Yeah, we have twins, a boy and a girl. The babies have my eyes and the best of our features. They’re beautiful little babies. The babies are three months old, and they’re my pride and joy.
I stop at the door, leaning against the frame, and watch her sing to them, standing between the cribs.
“Baby, I love seeing you with the babies. But we need to get you some help. They’re getting bigger, and I’m not always around to help you.”
“Yes, I do understand, but I don’t want strangers in our home nor near the babies. I love taking care of Dimitri and Violetta.”
“We can get someone from Russia or Italy. How about both? The babies will learn to speak Russian and Italian.”
Valentina's eyes sparkle, and she smiles, crossing her arms.
“Oh, that does sound like a good idea. I have dinner ready,” She says, walking out of the room with the monitor.
“I know, I can smell it. I don’t know how you manage to cook and take care of the babies.”
“It’s a little tricky, but I manage.”
We walk into the kitchen, and Valentin grabs the plates and starts serving us. She makes lasagna, salad, and bread. Yeah, I’m learning to eat Italian, but I can’t complain. Valentina has surprised me with some Russian dishes.
Da, I love this woman!
“Would you like some wine?”
Valentina looks at me and laughs, shaking her head.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh my! Lev, I can’t have wine.”
“Why not?”
I open the wine bottle not sure if she’s messing with me.
“Babe, I’m pregnant.”
I stop opening the wine and turn to look at her.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes! That’s what you get for fucking me all the time.”
I smile, and my cock gets hard.
“Oh, Baby, you know that I love fucking your sweet pussy.”
I grab her, kiss her deeply, pull up her dress over her head, and drop it on the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting some of my sweet pussy while the babies sleep.”
I turn her around and kiss her neck. I grab her breast, tweaking her tight nipple, and with my other hand, I rub her swollen flesh.
“Ah, you’re bad.”
“You love me fucking you.”
“Yes, don’t stop.”
