Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Now, here we are, and I’ve never been happier. Each day brings new adventures. I hate like hell leaving Taylor while they take care of her, but just like she wants me to watch over our babies, I want the same.
I watch as the nurses go over them with a fine-toothed comb, their little lungs working with each and every poke and prod. It is pissing me off the longer it takes, when all I want to do is wrap them in my arms. That’s right. The once unseemly invincible man has been brought to his knees by not only his wife, but our two bundles of joy.
“Are you almost done?” I snap out my displeasure.
“Here is your daughter, Grace.” The nurse says, as she places her in my arm. My other arm feels empty without Grayson, and I’ve never held them before.
“I’m going to bring Grace to Taylor, then I’ll get Grayson,” I let her know, not giving her an option.
“You have to place her in the cradle and wheel her over, at least while we’re in here, Mr. Chavez.” I roll my eyes, but I do as she says, as if I’d ever drop my child.
Grace cries as soon as she’s out of my arms. “I know, baby girl,” I coo at her until I’m back to Taylor. I pick her up and she instantly calms down. “Are you ready to meet your momma?” She looks just like Taylor, and I know already that I am completely fucked.
Taylor is sitting up, watching the two of us together, her arms come out, and I place Grace in her arms.
“She’s precious. Now go get Grayson.” That woman of mine has gotten bossy when it comes to our children, and I’m finding I love it.
I turn around to go get my boy, but the nurse already has him in the clear, plastic cradle, wheeling him over. He’s wailing louder than Grace, it pisses me the fuck off that my boy is crying, and it took the nurse this long to get to me.
As soon as she stops near me, I pick up my boy, holding him close to my chest.
“Let me see him,” Taylor says as she scoots over. “Come sit next to me, Daddy.” That causes my heart to squeeze in happiness.
Who am I to question her? She’s in full Momma Bear mode. The four of sit together on Taylor’s bed, with us looking down at our precious children, then looking back at each other as if this is all a dream. But it’s not. This is the best damn reality ever.
EPILOGUE
TAYLOR
Four Years Later
“Get away from me! No, no, no! Your dick is not coming near me. I’m too fertile right now, and Gavin is only nine months old.” I run around the bed, both of us naked after showering together. Slade has been on a mission to get me pregnant again, and while I wouldn’t mind one more child, I’m tired. Slade is still very hands-on with Nighthawk Security, and I’m home running after our three crazy children. I don’t begrudge him in the least; I’ve loved being able to enjoy them.
“No more?” he questions, pausing by the bed. His cock is hard and ready, even after I used my mouth on him in the shower.
“I love it being the five of us. I’m not sure we should add another one into the mix?” I question.
“I’m happy with us, too. If you don’t want to have any more, I’m okay with that. I’ll schedule an appointment to get a vasectomy.” He swallows hard. My big bad man is afraid of a scalpel near his balls. I try to hold back my laughter, it bubbles up, though.
“You think it’s funny, do you?” He pounces on me, my body hitting the back of the mattress as he climbs between my thighs, spreading them.
“I think it’s hilarious you’re scared of the ‘V’ word.”
He takes that moment to glide his length through the lips of my pussy. My head falls back on a moan.
“Not so funny now, is it? I could make you come just like this, or I could fuck you in this very position and I know you wouldn’t say no,” he grunts.
“If you come inside me, I will shoot your pecker off, Slade Arnold Chavez,” I groan out.
“I’ll pull out, Taylor Chavez, and paint your pretty stomach with my cum,” he replies.
“You better, or I really will shoot you.” He’s inside me in one long and hard thrust. We’ve been using condoms religiously, both of us unsure if we want to have another one. I’m not on birth control since I’m breastfeeding Gavin, much like I didn’t when I was nursing our twins. The feeling is indescribable. I’ve missed the feel of us bare to one another.
I clench down on his length, already on the edge of my orgasm when Slade’s lips meet mine to keep my moan from waking up our children.