It had been a busy day and the newlyweds were exhausted. Apart from the organization of the renovations to Marc's ancestral home, they had got married, and looked after around twenty relatives and friends for five days over the celebration.
They said goodnight to their sister and brother-in-law and closed the bedroom door.
Marc pulled off his shoes and lay on the bed, gazing at the ceiling. Katya part undressed.
"I'm going to have a quick shower" she said and disappeared into the washroom.
Marc heard the water running, a quiet moment then a squeak from the bathroom. Katya emerged and ran at Marc, waving a coloured filter strip.
"Look, look, look, I'm pregnant," she squealed at Marc, jumping on him and kissing him vigorously. "You are a wonderful husband" she crooned. "I'm going to love you like you have never been loved before."
Marc was delighted. He beamed at his new wife and held her head in his hands, kissing her back almost as fiercely.
"You are going to be a wonderful mother" he said, looking deep into her eyes "and I love you very much!"
"You just get ready for me! I HAVE to tell Mummy" and she pulled on a housecoat before rushing from the room.
Marc smiled to himself, knowing Katya would be a little while. He washed briefly, cleaned his teeth and went back to bed. Before he knew it, his eyes closed.
"I know you're not asleep you rascal" whispered a voice close to his ear, her hand reaching down into his pyjamas. He rolled to his side and pulled his new wife close, kissing her tenderly.
"You're the guy who got me in the pudding club, buster! Think you can remember the action?" She rolled over on top of him and started pulling on his cock. It didn't take long before Katya was directing the hard rod to where she knew it should be. Their fucking was energetic and swift: both were making up for recent lost time.
Later on, they made love gently at a much more relaxed pace, their hands feeling each other, and with lots of kissing. Finally, they slept.
There was a light tapping on the door at 7.30 the next morning. The door opened and cousin Anna's face appeared. Marc was awake. He slid out of bed and Anna slid into his place alongside her cousin.
Marc enjoyed a leisurely shower and shave, and slipped back into the bedroom. The women were still in bed - of course - and quietly talking, with their eyes closed.
He smiled to himself, got dressed and went downstairs. Someone had already made coffee and there were warm croissants and scrambled eggs. Mrs. B. came out of the kitchen with a chafing dish of bacon, gave Marc two rashers, and put the dish on the table. She rolled her eyes towards the door.
"They'm be takin' over Master Marcus! Tis not mah kitchen no more," she laughed, her eyes twinkling. She scurried back.
Marc smiled to himself: how his life had changed! And now - fatherhood ... all being well. It was all going so fast and a bit overpowering.
Peter emerged.
"You'll never guess where your sister is!"
"Don't tell me. Well, there's lots of room for three in that bed," Marc retorted.
The two men talked about the wedding, the building at San Gregorio, Katya's model friends and aspects of the wedding. They were about to talk about babies when Gerald and Estaban emerged from the kitchen. The cooks took off their aprons, poured a coffee and sat down with the brothers-in-law.
"We have been busy since we spoke to you all last night, talking to our lawyer," said Gerald. Estaban reached inside his pocket an placed some folded pages on the table.
"Here is a draft of what we would like to propose for our agreement. Of course, almost everything is subject to change with the exception of the financial aspect. We anticipate some strong disagreement in that area and we are saying that to put you on your heels. Katya has told us that you are both financially independent but that does not matter as far as we are concerned. What we wish to do is to establish a foundation which can last for several generations. Once your two families have completed the renovations you have described, the interest on the residual capital should be enough to pay the operating expenses for most years."
"What you must realize is that together we have about seven times your capital. We are both close to 60 and have no living relatives. What else should we do with our money? We can give to charity, and we will give a lot, but we want to enjoy some of it with friends who will appreciate the offer. So here is the draft: please discuss it and change it as you wish with your wives. But please, no changes to pages 4 and 5."
"We're going back to London after lunch."
"Gentlemen, thank you for this," Marc replied seriously and picked up the printed pages. He wondered how they had managed to do all this in such a short time. "We will certainly take this proposal to heart and get back to you."
The older couple smiled and left, just as the three women came in.
Anna, Sophie and Katya bounced into the breakfast area.
"I hope we didn't chase the cooks away!" said Sophie, as the older couple left the room. She helped herself to a croissant and coffee and sat with the men. Her cousins were whispering at the chafing dishes.
Marc and Peter sat side by side reading Estaban and Gerald's proposal. The pages were spread out on the table and both men could read all 5 pages. The men looked at each other with raised eyebrows.
"What do you think Pete?"
"Let the women read it first," he replied. Sophie arranged the pages in front of her and quietly read.
