My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 118

Rachel was still the one knocking on the door.

She was looking overwhelmed. Her hands were covered in bubbles, there were some on her hair as well. Her shirt was a mess, and finally she couldn't stand it anymore. "Can you please come over and help me?" she pleaded.

Mendes was being a handful, it was one crazy thing after the other. One moment he would be draining the shampoo, the next moment he would spray Rachel with water. She could no longer contain him by herself, she had to ask for help.

Mendes was acting all hyper. Instead of taking a nice and calm bath, he was playing with the water and swimming around in the bathtub.

Mendes used to feel too embarrassed to let others bathe him, but it seemed as though he got over it. Rachel worried about what he would do if he was alone in the bathroom. She was afraid that he would run around and slip or hurt himself without their knowledge.

She asked the boy if he needed her help, and this time he agreed without a hint of hesitation. The last time she asked Mendes, he was determined to refuse her.

Rachel realized that it was a trap. The moment she tried to shampoo his hair, the boy threw water on her. Some of the water even got into her mouth.

Rachel was searching for the shampoo but couldn't find it. It took her a few seconds to realize that Mendes had it, but it was still too late for her. When she turned around, he almost emptied the shampoo bottle on her.

The bathroom had become a complete mess. Rachel's hair was riddled with unwashed shampoo and bubbles, and her clothes were soaking wet from Mendes' horseplay.

Jack went inside the bathroom with Rachel. Mendes was seated in the bathtub playing with his rubber ducky.

He kept squeezing the rubber duck and made impish laughter.

Jack and Rachel each sat on a stool beside the tub. Jack shook his head looking at Mendes. "You are a handful," he said, half-disgusted.

"Don't be so uptight, he's just a kid," Rachel giggled.

"Mendes, come, let's rinse off the bubbles on your head."

Rachel placed a blanket next to the tub and covered her knees with a large towel. She had never bathed a child before, so she emulated the parenting methods she read on the internet.

Jack was clueless as well. He was only doing this because Rachel asked for his help. The methods they found on the internet were easier said than done after all.

Jack never imagined him doing something so demeaning in his life. But he was already there and it was best to just get it over with. He rolled up his sleeves and asked Rachel to put the towel on his ■d

knees.

Rachel had tested her hand on carrying Mendes before Jack came in, and she might not be able to support him on her own. So she grabbed the towel and carefully laid it down on Jack's knees with her slender hands. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Jack almost froze when she smelled Rachel's hair. She was so close to him that the scent of her hair was overpowering. He felt a sudden urge to hold her, but thankfully she sat back on her stool and disaster was averted.

"Alright Mendes, come here, you little scamp!"

Mendes struggled to get out of the tub with his stubby legs. Rachel and Jack supported him until he got out of the tub and put him on Jack's lap.

Jack bent his arm and let Mendes lie on his arm while the child's leg was on his lap. Mendes started to giggle.

"Why are you laughing?" asked Jack He felt like the kid was making fun of him and his methods. "Cut me some slack, kid. This is the first time I've ever done this!"

Mendes wasn't really trying to make fun of Jack, he was just very ticklish.

Jack finally gave up and had to fight with the naughty boy.

There were no words to describe how irritated and emasculated he felt right now. He thought about what he could've done to deserve this, but eventually he got over it. The only way to deal with a naughty boy like Mendes was a steady hand and a tough attitude. ■d

"Mendes, close your eyes and don't move,1' Jack commanded. Mendes surprisingly obliged without quarrel.

Jack nodded at Rachel, and she understood that it was time to rinse off the bubbles on the boy's head. She was carefully using the shower head to wash Mendes' hair while avoiding his eyes and nose.

Some of the water splashed onto his pants but Jack was in no mood to delve into such trivial details. His sole objective right now was to help Rachel bathe this little imp.

As they were bathing Mendes, Jack couldn't help but stare at Rachel. There was something about her that made his heart about to jump out of his chest.

With every passing minute, his tension and urges were becoming harder to fight.

Jack willed himself to turn away from Rachel. He didn't know what he would do if he stared at her for too long, and he certainly didn't want to find out.

Rachel was too focused on washing Mendes that she didn't notice how Jack was staring at her earlier.

She knew that if she took her eyes away from Mendes, she might accidentally run water on his eyes or nose.

After a while, she finally finished washing his hair. She turned around, looking for a clean towel. When she was about to tell Mendes that they were done, she felt someone's lips pressed against hers.

Rachel's eyes widened when she realized it was ■d

Jack.

She saw how his eyes closed as he held her head closer to his. Jack moved away from Rachel when he had his fill.

Rachel was frozen in place as she covered her lips. She wanted to scream at Jack, but she couldn't find her voice.

The abrupt silence made Mendes open his eyes. He saw how Rachel was dumbfounded, but he had no idea what just happened.

The boy looked at her all confused. "What's wrong, Rachel?"

Rachel shook her head. "Nothing." She tried to calm herself down by drying Mendes' hair with the towel.

After she had successfully dried Mendes' hair, Jack helped the boy to stand up.

Mendes, being oblivious to what had happened a few minutes ago, climbed into the tub to continue playing with his rubber duck.

Jack lightly slapped the boy's buttock and said, "Don't play for too long, alright? You got five minutes. After that, wipe yourself off and put on your clothes, got it?"

Mendes looked at Rachel with eyes that resembled a puppy's. It was his way of pleading to get what he wanted, and it always worked.

To his surprise, it didn't work this time. "Listen to what Jack is telling you," said Rachel.

Rachel was confused. She was at a loss for words. Why would Jack suddenly kiss her like that? ■d

But she was sure about one thing, there was no way she would look him in the eye. If their eyes met, she would lose her cool.

She was trying to stay as far away from Jack as possible. She was afraid that he might do it again, and she wouldn't be able to fight back.

Meanwhile, Mendes was done taking a bath. He had gotten out of the tub to wear his towel like a robe and went straight to bed.

When Mendes hopped on the bed, he got out of his towel and rolled all over the bed, his baby fats wiggling like jelly.

Jack was not pleased to see the boy ruining the beddings and slapped his little butt. Rachel was still too scared to say something.

Mendes giggled and kept wriggling on the bed. Judging from the noise, Jack was just playfully hitting him.

Jack would never tolerate any female being naked in front of his wife, though Mendes was just a kid.

He lifted the little guy and put his underpants in his hand. "Put them on," he ordered.

Rachel didn't know what Jack was thinking. Otherwise, she would roll her eyes at him.

After all, Mendes was just a kid. Mendes was so excited that he didn't bother to put on his clothes.

So instead of trying to convince him to wear clothes,

Rachel let him have his fun for a while until he ■d

got tired. By then he would be easier to convince him to put on his clothes.

Fortunately, it was summer, and it was rather warm for an evening. Mendes wouldn't catch a cold even if he slept naked.

When Mendes felt his energy get depleted, Jack held him in his arms and wiped off the sweat from his armpits and forehead. Jack had never been so exhausted in his life. It was as tiring as the thousands of contracts he had worked on.

The saying that all children were little angels was crazy! The truth was that they were little imps. It would be great if everyone could subdue them into silence, but no, it was not that easy.

There was no way Jack could keep this up for a week. Imagine if he had to do it for a whole month! Just one evening of bathing the boy and he was exhausted.

He felt sorry for the poor souls that had to deal with this little imp every single day.

Thankfully, he fell asleep as soon as he had gotten into his pajamas.

Rachel had also used the last of her energy. She tucked the child in and sighed. "Boys are too noisy and rowdy. Girls are cuter."

"Yes, he is very naughty. We should not spoil our child in the future," Jack echoed.

As soon as he said those words, he himself was shocked.

And Rachel was stunned too. 'What is he talking about?' she thought. ■d

'When did I start to imagine that I would have a baby with Rachel?1 he thought.

Rachel fixed her hair to conceal her embarrassment. "It's getting late, we should..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Jack cut her off. "Rachel!"

They stared at each other and remained silent. After a few seconds, Jack suddenly calmed down and pulled her out of the room.

As soon as they got out of the room, Jack pushed her against the wall and leaned towards her. "Jack, what are you doing?" Rachel's legs were shaking, and you could feel the panic from the sound of her voice.

Jack was leaning closer to her face, and soon he was towering over her and covering the light coming from the hallway.

Sweat ran down on Rachel's cheeks. She pursed her lips and held onto the wall. "Jack! What are you planning to do?"

Jack's mind had almost reached its wit's end. One misstep and he would fall into a bottomless chasm that he could never return from.

But he couldn't calm his desires. Everything about Rachel turned him on. The smell of her hair, the innocence in her eyes, and the way she bit her lips—Jack couldn't help himself.

Jack called her name with his bedroom voice. Rachel saw the way he looked at her. His eyes were filled with complex emotions that she did not completely understand. ■d

Jack dueled with the thought of kissing her again. What could he say to convince her to accept him?

He saw that Rachel was trembling, and her eyes pleaded "No." "What's the matter with you?" she stammered as she pushed him away.

Jack didn't know what to say at this point. He kept staring at her, breathing deeply.

Rachel involuntarily licked her lips because they felt dry from all the tension.

It triggered an uproar in Jack's heart. He had gone through a lot to control his desire, and seeing her do that cut off the last of his sanity. There was no stopping him now.