Chapter 153: I’m Not Arguing With A Baby
Keith was more humorous in front of close friends than he was with Jeremy. Edward was still quiet, he just shook his head and gently smiled at his cousin.
Amused by their interaction, Cathryn had completely relaxed.
Edward's wife, Greta, was the woman who was just singing and was the first soprano in the city's opera house.
Now it's on Sophia's side, Sophia began to introduce them before Keith did. "And this is my dad, Theodore, and my mother, Elena."
As the youngest couple of the second generation, Sophia's parents were in their early forties, closest to Keith's age. Theodore and Keith were more like brothers than uncles and nephews.
Theodore had gradually begun to take over the executive work while Elena was a ballet dancer. She had a petite body, light and graceful, and like her husband, she was quiet too.
Looking at the couple, Cathryn begins to wonder where Sophia's disposition had come from.
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They had spent a few minutes getting to know each other, Cathryn was introduced to the family, and of course, everyone was curious to see the family's youngest and newest member, Briston.
Sophia held her Grandpa's arm as they looked at the baby closely.
"Briston is so beautiful! I'd say he inherited the excellent genes of Cathryn and Keith. I only hope that he'll have a personality like them, too, I'd die if he grew a poker face like Luis."
"Then why didn't you inherit a little from your great uncle and great aunt? You are exploding my head talking all day long." Luis retorted.
They like to argue, but it can be heard that they were both innocuous and never took it personally. The adults didn't mind either but just kept talking and laughing with each other.
Sophia grinned with a smile.
"I'm not arguing with a baby."
Luis did not back off.
"And I'm not arguing with a girl!" Helen intervened in their quarrel, "I hope little Briston will know who to support between you when he grows up."
The two shout simultaneously.
"Me!"
"Ha ha, my dear children!" Helen laughed, and so did everyone.
Briston, looking at his aunt and cousin from the baby basket, was holding a pink fist to his mouth and painting his face with saliva.
After knowing each other, especially having checked the baby, the reunited family went downstairs to have dinner. There is a 9-hour time difference between Dusseldorf and California, it should be just when she wakes up in the Flower Island now, Cathryn thought.
They sat in a dining room on the 2nd floor. Cathryn ate simply, and unlike what she had thought, the Clarkson’s were not silent at all at the table. In fact, everyone was in a great mood when they were eating, and no one was left unspoken too.
When the last dessert was finished, Cathryn and Keith were excused to go to rest in Keith's room.
It was nice and clean, newly taken care of apparently. Helen had had it cleaned when Keith called to inform them of their return.
Cathryn was surprised to find out that his bedroom was even larger than the one on his island. But she was too sleepy to have a look, she went straight to the bathroom and almost fell asleep when taking a shower and went to bed without drying her hair.
"You can't sleep yet."
Seeing her falling asleep, Keith came with a hairdryer, and Cathryn just climbed onto Keith's lap with her eyes closed so he could blow her hair.
The hair dryer was loud, but they just felt extremely comfortable. The hot wind blew from the roots to the end of her hair, and Cathryn made a long exhale as Keith's fingers gently massaged her scalp.
"Are you still nervous?"
The only light was a bedside lamp giving a soothing yellow light on Cathryn's side face, giving mysterious shadows to her face and body figure. Her eyes were lazily closed, her smooth neck was slender, and her shoulder was shimmering in the shade of the blowing hair.
Keith stared in silence, rubbing his fingers on her scalp and neck in a gentle, uninterrupted manner, his eyes soft and clear.
"No." She murmured. Her hair was dry from the heat as it felt warm and light now.
She rolled herself over to face Keith and started talking about how she was feeling today.
"My grandma said that it was fate that brought men and women together." Cathryn kept her eyes closed and murmured slowly. "I kind of feel like I have been there before when you were introducing your family to me. I must have dreamed of it."
His lips rose. He smiled slightly, and his voice low like a well-stored wine.
"When did you dream of it?"
"A long time ago," Cathryn said without a thought.
"Before you know me?"
She paused for a moment. "If we had known each other in the bar for the first time, then it was before that."
He smiled deeper and bowed his head to kiss her forehead. The fragrance of her hair made him aroused, and he looked up at Cathryn's breasts, which were even more impressive from the breastfeeding. Even when she was lying on her back, they were wonderful to look at.
He began to take control of his breath before it was heard.
Cathryn was clean from lochia before they took the flight, and he had been wanting to eat her clean since yesterday but had to give up for the coming 13-hour flight. Now she has jet lag, and he thought it was safer to hold it tonight too. But such a spectacle was presented so close and so bold in front of his eyes, it was simply too much temptation for him.
"You said it wasn't the first time we met at the bar, and you said that I would find the answer in your room. Is that true?"
Cathryn was almost talking in her dreams as she turned her body again and hugged Keith's waist with her arms.
She was really tired.
There was a slight pain in Keith's eyes. He reached to her and put her head on the pillow, then cuddled her in his arms. The hardness was still there, now tightly placed against her hip. Keith breathed deeply to calm down and answered.
"Sure you can. Go looking for it when you wake up tomorrow."