fiery kisses as she straddled him and rubbed her mound into his cock and moaned at the contact.

"What?" was all he could muster. None of this made sense, but his body didn't care. He grabbed her waist and pushed up against her pussy; still covered by her underwear. He could feel her heat as he slowly ground into her.

"Why are you fighting me? This has never happened before" she said between moans.

"Nigha, baby talk to me; none of this makes sense."

"So every night when you haunt me in my dreams isn't enough. Now you have to make me feel on fire AND like a lunatic? Just shut up and kiss me" she said as she leaned over and began to suck on his bottom lip while she ran her fingers along his sides.