My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 321: How Many Babies You Want?

(Arata)

After our heated session, Karsten helped me shower and carried me to bed. Tucking me in, he calmly advised. "Sleep, you are exhausted."

I clutched his thick wrist. "Sleep with me."

He cast me a sinful glance. "If I got in bed with you. We both know there won’t be any sleep." A wicked smile followed. "And you need to rest now."

I pouted at him, not letting his wrist go. Seeing my reluctance, he lowered himself and settled right beside me, near my waist.

Holding the edge of my blanket, he pulled it up, covering my chest. His hand then rested on my face, and his thumb rubbed my temple in slow circles.

Soothing, the effect always calmed me down.

"I am here, not going anywhere. Close your eyes now."

I leaned into his touch, folding my arms to clutch the blanket to my chest, watching the softness in his eyes. "Sing to me," I requested.

"In my horrible voice?" He asked, amused.

"It’s not horrible. I want to hear you sing to us." I picked up his hand from my face and placed it on my belly. "Baby wants to hear too."

His hand gently cupped my skin as he affectionately smiled. Opening his mouth he began to sing.

It was a Spanish love song, soft, melodious and beautiful. The one I had heard numerous times because of how popular it was. His voice wasn’t bad at all, he had been lying.

Rich and deep, I loved the high notes in them. I listened with a smile on my face, soaking in the love his voice held.

The words swam out of his mouth in beautiful melodies as he finished singing the song and said.

"It’s Spanish, I will give you a small summary of it."

"Lo entiendo, Karsten. (I understand, Karsten.)" I wriggled my brows at him.

A surprise swept past his face at my words.

"You understand, Spanish? Or just learnt a few words?" He asked, quite astonished.

I rubbed his arm with the tips of my fingers. "I learnt it in college."

"You never told me. It means you understand everything we ever said and spoke amongst ourselves." There was amusement dancing in his eyes.

"You never asked, only assumed that I didn’t know." I shrugged my shoulders at him, making him laugh, his eyes becoming narrowed with ridges appearing at the sides.

"My wife is full of surprises, always." Leaning in, he lovingly kissed my forehead. "Sleep now I am here."

I closed my eyes, with assurance that he was there for me and soon drifted off into slumber.

***

The next day, after breakfast we decided to explore the island. I put on a pair of faded jeans and a comfortable top, paired with fleet shoes and a straw hat.

Karsten had on black jeans and a purplish grey Henley. It stretched against his broad shoulders. I loved how he had packed a slightly different wardrobe for our trip. Stepping out of his comfort zone.

Tying the laces of his joggers he asked. "Ready?"

I nodded, adjusting my hat.

He asked. "You put on the mosquito repellent lotion?"

Getting up, Karsten picked up our backpack and put it on his shoulders.

"I did. You should have too." The stubborn man refused to put it on.

"My blood is not as sweet as yours. They don’t bite me."

I shook my head at his smug surety.

Offering me his hand, he graced me with his smile. I interconnected our fingers and off we went.

Crossing the sandy beach, we came across the path leading into the thick forest. No dangerous species of animals lived here. Only a vast variety of birds and small monkeys, flying foxes, geckos and other rodents.

I was most excited to see the birds, which included rainbow-shaded parrots, parakeets, doves and other rare species.

"You know in the heart of this forest, there is a plant which only brings forth one flower after 20 years," I informed Karsten about the legend of the Blood moon flower and continued to reveal.

"The last time it bloomed was five years ago when I turned twenty. We had come to see it. Mom and Baba have seen it twice. It bloomed on their honeymoon as well."

"Sounds like a magical plant. I wish I had met you earlier in life and we had seen it together, five years ago." Karsten lifted the bent branches of a tree, laden with pink flowers so I could pass.

The scent of the flowers, the mossy forest floor and the distinctive hooting of miscellaneous birds made the air heavy.

"In 15 years we can see it together." I squeezed his hand.

"With six of our kids, it will be a total of eight of us," he added with a smirk and I had to pause my steps and give him a sharp look with my eyes narrowed.

"Six? What do I look like? A vending machine that sprouts out babies when you put your dick inside it?" The image was so clear in my head that a cringey shudder went through me.

Karsten doubled over, placing his free hand on his stomach.

"No, you are my sweet sweet Phoenix who is going to give me little versions of ourselves."

"Yeah! But, six? Absolutely not."

"How about eight then?" Karsten teased, stepping closer and breathing into my ear.

"How about I smack you in the face?" I fisted my free hand and he presented his face like one does special food on a silver platter.

"If it pleases my lady."

"Insufferable, you are insufferable at times. We are not having so many babies though."

His hand left mine and went around my shoulder, pulling me into him "I am just teasing you. We will have as many babies as my beautiful wife will desire. Not one more or less, so tell me how many you desire."

My body relaxed as we stepped on the extended roots of a giant mango tree.

"Three, I want three babies. All girls." Karsten tensed at my last two words, he knew why I had said what I had said.

"I will change the rules, Arata. If we have a son or sons they will not follow in my footsteps. That much I have promised and I will keep it at every cost."

I leaned into him and his big arm assuredly tethered me to him.

"I hope so, Karsten."

Hooting of a parrot from the upper branches of the mango tree interrupted our deep thoughts and our gazes lifted.

"There!" Karsten spotted him first and pointed and I followed his pointer finger.

There it was, a rainbow-hued parrot sitting on the uppermost branch of the tree and singing what I believed to be a love song.

Mesmerising and enchanting, we were lost in his charm, watching him with Karsten’s arms crossed against my belly and chin resting on my shoulder.

"What do you think he is saying?" I whispered to Karsten.

"He is calling his beloved," he softly answered, making me smile.

I silently prayed that his lover would return to him, like I did to Karsten and we had our love story blooming.

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