Page 72 of Quasim III: King Inferno

The shit felt like a warm hug.

Estella was on the bed with her iPad as both of them continued to cut up. I bypassed her nanny on the way into the suite on her kindle reading. She always had her head in a book or kindle whenever she didn’t have to keep an eye over Estella.

As long as she made Geeky’s life easier, I was good with her. My only goal was to make both of my wives’ lives complicationfree. I didn’t want them ever having to think too long on a decision, because I was going to handle it for them.

Fuck being a passenger princess in the car, I wanted that to be their life for everything. Even when we started to have more kids, the minute they even looked overwhelmed, I was hiring a full staff to relieve their stress and allow them to be mothers that didn’t require stress.

I was raised by a woman that wanted to be a mother, but I would be remiss if I didn’t mention how stressful it was being a single mother. How much she had to sacrifice to give me the better life that she knew I deserved.

I saw her hide the tears during the day and shed them at night because it was hard. Even with a good job and strong head on her shoulders, being a parent was hard. You would always feel like you weren’t doing enough, or you could have done better.

My mother was there, but she couldn’t always be because work took over at times. There were times when she missed a robotics tournament or chess tournament because she couldn’t get out of work early enough. She had to choose between her career and making it across the city to see me move chess pieces across a board.

I understood the sacrifice, and I appreciated it because she set me up for life. When it came to mine, I wasn’t going to have them feeling like they had to sacrifice anything for our children. I wanted them to be happy and fulfilled, too. Never questioning if they could have done more as mothers because they would already know.

When the song ended, they both laughed as they returned to the mirror and finished their makeup, never noticing me standing in the doorway.

“Get dressed sounded like having an audition for American Idol while doing makeup for two hours?” I looked at them as they both playfully rolled their eyes at me.

“That song legit brings something out of me,” Jeffie was the first to speak, pulling her locs into a bun and turning to use that toothbrush thing to do her baby hairs.

I was still trying to figure out why they called them baby hairs when the women were grown? “We may have had a few shots to get ready.”

“More juice, please,” Estella finally looked up from her iPad, and Geeky went to hand her the bottle of apple juice.

I sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed and waiting for those two, and Estella crawled across the bed and wrapped her small hands around my eyes. “Guess who, Core-Core?”

“Umm… Skyler?”

“Noooo!”

“Umm… Jeffie?”

“Noo! It’s me… Stellie,” she sounded offended that I didn’t guess right, so I snatched her up and cradled her like a baby in my arms, kissing her head.

“I knew it was Stellie… my favorite person in the world.”

She squinted her eyes, looking like her mama. “Whole world?”

“Whole word, Estella… my star.” I smiled as I looked down into her eyes. This little girl was my entire world.

There was nothing that I wouldn’t do for her, and I hope she knew it. Even with Skyler still going through this bogus custody case, I would sit up in prison before I allowed him to take her away from her mother.

His pride was bruised, and he knew the only way he could fuck with Skyler was to go after Estella. He knew the kind of mother that she was and knew she would fight tooth and nail for full custody.

There was only so much time before I went ahead and handled shit the way I wanted. “You both are sickening,” Skyler teased, knowing she loved it.

She tried keeping her distance and keeping my daughter away from me, and I sent court documents to her computer. They were fake, but I told her I would take her to court for my child.

Stellie stuck her tongue at her mom. “He’s my Core-Core, Mama.”

Estella loved to tease her mother, and they had this thing where they would play fight and it would end in Estella being tickled and waving the white flag for her to stop. Before she could say anything else, Skyler hopped up from the floor and tickled Estella while I held her.

“He’s mine, Stellie.”

“Mine.” Estella’s contagious laugh hooted back to her as Skyler picked her up and tossed her onto the bed where she continued to laugh hard.

“Nope, he’s mine,” Skyler climbed into my arms, and I held her tightly, kissing her neck.

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