Kate Educates Jacob #37

A Bright Dawn

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Jacob had a rough night filled with bad dreams. Each time he shouted out and thrashed around with flailing arms almost violently, sweating profusely in our bed, I woke up.

I straddled Jacob immediately, holding my beloved fiancee tight, rocking him back and forth while sat in his lap, with both legs wrapped around his waist.

My encapsulation of Jacob calmed him as he sobbed, half in and out of sleep. He whispered Natalia’s name repeatedly, in abject heartbreak and I knew we needed to make the trip I promised soon, laying to rest a ghost to whom my fiancee was connected.

By morning, I felt exhausted but still woke before him. As I snuggled close with my head on his chest, roaming around his body with a lazy hand, I felt Jacob’s delightful morning wood and decided to get his day off to the best possible start.

I peeled back his foreskin, enjoying a pungent aroma. Not wishing to consume it after nearly eight hours of sleep, I cleaned the rapidly engorging glans with a lemon cleaning wipe before partaking.

The bitter flavor hit from cleaning when I sucked Jacob’s cock was soon diminished, replaced by a copious flow of backed up salty pre-cum waiting to be enjoyed by me. I slurped my way, bobbing a determined head up and down his cock noisily, hoping the sound might be the first thing he heard.

As I sucked Jacob’s cock, wanking its shaft with a consistent stroke and weight, his fingers rifled gently through my hair.

“Good morning sweetheart.”

“Good morning. I can’t speak while I’m eating, Jacob.”

“Thank you for taking care of me last night. I don’t remember much except you being there constantly. It must have been exhausting.”

You’re worth every bit.

I continued wanking and sucking my fiancee’s cock while he rested back on a pillow, cherishing an early morning delectation. I enjoyed when his cock slightly blocked my windpipe, challenging a technique that was improving gradually the more I sucked Jacob off.

When he tapped my head three times, I was prepared and sucked his cock harder while wanking it faster, emptying his semen inside my mouth in several hot ropes.

Once his cock stopped twitching and every drop of semen was decanted into my mouth, I swallowed and cleaned diligently before laying back, smiling at my boyfriend.

“Now we can discuss anything you like.”

“You missed your period for two days, Kate.”

“I know.”

Fucking hell, you don’t miss much any more.

“You could test now.”

“I know that too. I’m not sure you being an expert in women’s menstrual cycles is such a good idea for me.”

“Are you scared to test?”

“Of course. I’m terrified, actually.”

“Then don’t do it. We can wait and let nature announce our pregnancy when it's ready.”

I felt an enormous relief having believed I’d carried the burden alone. I might have known Jacob would look for signs of my period and be there with a cushion or foot massage, but this time he hadn’t offered, knowing as I did that this might be our time.

“Oh Jacob, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I feel the same way. Have you been late before Kate?”

“Never, but with all the recent stress, dad’s passing, a GD takeover, and the gold, it’s possible those things might have disrupted my period.”

“Maybe you could wait a couple more days to see what happens.”

“I’d prefer doing that, Jacob.”

I had a busy day ahead, orientating Hannah to her new role, introducing key staff coming down from GD campus for my meeting, involving mom and praying Jacob could make sense of and find something useful for Claude to do.

“Mom abhors slovenly people, honey.”

“If you’re thinking about Claude, I’ll chat to him later. He might be very useful if he wants to stick around.”

“You really like him, don’t you?”

“Yeah. We have similar backgrounds and he has a laissez faire sense of humor that I really like.”

“Hopefully Hannah likes him too.”

“You’ll find out at breakfast, Kate. I’m sure she will confide in you.”

“I’m sure Claude will do the same with you sweetheart.”

I smiled cutely, knowing Jacob would not ask for, or be told any lewd details but his snippets of information would be far more relevant to understanding Claude the man, rather than how he came to be in Hannah’s life.

“Are we training today? Your race meeting is this weekend, so we could go for a slow jog just to limber up and keep everything moving.”

“I’m not racing. I can join another event next month as a feeder to the State Championships.”

“Perfect. We’ll have a rest day then.”

Jacob knew I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to compete, but said nothing, demonstrating once again his capacity to support me without making a fuss. Potential pregnancy gnawed at my soul as it does any woman waiting pensively to discover what nature has in store for them.

I rolled over in our bed, still facing Jacob, smiled at him, winked and nodded in a direction away from our bedroom.

“Fetch me whichever paddle you’d like to be flayed with this morning and meet me on the patio, darling.”

“By your command, m’lady.”

He leaped out of bed and sprinted from the bedroom to our dungeon. I knew he’d select the second largest wooden paddle with drilled holes because it was the perfect stroke weight and slap area to send Jacob into an ecstatic meditative state.

As we watched the sunrise from our patio with Jacob perfectly set across my knee, I gave my beloved a maintenance spanking he would feel all day. If anyone heard us, we didn’t care because love should never be constrained by other people’s sensibilities.

After we showered, Jacob and I joined an ever-increasing number of breakfast diners at the most delicious buffet. It was like busy truck-stop and everyone was chatting excitedly. I was somewhat relieved that introductions were already made and it seemed Hannah with her swain in tow had made friends.

Mom saw me and diverted from her route back to the table carrying a plate of crispy maple streaky bacon and fresh blueberry pancakes.

While we chatted, I purloined a rasher of bacon from her plate, enjoying its crunchy texture and deep smoked maple flavor. Mom looked thrilled.

“It’s so nice to have the house full up again, Kate.”

“It’s hardly full mom.”

“You know what I mean. It’s so vibrant in here and that darling French man looks and sounds good enough to eat.”

“You stick to eating the bacon and pancakes, mom. I can’t have Hannah leave because you stole Claude.”

“No, well… I can’t wait for the grandkids sweetheart. I’m guessing the first will be along in about nine months, then?”

She smiled suggestively, nodding down at her plate. When I looked at what caught her attention, a feeling of horror mixed with joy rose like butterflies from my stomach.

“You always hated maple infused smoked bacon dear. It’s something you would never eat from childhood until this day, and that’s the second rasher of mine that you’ve munched through, with no signs of easing off.”

I smiled at mom, the fear of discovery having been quenched inside me.

“Can you give me a minute please mom?”

“Of course darling… oh, and my lips are sealed.”

I was gone for ten minutes, returning to find a confused and worried looking Jacob part way through his second triple espresso. He kissed me when I joined him at the table, glancing suspiciously at my plate piled high with bacon. I passed him something and whispered before he could ask any questions.

“Read the note first.”

He carefully unraveled the note, reading what I’d written. Jacob stared at the pregnancy test, and saw its positive plus sign, then looked at me with tears in his eyes. I felt elated and wanted to cry too but since I’d written please let’s keep it to ourselves on my note, I squeezed back tears of joy.

Mom had been eyeing both of us carefully and smiled. I placed a finger to my lips and she nodded. She would hold her silence on the matter, but Jacob was falling apart beside me. He politely excused himself to mom and I before leaving the room, hastily followed by me.

Thankfully, a raucous discussion about nothing important ensued among the other diners, and our disappearance went unnoticed. In the foyer of our home, Jacob spun around looking overjoyed with more tears streaming down his cheeks. He carefully lifted me up high, gazing into my eyes with wonder and love.

“This is the happiest day of my life, Kate.”

“Mine too, but why are you crying?”

“I’m happy and worried.”

“Worried about what?”

“My mental health affliction. Could that be passed on to our child?”

“PTSD isn’t hereditary Jacob so please don’t think that.”

He hugged me again and I melted into my baby’s daddy. I felt arms wrap tightly around both of us and saw my mother smiling like a benevolent matriarch. She kissed us on the cheeks several times, basking together with us in a moment of joy.

“You two get off to your apartment before anyone figures out this secret and I’ll have chef send some breakfast and coffee up.”

“Lot’s of bacon please mom.”

We ensconced ourselves in the apartment for an hour, cuddling, crying, pacing the room, discussing nursery colors, horse allocation, and schools.

“I think it’s time we did some work, Jacob.”

“I agree darling. This is so exciting, though. Should I tell my mom and dad?”

“Umm oh Christ… I don’t know. Ahh, I think you have to because it’s not fair my mom knows and they don’t, but you must explain how early on this is.”

“Don’t worry, I shall.”

We went our separate ways although it was obvious to me by the way Jacob reluctantly released my fingers from his that he would have preferred we spend the day together.

When I strolled outside the front of our house to take in some fresh air, I saw the Sheriff’s car leaving with my mom waving him off.

“Was our Sheriff here to apologize for the disruption?”

“Not exactly… well not at all really. He wanted me to tell you, well played.”

“Oh, what for?”

“You know what for. He was also here to collect a cheque for the municipality workers pension fund. I thought it a good use of our foundation money.”

“That’s the first bit of good dad’s gold has done.”

“I’ve also signed off a contribution to fully fund an outreach program providing polio vaccines for babies in Bataan province, Philippines.”

“Wow, you’ve been busy mom.”

“It feels refreshing to do positive things, and I think Richard would approve.”

“Definitely. Dad would love it.”

“Where are you going, Kate?”

“For a stroll and some fresh air. I need time to think.”

“Don’t tell him I said this, but Jacob has a tracker on you.”

“I know mom. If it satisfies him to keep me safe, it pleases me too.”

“Does he know that you know?”

“Of course not.”

I could still hear mom laughing when I reached the treeline. I’d have a three minutes head start maximum before Jacob was somewhere in the forest tracking me.

No other boyfriend would have dared track my movements, but Jacob’s need to keep me safe came from the best possible place in his heart.

We were also in a unique situation whereby my safety was no longer guaranteed. I smiled, playing the game of hide-and-seek, hoping I might detect him before he crept up on me.

When Jacob innocently popped out on the trail in front of me with his best fancy-seeing-you-here expression, I feigned surprise too. He approached, hugged like we hadn’t seen one another for a month, and kissed me on the lips.

“I might as well join you if that’s okay, Kate?”

“Of course sweetheart.”

We walked together for awhile, hand in hand, enjoying the early morning sun splitting a heavy tree canopy, casting yellow rays that danced on the forest floor. Squirrels were out in force and rabbits were everywhere. I felt closer to nature, as many pregnant mothers do, already brooding and fearful that might harm my razor edge in the office.

“If we have a daughter, how protective will you be of her, Jacob?”

“Well, I’m not sure, Kate.”

“Have you given any thought to a daughter or son?”

“Any boyfriends will need to know how accurate I am with a pistol and knife.”

“If only I could be certain that were a joke.”

“As a trained sniper I can’t see me ever losing that skill, so any potential suitors to either gender of our children would need to understand I could take them with a head shot from at least five hundred yards and probably hit their centre of mass from eight hundred.”

“Oh Jacob. You’ll be such a fine father.”

“We’ll have a great family Kate.”

I turned us around, clamped tightly onto Jacob’s arm, resting my head on his shoulder, traipsing through and kicking up dry dead leaves. I felt carefree but knew that given the struggles and challenges at GD, a new crisis loomed.

Back at our house I went straight to the top floor and into a makeshift conference room Andrew and Tiffany had conjured into existence by collusion with Jacob. It was next to my fiancee’s now defunct sweatshop gym which had served him little purpose once realizing he could no longer train with or enjoy lewd glances at my ass wearing yoga pants.

The key directors of GD’s business had joined my close-knit team, so the meeting comprised sixteen of my best and most trusted staff. Once stood at the head of my improvised conference room table, it was time to drop a bombshell, regardless how much I desperately wanted to avoid it.

“GD must make personnel cuts.”

If ever a statement would kill a management team meeting, mine was it. They stared at me with fear dancing through their eyes like a wild fire raging across dry prairie.

There was no easy way to break bad news.

I let my words sink in, so they could imagine worst-case scenarios before I allayed some of that fear. The only sound in the room was my coffee, slid across the table by Andrew who, having been at GD the longest, seemed the most dejected.

“We’re carrying too much dead wood, and that has to be curtailed. Our spending must focus on winning new business and conducting value adding research and development.”

I felt like a corporate drone, throwing people onto the scrap heap because a spreadsheet told me to.

“We won’t make redundancies.”

“How then?”

Andrew never feared asking the difficult questions having done so as my father’s aide-de-camp.

“We’ll focus on middle managers, upskill and reskill everyone. It won’t be an easy exercise in change management, but we’ll do it to save the life’s blood of the company.”

“You said they were dead wood.”

“Yes, but only because they are in the wrong job. GD must start doing the right things rather than doing things right.”

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