She grumbled something about not waiting to get to thirty and rambled to her mother about how I was being unfair. I couldn’t care less if she liked it or not, I had made her promise me that as soon as she learned to speak ‘yes’. I was not letting some immature boy hurt my little angel’s heart.
I looked down at what my son was sketching. “What is it?” I asked, “May I see it?”
Biting his bottom lip, he slid his sketchbook toward me, his mismatched eyes flickering between my face and his drawing.
They both had heterochromia in opposite eyes. One brown and the other green and blue. I remembered we both had cried tears of happiness seeing their eyes for the first time. It was a long day with twenty-seven hours of labor, but it was all worth it when we held the crying twins in our arms for the first time.
“Mom was telling me a story about a boy who saved a girl from drowning. How is it?”
I smiled looking at the mini drawing of a big stick figure helping a tiny stick figure from drowning in water full of goldfish with sharp teeth. “It is creative, Elijah, but I am sure goldfishes don’t have sharp teeth,” I pointed out, giving it back to him.
His cheeks turned red, and he continued coloring the sky a dark grey color. “In my head they do.”
“Why are you embarrassing my son on his birthday?”
I turned around, guilty as charged, a grin splitting my face. Her hair was in a braid, a few wisps of them framing her face when she narrowed her light brown eyes at me. Standing up, I walked toward her, easily towering over her and held her hand, admiring the ring on her finger. I kissed her cheek and admired the body which was growing another human inside her.
“Come on. Dad and Mom are doing the gross stuff.Again.” Elijah pulled down Aethra from the counter who was busy eating the batter of the cake, remnants of it caking her small face. “I will show you new flowers in the backyard.”
“I heard that!” I said as they held their hands, rushing outside and giggling.
“Don’t go on the road and keep the door open!” Kiara shouted worriedly, looking over her shoulder.
I frowned, “Let them close it. They are six years old now, Kiara. Elijah takes care of her better than us.”
“Yes, I know, E, but he has been acting weird ever since he came in our room to sleep with us—”
“When I was inside you?”
I remembered that night vividly. All we wanted was a quickie, so we had cared little about removing our night-time clothes. When I was about to pull out after a mind-blowing orgasm, Elijah had walked inside the room, complaining about the volume of our TV, which was playing Tom and Jerry. With a much awkward position, I had quickly pulled out when Kiara distracted Elijah with the cartoon.
“Yes, Ethan. I think he is too mature for his age.”
I smirked, trailing my hands down her soft arms, “Remind you of anyone?”
She chuckled, threading her fingers in my hair, and I almost purred. “Yes, babe, I remember. Everyone keeps pointing out that Elijah is following in your footsteps while—”
“Aethra is stubborn like you.”
“I amnotstubborn.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I am not!”
I raised my eyebrow and hid my smile when she scoffed, “Whatever. You are distracting me, I have so much to do.”Uh oh, there she goes. She turned into full-on mama mode and walked out of my arms, “I have to bake the cake, the frosting, snacks for children, ohmygod.”
I laughed and wrapped my arms around her stomach. “Shhh,” I whispered in her ear, kissing her neck, “My mothers, Anya, Katherine, and everyone are on their way and they will be more than happy to help you. Don’t stress yourself too much right now.”
I stroked my hand on her stomach as our child kicked and we both grinned, feeling it. She hugged me, “I am sorry, Ethan. It’s just that it’s their sixth birthday and I want it to be perfect.”
I held her jaw and tipped her face toward me, crashing my lips over hers and kissed her soundly. She moaned when I gently kept her on the island, my hand sliding over her bare legs until they reached between her thighs. Her eyes widened and grabbed my shoulders when my fingers rubbed against her underwear. I let out a small groan when I felt her wetness.
“Don’t apologize, Bella, I can punish you later for this,” I whispered, teasing her entrance with the fabric. When her rounded belly pressed against mine, the baby kicked his or her leg and I chuckled, looking down between us, “See?The baby loves that idea.”
Kiara gazed up at me, her chocolate brown eyes twinkling with mischief and lust, “So does her mama.” She pulled me close, swiftly removing my t-shirt, “Please, Ethan. I need your cock inside me right now.”
Hearing those sultry soft words from my wife and mother of our two children (third on the way) I wanted to be on my knees and worship every inch of her strong body. But I controlled myself.