2 chapter one
Chapter one
"Elena we're going to be late for your father's birthday. You don't want us to be late, do you?" Regan Leroy called from the down floor.
"Reggie, he's my 'dada' and not father. Father is too formal." Elena shouted from their room upstairs.
"You don't want us to be late for your 'dada's' birthday. Now hurry up already." Regan said in defeat as he face-palmed himself and shook his head.
His wife was being a handful, he had to admit and the pregnancy wasn't helping matters. Well, whose fault is that? He regarded the interior of his living room to buy time for her to dress up and get ready. If there was one thing Regan Leroy was obsessed with asides his wife and family, it was his space and he didn't like other people meddling with his stuff.
His enormous house had a Gregorian effect to it. On one side of the living room wall, the evidence of all his accomplishments laid alongside that of his wife. They had come so far.
He contemplated for a while and decided to go and check up on his wife because he knew that left to her, she would take a whole day to get dressed and if she missed something, she was likely to throw the blame on him. He shook his head tiredly when he didn't find her in their bedroom. He headed to her boudoir. Elena treated her boudoir as her sanctuary. Talk about personal space. Ever since her baby bump showed up, she was always cooped up in there. And although he was the owner of the house, he had never spent up to an hour in the boudoir. Regan resignedly knocked on the door "Babe can I come in?"
The door opened to reveal a very pregnant Elena Leroy. Her husband's eyes feasted on her belly which was the most obvious thing in her body. He reached to stroke it and the baby kicked for joy at the sight of papa. When Regan was done with her belly, he let his gaze sweep all over his wife. He trailed his eyes from her uncombed hair to her maternity recommended bra which clad her firm breasts which fitted perfectly in his hand and mouth perfectly like it was made for him. Well it was and to his sadness the baby too.
"El you're not dressed yet?" he asked in disbelief.
She wordlessly strode to the vanity and rested her bum on the table "Well if you give me a hand we'll be done sooner." she said curtly giving him a glare-ish expression.
Regan knew that the attitude was a free package that came with the pregnancy and he also knew that if he was patient with her before, he had to be extra patient with her now. Fortunately, he was basking in the virtue. He walked over to her and tucked an errant black tress behind her ear." You know El, I never knew I was going to bag myself a spitfire. Greek brand to be precise.
"And I didn't know I was going to get married to a Hawthrone in the body of Regan Leroy." Elena retorted.
Taking charge of the act, he replied "You flatter me, wife." And they burst into laughter.
"Now," Elena said, caressing his face" Would his highness do me the honor of dressing me up?" she acted a clean, swift curtsy.
"Of course milady," he bowed and Elena went ahead to ramble about how she would like to be dressed
