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“Well, that’s a relief, politics bore me to fuck.” The words blurted out of Vic’s mouth before she could stop them.
Fucking shut up, Vic.
Vic concentrated on eating and watched as Julia, lovely elegant Julia, wearing a navy blue skirt suit and heels strode across the room and pulled out the chair at the remaining place on the table next to Vic and Hyzenthlay.
Vic dipped a small piece of bread into the soup and offered it to Hyzenthlay’s mouth, which she took eagerly.
She felt a rush though her as Julia gracefully leant down and kissed the side of her cheek.
“Lovely to see you, Victoria.” She leant down further and kissed the top of Hyzenthlay’s light brown hair. Vic could see straight down her blouse as her big breasts fell forwards. She could smell the strong bergamot notes of Julia’s perfume.
Oh fuck. Swoony Julia. Swoolia. She is so fucking hot.
“And you, beautiful Hyzenthlay.” Julia sat down next to Vic. “Last time I saw you, you were tiny! You have grown up so much. A proper little person now.” Hyzenthlay held a piece of soup-drenched bread in her tiny hand and offered it up to Julia, wide eyed and earnest.
Vic was about to apologise and stop Hyzenthlay. Julia was so perfectly chic and onion soup from the bread dripped on the white tablecloth and then onto Julia’s skirt. But, before she could, Julia reached and took the bread from Hyzenthlay’s little hand.
“Thank you very much,” she said. “Is this for me?” Hyzenthlay nodded seriously and Julia didn’t hesitate in putting the soupy bread to her mouth. Her lips were full and her lipstick was dark red like red wine. Julia ate the bread and Vic felt herself transfixed. Julia’s fingernails matched her lipstick. Julia’s fingers were long and graceful, her lips were so sensual.
For fuck’s sake, Vic. Stop it.
“Thank you, Hyzenthlay,” Julia smiled at Vic’s baby and Vic watched as Hyzenthlay smiled back and gurgled happily. Nobody ever remembered Hyzenthlay’s name. They all complained it was too complicated, or called her sweetheart or something to avoid having to pronounce the name, and yet, here was Julia, remembering it perfectly almost a year after Vic had last seen her.
“How have you been, Victoria? You look so natural with her. Motherhood suits you.” Vic had always enjoyed how Julia used her full name. Some people did, of course, but it sounded sexy in Julia’s mouth. Vic-tor-ia. Her voice was smooth and rich and, well, so posh and English. Not quite as posh as Alex’s, but then Alex was the actual Queen.
“Um, good. Thank you. I meant to contact you to say, well, thank you for everything, for helping me, you know, when I was giving birth. And, I’m sorry you had to witness that, I’m sorry for my nudity and if I was inappropriate at any time. I felt pretty out of it. Pretty high you know. So basically, thank you and sorry.”
“Oh, god, what on earth did you say?” Erin asked across the table.
Julia looked at Vic intently and put her hand on top of Vic’s on the table. Julia’s hand was smooth and brown and perfectly manicured. Vic’s hand was tanned but still pale next to Julia’s and there were sores around her fingers where she liked to pull the skin off when she was stressed. She moved her hand slightly underneath Julia’s to hide the sores.
“Victoria, you were beautiful throughout. I was absolutely honoured to be witness to such a magical moment. You did crush my hand pretty much, and you called me Swoolia throughout, but my hand has nearly recovered now, you’ll be pleased to know.”
Alex and Erin laughed and Vic snorted.
Oh god. I called her Swoolia to her face. Why can’t the ground open up and swallow me now?
“She’s been calling you Swoolia for years,” Erin piped up, drily.
Bodyguard is an absolute traitor, I thought we were friends!
“Jesus, Vic, Julia Wilding is a really important Royal Advisor. Can you please try and behave yourself around her?” Alex said in jest, but she looked at Vic and Vic knew she was only half joking.
“Oh, it’s no big deal, honestly,” Julia jumped in. “I was flattered. It is the best nickname I have ever had.”
One of the servants poured Julia a glass of white wine and her fingers ran up the stem and then she lifted it to her lips.
Vic couldn’t take her eyes off Julia’s fingers and her mouth. She wished for a moment she had known Julia would be coming. If she had known, she would certainly have gotten a shower and put on some fresh clothes. As it was, she definitely smelled like horses and there was a stain on her shirt that was slobber of some kind, either baby, dog or horse, it was hard to be sure. She was grateful at least for the fact that the absorbent pads in her bra had saved her the embarrassing, leaking breast milk patches for once.
Vic ate some more bread and soup, and the meal went on around her. She was quiet while the others chatted, and she focussed on feeding herself and Hyzenthlay. She knew Hyzenthlay would want milk and a nap when she got bored of the bread and soup, and she felt suddenly self-conscious. Vic never normally worried about breastfeeding in front of anyone. She was quite happy just to get on with it, but now in front of Julia, it made her feel vulnerable. Well, she already felt vulnerable. It was stupid, she knew. Julia had seen her naked and giving birth, for god’s sake, this couldn’t be any worse than that, but Vic still felt uncomfortable with it.
She excused herself to the living room to feed Hyzenthlay.
She pulled her shirt off and relaxed into the big chair, pulling down her bra and offering her left nipple first to Hyzenthlay, who latched immediately and Vic felt the familiar tug as Hyzenthlay fed.
Vic leant back and closed her eyes feeling suddenly tired. She relaxed into the warm sensation of comfort that feeding her baby gave her.
Vic heard a door open and her eyes flicked open. Hyzenthlay had fallen asleep in her arms, her tiny lips had slipped off of Vic’s nipple. Vic looked up to see Julia.
