We were flying out to spend a few months with my parents. It was the girls’ birthday, and everyone was excited—especially because my sister was joining us for a few weeks.
Dottie sauntered over and sat beside his bowl like I hadn’t just fed his entitled ass.
I checked on the toast, took them out of the pan, and spooned yoghurt onto the plates.
My plan was in place: birthday, babysitters, getting my wife drunk, and breeding her again.
The circle of life.
The sole purpose of my existence.
There were four more bedrooms to fill.
I sliced the French toast and added them to the plates, eyeing the wooden trays Callie had ordered. They were perfect—just the right size, with three separate sections.
We’d need a few more.
Callie looked up from the colouring mat where they were working, but her eyes didn’t make it to my face.
No. They lingered on my dick.
“Didn’t I just feed you, baby?” I asked, placing the plates on the table.
“That doesn’t count as sustenance,” she muttered, hauling the girls up with her.
Her voice was breathy—already distracted.
“Yet you licked up every last drop,” I said, plucking Gia from her arms and setting her in the booster seat.
I shouldn’t have named her after my mother.
She was the mischievous one.
The ring leader of chaos.
Gia glanced up at me as I snapped the safety harness on.
“Tank you, Daddy,” she said, petting my head like I was the family dog.
“You’re welcome, precious,” I murmured, kissing her soft cheek before turning to do the same with Mia.
What I did with one, I always did with the other.
The thought of either of my daughters’ little hearts hurting turned me inside out.
Callie was the same—though sharper, more alert to emotional shifts. Her upbringing had carved it into her.
But we balanced each other. Brought different strengths to the table.
We communicated—always. Openly. Even when it was hard.
She’d told me how her parents’ constant arguing had shaped her.
And I listened.
It’s why I paid attention to my tone around the girls. Even when I was angry. Especially then.
Because they were always watching. Always learning what love looked like.
