Since she had promised Little Rice Cake, Chi Chi set her mind to the 'Second Child Plan.'
Yes, the plan began with giving her own husband the cold shoulder.
That night, after her bath, she slipped into her pajamas.
Xavier Foster was leaning against the headboard, absorbed in his paperwork, when Chi Chi crawled onto the bed. The light, delicate pajamas barely reached her upper thighs, showing off her long, fair legs.
She flopped down across Xavier Foster’s lap, lifting her dazzling eyes to look at him; her thick lashes fluttered, gaze misty and flirtatious.
“Honey, my waist hurts. Will you give me a massage?”
Her sweet, soft, and sleepy voice went straight for Xavier Foster’s heart.
He immediately tossed his papers aside, his big hands coming to rest on her waist and begin to massage.
Her skin, separated only by a thin layer of cloth, radiated warmth—Xavier Foster didn’t even have to look to know how smooth and fair she was beneath.
Chi Chi wiggled her hips, settling in more comfortably. Her little head edged closer to Xavier Foster.
Her warm breath danced along his waist, and Xavier Foster took a long breath—were their baby’s feelings from last night still lingering? Could they want even more tonight...?
Xavier Foster’s Adam’s apple bobbed seductively. He massaged her head, and his hands inevitably wandered from her waist.
“What’s gotten into you? So clingy tonight.”
He bent down toward her ear; his voice was husky and low.
Chi Chi tilted her head back, kissing him sweetly. Her bared neck arched in a beautiful curve, tempting anyone to touch.
Xavier Foster reached over, wrapped his arms around her waist, and with one swift motion pulled her upright, reversing their roles. He deepened the kiss.
The heat between them climbed, and just as things were about to spill over, Chi Chi pressed a hand on his chest.
“Ah, wait. I promised Little Rice Cake I’d sleep with him tonight!”
Saying so, she slid off Xavier Foster’s lap, her small hand mischievously tracing over his sensitive spot.
She quickly changed into her plain cotton pajamas, then grabbed her small pillow from the head of the bed.
“Honey, you’ll be sleeping alone tonight.”
With that, she headed out the door, her movements seamless. Xavier Foster watched her go. “Baby, are you coming back later?” he called after her.
Chi Chi turned back at the door, wide-eyed and innocent. “Nope! Didn’t we agree that once you promise Little Rice Cake something, you have to keep your word and set a good example?”
She slipped out, gently closing the door behind her. Covering her mouth to stifle her laughter, she padded off to Little Rice Cake’s room.
Xavier Foster looked down at the rumpled bedding...
Chi Chi’s warmth slowly left it, as did most of the heat stirred up inside him.
He gritted his teeth. As expected—a son really is born to steal your wife!
Elsewhere, Chi Chi happily slept the night away with her son in her arms.
Yep, she’d keep this up for half a month, let him really crave it.
When he really couldn’t take it anymore—then she’d...!!
...
The next day, the third day...
Chi Chi kept up the routine, teasing him until he was in a daze, then escaping at the last moment.
By the fifth day, Xavier Foster couldn’t take it anymore. He locked the door and hid the key before she could run.
Chi Chi took her bath as usual and tried to slip away.
But something felt off tonight—Xavier Foster had been suppressing a smile all evening!
As she reached the door, ready to slip out as usual, she discovered—the door was locked!
Xavier Foster closed in behind her, catching her hand and pinning her against the door.
“Baby, are you Cinderella? Why do you have to run away every night?”
“Ahem... I need to sleep with Little Rice Cake!”
“No way. You’ve stayed with him enough. It’s my turn!” he declared, refusing to give in. He lowered his head and kissed her.
Chi Chi tried to break free, but his kisses left her too weak to stand.
Xavier Foster bent over, scooped her up, and tossed her onto the bed with an air of wicked triumph, domineering as a bandit. “Mmph, you’re not going anywhere tonight.”
“Mmph, but I have to tell our baby first.”
“Nope,” Xavier Foster murmured, caging her in his arms. White pajamas tangled with black as they tumbled into the covers together.
Lost in the moment, Xavier Foster still kept his head, reaching into the nightstand for protection.
Chi Chi, already dazed from his teasing, noticed his actions and pounded on his chest in protest.
“Xavier Foster, don’t use that. Let’s have a baby!”
Xavier Foster kissed her, smiling, “Mm, next time.”
“Liar... ugh...”
Next time, next time. He said that every time!
Her protest died in her throat, leaving her looking betrayed and aggrieved.
This plan stinks!
Meanwhile, in the next room, Little Rice Cake waited and waited.
Why hasn’t Mommy come yet?
He slipped off his little bed and ran to his parents’ room, reaching out his hand to twist the doorknob.
Twist, twist—huh?
It wouldn’t open?
Little Rice Cake frowned. Mommy said she’d sleep with him tonight. He pressed his ear to the door and heard faint noises from inside.
Was Mommy uncomfortable? Was she crying?
Daddy was probably making her tell stories again. Bad Daddy!
He started pounding on the door with his small fists, cheeks puffed in anger. “Papa, Mommy!”
The pounding shocked the two on the bed. Xavier Foster, startled, lost control for a second.
Chi Chi let out a sharp, teary gasp, and quickly slapped her hand over her mouth.
Tears shimmered in her eyes as she looked at Xavier Foster, simultaneously aggrieved and bashful.
Xavier Foster gritted his teeth, sighed, then leaned down and kissed her.
He got dressed, drew himself together, and went to open the door...