"Sa tingin mo, okay lang na iwanan natin si Cal?" Jothea asked me. It's been a year, and just like I promised, I married her again on our first wedding anniversary.

"Should we bring him?" I asked back. We are now in the car, traveling to the airport.

A sigh escaped her lips. "But mom will be heartbroken. She wants us to have our time together that we have missed."

"Yeah, and she wants to have some alone time with her grandchild."

"Do you think the breast milk I prepared is enough?" With unease, she inquired.

"I think it is. You did your best to provide everything for our child, my love. Let me take you for a break."

She chuckled. "I doubt it, Ismael. We're going to Switzerland. I don't think you will give me a break."

My finger twitched as I gave her a knowing wink. "You knew me well."

The moment we landed in Bern, we booked into the nearest high-end hotel from the airport. She locked the door and turned to me to immediately reach for my lips. I guess she doesn't really want to take a break deep inside.

"Hmmm..." she let out a soft moan when I placed my hand on her ass inside her skirt. The sensation of her thong made me smirk. She really knows how to turn me on.

"Ahhh!" That was her sound when I inserted my finger into her now-drenching flesh. She seemed to be just as enthralled as I was. She plays with my hair while biting my bottom lip. She's dominating. She's been more than aggressive since we tied the knot.

"I want more, Ismael," she whispered hoarsely. Without hesitation, she shoved me onto the bed. She took off her dress strap while still standing, and her clothes plummeted to the floor in an instant. Her stunning white lingerie is now crystal clear in my mind.

She crawled on top of me. I couldn't help but smile as she swiftly undid my belt and secured it to her palm using her teeth.

She's insane. Not her dancing above me while her hands are in the air.

"Suck me," she ordered, drawing her chest up to my face. I reached and kissed her underarms as her hand remained raised. "Not there! Ahhh!"

"Where should I then?" She remained silent and let out a low groan as I went on with what I was doing. I seized her buttocks with my right hand, gently stroking them before lowering the delicate fabric that had been covering her hole.

I immediately unzipped my pants to get my dick inside her. "Ahhh!" she squealed in pleasure as my skin slid into her damp domain.

"Ismael..." she called my name when I kissed her chest. Her lingerie was so kinky and erotic to see since it didn't cover her breasts that I could immediately suck whenever I pleased. I kept sucking on it as I pressed my member on hers. "Right there, Ismael! That's right! You're hitting the right spot! Ahhh! So good!"

"Take off your clothes; I want to feel your warmth," she whispered under her breath as I followed her. I took off my clothes and threw them away with my pants.

As time went on, I could sense her independent movement on top of me. I can see her eyes rolling upward in pleasure and ecstasy. I didn't do anything other than accompany her in rhythm while kissing her chin.

"Ahhh! Faster! More, Ismael! More!" As she screamed, she regained her breath. These past few days since Cal was born, we have never really had a chance to engage in such activities as this. Both of us were hands-on with our child, and every time we tried to go to bed, Cal would cry, so we had no choice but to stop what we were doing.

I can see why she's into it tonight. Just like how I miss her, she really misses me too. I miss her body connecting with mine.

She bit my neck as I felt her cum on top of me. I rowed her more while she was still catching her breath. "Hold tight," I whispered before I put his tied hand on my head. I immediately stood up.

"Love, where are we going?"

"We forgot to take a shower. Let's take a bath."

We continued kissing as she embraced me, and we went into the shower together.

Before bringing her down, I took the belt from her hands. A hint of desire showed on her face as she grinned.

"I remember you never wanted to wear something like this," I commented while tracing the lingerie she was wearing.

"I lied."

"I knew you did." I took off the lingerie she was wearing. I quickly turned her away from me before I sat down. I turned on the shower so it could drench us.

I touched her behind and found the hole in her pussy. "Ismael..." I kissed her, which made her bend over. I saw that her body was just pressing against the wall. "Ahhhh... Ismael!"

"You like this?" I asked.

"I love it." The satisfaction in her squirming prompted me to touch her back.

"Relax, baby." I persisted in licking her femininity even as she turned her back.

"Can you just let me sit? I don't think my legs can stand," she complained.

"That's my goal, baby. I'll fuck you hard while we're here until you're unable to walk anymore."

I got to my feet before I broke through her defenses once more. Unceasingly, she wailed. I embraced her tightly as I sensed her knees weakening. I kissed her smooth back as I continued thrusting like a wild beast.

"Ismael! I'm cumming! Ahhh!" I feel that she is because of the tightness of her grip on my hands.

"Wait for me." After what seemed like an eternity of moving, my warriors finally began to disperse. I pulled out my canon before bringing her to me to kiss me again.

"Hindi ko na alam kung tubig pa ba ang bumabagsak sa hita ko o katas ko na," she laughed and remarked. Seeing her joy restored made me grin as well. Is she aware that her smiles have the power to reawaken my lust? Now, I'm hard again.

"Upo ka sa bathtub, Ismael." He pushed me lightly.

"Why?"

However, she never responded. I just turned on the water in the tub, and then I noticed her climbing in. She knelt down and tucked her hair behind her ear.

She gave me a head.

"Ughh..." A grunt escapes my lips. As she stares deeply into my eyes, she begins to suck me. Observing her perform this brought me an unearthly thrill, and I tightened my jaw in response.

I started to breathe more shallowly. She reached out and placed my hand on top of her own head. "Lead me. Use me to satisfy you."

I looked at her as I lowered her head to insert my manhood.

"Pwede mong isagad. What's stopping you, my husband?" She asked playfully.

Cursing it out was my reaction. "Take it just as far and deep as you can."

But I was surprised when my cock reached her damn throat. I bit my lips. She's getting hotter and insane.

I can see how she's pleased with what she's doing. Even her eyes were watering in tears of joy. Her face is enough to make me cum.

When I felt like I was cumming inside her mouth, I briefly closed my eyes. I felt compelled to kiss her after witnessing her swallow it all.

Soon, the bathtub was filled with water. I can't remember how many times we had sex during the whole trip. I don't even remember if we went out for a walk to see some tourist spots. All I know is that we're fulfilling ourselves by creating memories that will last a lifetime.

"Are you sure you want another baby?" I asked. She was leaning on my arm while we were lying on the bed. "It seems like just yesterday when I saw you struggling to give birth."

"But the pain disappeared when I saw Cal. Napalitan lahat ng galak. I want to feel the same feelings again, Ismael. Napakasaya ko ng mga oras na iyon," she answered.

"I know, I saw your face. Even I was overjoyed when I saw our firstborn."

Tightly, she embraced me. "I want another one, Ismael. Let's make baby number two."

I laughed and said, "Then we should get to work to fulfill your wishes."

But just like I said before, just because you go to bed many times doesn't mean you have a high chance of having a baby. It has been three years since we tried and tried, and still, there's no baby number two yet.

"My love, what are you doing there? It's getting cold. Cal is waiting for you," I said before I walked to the balcony where my wife was. It's already eight in the evening, and she's still there outside, standing up and looking at our field.

I embraced her close. "What's bothering you?" Under my breath, I spoke.

She shook her head. "Iniisip ko baka may problema sa akin kung bakit hindi tayo magkaanak."

"But the doctor said we were both healthy and fine."

"Yes, and we're following the diets, and we're making sure to make love based on our plan."

Her tone betrayed a hint of unease, which I picked up on. I kissed her cheek. "Didn't I tell you before that it was out of our hands? If God still doesn't see that it's the right time for us, then He will not give it yet. Let's just be patient, my love."

I held her chin to kiss her. I noticed the tears in her eyes. "We'll be fine. Let's just enjoy the moment while Cal is our only baby. Having two babies is difficult, don't you think?"

She laughed. "I know, but I really want it. I prayed for it every night, Ismael."

I kissed her forehead. "Then claim, as it has already been done. We will have our Iso, soon."

"Iso?" Her eyebrows were knitted. "Was that a name?"

I gently pushed a lock of hair behind her ears and gently pinched her cheek. "It is a name. Iso, as in Isosceles."

She hit me lightly. "Then, if you already have a name for our second baby, I guess God will let it happen. He will make our Iso real."

"Of course. That's the right mindset, my love."

"Mommy?" We both turned around upon hearing Cal call his mommy. "Mommy, why are you crying?"

Our son walked closer to his mommy. Cal is three years old now, and he's holding the kitten that Mael gave birth to last month. I guess he took over my heart for cats.

"I am not crying, dear," replied Jothea before picking up our son.

Seeing them together made me happy. The last time I laid eyes on them was probably when Cal was a baby. I never imagined that I would witness them together like this again, but this time under the celestial canopy of a full moon and glittering stars on this particular night.

"Then what are these?" Cal stroked his mother's lower eye. "These are tears, mommy. Are you sad?"

"No, baby, not all tears are caused by sadness; sometimes you are crying because you are grateful for everything."

I smiled. Yes, baby, that's right. I caressed my wife's hair. "What should you do when you see mommy crying, baby Cal?" I asked.

"This, Dad. I'll do this." Cal kissed her mommy's eyes and wiped those tears on her cheeks.

"Very good, baby Cal. Now, your mother will shed another tear, but that's alright because she is literally sobbing over things. So, what will you do next?"

"I'll kiss her forehead like this." Cal kissed her mommy's forehead before saying, "I love you, mom. Don't worry too much. I'm here for you."

"That's right. But you saw her still crying, what are you going to do now?"

"I'll call you and leave everything to your care, Dad."

Jothea laughed out loud and smiled at Cal as well. I can see in our Cal's eyes the excitement of what I taught him. Because of his mother's laugh, he knew everything I told him was effective and proven. He'll probably do this every time.

"Good job, my baby boy. Now, just like you said, I'll take over. Let me bring you to your nanny, okay?"

"Yes, Dad!"

I kissed Jothea's cheek before I winked and left the room.

"I'll play with you tomorrow, so don't come to our room tonight. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Dad!"

Before leaving my intelligent son with his nanny, I put him to sleep. I made sure to remember to lock the door when I swiftly returned to our room. I undressed the second I heard the water running in the shower so that my wife and I could take a relaxing bath together.

As I held her naked body, I could feel her trembling. "Did I tell you that you're getting unbelievably beautiful every day?" My voice was raspy as I whispered. While she felt my gentle touches on her body, she twisted around to face away from me.

"Stop it, Ismael. Let's just take a shower and sleep. We're not supposed to do this tonight," she resisted.

"Then why does your face look inviting?"

Sulking, she dismissed it. "You know what?" Her gaze fell on me. "Katawan ko pala ang kawawa kapag naikasal ako sa taong mahal na mahal ako. You never let me sleep."

My face lit up with bliss. "Well, as if it's not beneficial for you. I'm doing you a favor to get the heavenly pleasure you wanted."

"Yeah, right, but still, we're not supposed to do this tonight, so let's simply take a bath."

"Then, can I just kiss you?"

Furrows formed on her face as she scowled. "I don't believe that it will be enough just to kiss."

"You knew me so well." I reached for her lips and kissed her passionately. She immediately responds while holding my chin. Our tongues are colliding.

I held her chest and caressed it. "Ahhhh...d-don't..."

I continued to savor her lips while playing with and pinching her nipples. "Ismael... don't just pinch them. Suck them like a baby."

I grinned before following her order. "Ack!" I bit her nipple before I inserted my finger into her cave down there. I simultaneously move my tongue the same way with my fingers. The same pressure and pinning made her go insane.

"I'm ready. Get it in. Get your dick inside me."

It made me laugh. "It was you who's rejecting me, but yet it was you who's now more excited, like you can't wait."

"Just put it in Ismael! Now!"

I laughed even more at her scream. "Alright. As you wish, my lady."

I penetrated her walls. It was tighter than usual. I thought she was ready? "You lied. I feel like you can snap my dick in half, my wife."

"Just push gently. I'll spread my legs more." I leaned her against the wall and placed her left leg on my waist. Now, I can see that my whole manhood is now inside her. I traced her tummy and saw it underneath. This guy is so erect that it gets bigger.

"Ahhh! So damn good, Ismael! Move!"

"You're demanding as ever." I gave her the hard fuck she requested. Our intimate encounters did not conclude in the restroom; rather, they lingered throughout the bedroom, from the bedside sofa to the floor, the balcony, and even behind the door.

"What an animal," she added while laughing as we lay back on our bed.

"Aren't you talking about yourself too?"

"I guess so." She placed my palm on her chest. "Play with them until I get to sleep. Massage me."

I shook my head. "You're getting bolder, you know? I like how you change every now and then. You never failed to amaze me."

"And you're still as patient as ever, Ismael. I'm so lucky to have you as my husband. I never had a moment that I regretted getting married at such a young age."

She leaned over to look at me. She caressed my face. "I'm happy, Ismael. Since the day we got married, you have ensured that I have never felt lonely or abandoned. I am really grateful."

I drew her nearer so we could embrace. I ran my fingers softly over her smooth back rather than her chest. "I am grateful too. I am proud that you are the mother of my child and my wife. You know that you alone can complete my life, yet you have blessed me with a child, and I still want to have another one. That proves that you will never abandon me."

"I won't; didn't I promise that? Also, who told you that I only want another one, Ismael? I want eleven more."

It made me giggle. "Be careful what you wish for, my love."

"How I wish we'd get good news after tonight," she whispered.

"I hope so." I adjusted the blanket for both of us before I leaned her against my chest.

"Ismael..." she called me.

"Yes, my love?"

"I have a question."

"What is it?"

"Who would you choose kung dumating sa point na kailangan mong mamili sa amin ng magiging anak mo?"

I opened my eyes again. "What do you mean?"

She turned to face me. "Kunwari, sabihin ng doctor, kailangan mong mamili sa amin ng anak natin? Who would you choose to be alive between us?"

I felt a lump in my throat. "That won't happen, Jothea. Both of you will be safe."

"But what if?"

"Don't think that way."

"I want to know your answer."

"You will if it happens. But not now." I rested her against my chest again.

"But, honestly, I want you to choose our child," she stated.

Tsk.

Her question occurred to me like a premonition. The night when we had sex out of plan was the night Iso was conceived. And here I am at the hospital in a blank state after the doctor asked me who I would save between my wife and my child.

I remembered the conversation between Jothea and I again as if it were just last night. It breaks my heart to the point that I have to choose one and that everyone's life depends on me.

I peeked into the room where Jothea was in delicate condition. They said Jothea's process of giving birth to Iso was perilous.

"Mr. Mondalla, can we have your answer now?" asked the nurse. I bit my lip. I never thought that I would cry more than ever because of the situation I am currently in. My parents are behind me, waiting for my answer.

"Save my wife, please."

I felt the tight hug of my family. I also saw them crying because of my decision. I know this will break Jothea's heart because, after three years, we managed to have a child again, but how am I supposed to obey what she wants when it will also break me?

I remembered what her dad whispered to me when we got married. It is a promise that I shouldn't break.

"Always choose her."

I kept crying behind the door, praying that Jothea would understand my decision. I want her alive. She is the woman I promised to protect until my last breath.

"Ismael!" Jothea's mom called me, who had just arrived at the hospital with her ex-husband. "How is she?"

I simply glanced at Jothea's dad instead of answering. All he did was nod as if to reassure me that my decision was right.

We all turned to see the doctor emerge as soon as the door swung wide. When I heard a baby cry, my cries intensified.

"Congratulations, Mr. Mondalla. We managed to save both of them. It's a miracle."

My knees got weak, and I ended up on my knees while continuously thanking God. Does he mean my wife and my child are both saved?

"Can we get inside?" Mom asked the doctor.

"Yes, you can."

They went inside first, while I was still gathering the courage to see my wife's face.

I felt the doctor tap on my shoulder. "You just chose what is right, Mr. Alvandra. Thankfully, your wife appears to be aware of your decision, which is why she is fighting for her own survival with her child."

"Thank you, doc." I just hugged him.

"Thanks be to God." His final farewell to me was a pat on the back. With all my strength, I stared into the room.

"Nasaan si Ismael?" I heard my wife's delicate voice.

"I'm here," I responded. She turned to me and gave me a wide smile, as if she didn't make me worry about her at all.

"What's with you? Why are your eyes swollen? Did you cry?" she asked. I approached her and looked at the baby she was holding. The boy was pale white, just like his mother's skin. Now I know why she saved her child.

"I did. I was worried." I caressed her face while she was still crying.

"Hey, you're crying again. Are you aware that our family is here? Nakikita ka nilang umiiyak."

"I don't care anymore." I kissed her forehead. "Thank you for saving me."