Remember me, Forrest

"May I?"

Janice nodded as Jules pointed to her chest. She turned, and showed her back to him, to help her undo the hooks of her brassiere.

She breathed out as her ample breasts bounced free from the restraint.

She rolled her eyes as she noticed Jules’ eyes on them and glimpsed him licking his lips slowly.

"Don't." She mumbled.

"Don't what?" A grin plastered on his face, "I said nothing."

"I know and I am aware of what you are about to say." She mumbled, grabbing her son who was squirming in his cot.

Jules shrugged, "I doubt that."

Janice rolled her eyes and expertly changed the subject as she noticed his eyes were on her and would never leave.

She had glimpsed the desire in the grey orbs and the last thing she wanted to do was indulge him more.

"He has such an enormous appetite." Janice groaned as the infant latched his tiny mouth onto her breast.

He made a noisy sound as he suckled and his hand reflexively was pressed on it possessively.

"I believe he took it from someone." Jules grinned, fascinated at the sight of his son suckling from her breast, which had grown twice the size.

He didn't miss the possessiveness as well as he gazed at the infant hand on one of it.

Janice hadn't entirely shed the weight she gained after putting to birth. But then, he was not expecting her to transform back into her lithe body since their baby was just a week old.

Despite the marks that lined her once perfect body and the chubbiness she had attained, he still found her sexy. In fact, she was perfect in every aspect and he found himself drawn to her each time he stared at her.

He didn't think any woman would look as good as the way she was. Also, he would never stare at them the same way as he stares at her.

Besides, he had believed that voicing out his feelings to her might make him vulnerable. Heck! Some of his friends had said so and had made him believe it was against the status quo.

So, he had kept to himself. But, he realized it was not so.

Since he had mentioned his feelings to her, it felt like the love kept on multiplying each day and he didn't want it to ever cease.

It was the sweetest thing that had ever happened to him and he was glad he gave in to it.

"I think we are running late for the christening. It would not make sense if we keep the priest and well-wishers waiting." Janice said, burping her son.

"He'd understand. The prince is trying to fill his belly, and I don't think even the priest would appreciate it when he wails."

Janice nodded with a grimace. Their son, Prince Michael's throat, packed a decibel. Whenever he cried, he only needed to scream once to alert the entire castle that he needed her.

Sometimes, he made Janice think he was being spanked until she slept in the room with him once.

"He sure does take after someone in the family." Said Janice, handing him to Jules so she could do the sash of her dress.

"Were you that way when you were younger? I can't imagine you doing this." Jules chuckled.

Janice rolled her eyes. "That is right because I don't. I am a quiet child and I have always been. However, I can imagine you wailing."

"Are you implying that he takes after me?"

"Of course, he is his father's son."

Jules handed the child back to Janice, and a mock shock appeared on his face. He placed his hand on his chest and shook his head, "I'm disappointed you think I am that way."

"Well, at least, he looks like me, so I will take what you said less as an insult."

Janice nudged him, and he let out a chuckle. Indeed, their son had not only taken after his father in his attitude, like the Dowager Queen had noted the first night he made a fuss, he as well was his replica.

He only had her winter blue eyes. Aside from that, he had everything about Jules, which was rather annoying to her.

She assumed since she birthed him, he should be a miniature of her all through.

But again, she didn't mind since she had wanted a little boy that looked like him.

*********

After the christening, Janice handed Prince Michael to Margie and Jeremy, who were his godparents.

Then, she went with Jules and the Dowager Queen to see to the welfare of the people that celebrated with him as well as the gifts they had brought with them.

"Congratulations. He looks so beautiful."

A wide smile appeared on Janice's face and she went into the embrace of the woman who was an acquaintance of hers.

Her eyes wandered around the hall in search of Jules and she halted in the centre of the room as she noticed a brunette by the door of the cathedral.

She noticed the brunette's eyes flickered around the hall before it stayed on hers.

The woman assessed Janice, who, in turn, assessed her. It was then, the latter realized, a child was beside the woman.

Looking at the child, he seemed to be about three years old. His grey eyes reminded her of someone as he stared at her and his mouth lifted in a lopsided smile.

She shrugged and moved towards them despite the strange vibes radiating off of the woman.

"What do I say about not smiling with strangers?!"

Janice creased her brows as the woman berated the boy whilst she got closer.

"It's a pleasure to see you witness Prince Michael's baptism. Why don't you come in?" Janice said, politely.

The woman eyed her, rolling her eyes. "Thanks, but no thanks." She dismissed, then added. "We are not here for any prince, rather we are here to see his father."

Janice stared at the boy once more, then the woman nodded to him. The same weird feeling that he seemed familiar, surfaced inside her head once more.

She couldn't shove it away, nor could she ignore it.

"Who is the father?" Janice asked.

"He's actually coming here. So, I don't need to tell you."

Janice swirled, and her eyes locked on Jules, who was moving towards her in a long stride.

He halted a few meters away from them, and his eyes narrowed.

"Remember Me, Forrest?"

Janice stared at the woman, then at Jules to see if there was any form of recognition.

Her heart sank as she heard her husband let out an exhale and mentioned what seemed to be the woman's name.

"Well, this is your child. I am here to give him to you since you didn't bother to ask about his wellbeing…"

"My child?!"

"His child?!"