“Who are you coming with?” she asked.
“Ha ha ha. Are you scared?”
She laughed too, and replied, “Not really. I want to know how to prepare myself.”
“Okay, he is here with me. Speak with him.”
The client handed the call to his partner, and he spoke with her. She laughed joyously when she heard the man's voice, and greeted him, “Hello, Mr. Liam.”
“Hello, Jenny. How are you doing?”
“I'm good. I can't wait to have you.”
“That is good. We will be with you later.”
“It is all right,” the man said, and cut the call. 
She went back to work. The good thing about Jenny was her ability to separate her work from pleasure. She went back to work and covered Irene's bit. Nevertheless, the preparation for the upcoming international event kept her busy. At 5 PM, she was off work.
Already, her clients, Mr. Rajesh and Mr. Liam had arrived and checked into a suite. She sent a server to attend to their needs and waited for him to leave. When she was certain that he had left their suite, she called them. 
“I am going home to freshen up, and will be back shortly.”
“It's okay. Put yourself together.”
That had been her method. She would always return to the hotel with a cab and masked up. Meanwhile, she gave Irene a call before proceeding to the suite.
At Irene's House
Mr. Cornelius was with two hired cars. He could not arrange for his team to come ahead of him due to the urgency of the trip. As usual, he opened the door for Irene, and she got in. Before he could get into the car, her phone rang and she picked up. He shut his door after he got in, and watched her speak with the caller.
“Hello, Jenny,” she greeted, and stopped her from providing her with any information about Mr. Rajesh or any other clients, “Mr. Cornelius is around, and I forgot to inform you.”
“Wow! That is good to hear. I called to check on you. How is your health?”
“I'm getting better.”
“What do your test results say?”
“It said that I had typhoid fever. I have taken my medications.”
“It's okay. Take care of yourself. I will speak with Mr. Cornelius later.”
 “It's okay. Thank you for checking on me.”
After the call, she looked at Mr. Cornelius, who was disoriented. His major worry was how to break the news to her. He gave her a peck and drove off.
At the Garden.
He parked at their regular spot, and his Personal Assistant, who drove the second car, parked beside him. They took their seats in their favorite corner, and the waiter arrived at once. To them, their purpose of going there was known, and they ordered drinks at once. To the waiter, their purpose of coming was also known to him, but the interest of the management was his priority. For that, he must make sales. The garden was the only one in the city with such facilities. The tables were deliberately apart, and the guests were the city moneybags who wished to buy their expensive drinks just to spice up their love lives. Mr. Cornelius had visited with friends and was aware of such arrangements. When he was out on his quest for a child, he decided to patronize them. To his delight, she loved it.
“Here are the drinks,” the waiter announced. Mr. Cornelius examined Irene's drink by reading the caution label.
“Thank you, waiter. You can return this, and get her a soft drink,” he informed the waiter when he discovered that the drink was not suitable for a pregnant woman. 
Nevertheless, Irene protested, “I like it.”
“Just do what I said, waiter.”
“All right, Sir,” the waiter said and walked away with it. 
He looked at Irene's sulky face, and teased, “I have never seen you angry with me before. Maybe I will witness that today.”
“Why did you change my drink?” She blurted out. He tried to kiss her, but she withdrew her face. 
He smiled softly, and explained, “It is not good for…” He halted when he recalled that they had not discussed her pregnancy, and she requested, “For what? I won't take the soft drink, either.”
“I mean, it's not good for anyone under medication.”
“Oh! Thank you for your observations, my love. I would have taken it ignorantly.”
“And endanger your life,” he pointed out instead of saying 'and abort my baby'. 
She moved closer to him, and gave him a quick kiss, “You see why you are so close to my heart. Always caring,” she informed him. 
He did not doubt that she loved him, but was disturbed. He was skeptical about her idea of having a child for him and feared that she would not consent to that and abort the pregnancy. 
However, he held her nape, kissed her forehead, and responded, “I do not doubt that. You are close to my heart too. The moon is my witness.”
The waiter arrived with the soft drink and he settled the bill. Afterward, they took their drinks, and as he expected, Irene was craving and smooched his face, hand, and some sensitive parts of his body. He sipped his drink and dropped his glass. Then, he guided her hand to his groin area, and she was pleased. She inserted her hand into his loose shorts and caressed his manhood.
“Do you love it?” he asked.
“Yes. Especially when the moon is our witness,” she expressed without worries, while her man was racking his brain on how to make her accept to give him a baby. 
To get her opinion on the subject, he placed his hand on her lap, and said with the most romantic tone, “The moon would be glad to see us make babies.” 
He eagerly waited for her response, but she was more interested in his manhood. Likewise, he wondered why she did not respond to his proposal, and resolved to change the subject, “I love it. Keep stroking it.”
“I'm happy you love it, and I wonder how cute the moon babies would be.”
Mr. Cornelius was on cloud nine to hear that, and his manhood became harder at once. She felt it but did not attribute it to her utterance.
“Wow!” She exclaimed and stroked him with delight.
“The moon babies would be as cute as you.”
“And as loving as you are,” she added. 
“Come. Sit on my loins, and take me. It is time to conceive our cute babies.”