I reach up and clasp his wrist, making sure he doesn’t let go. “I’m never having another kid!”
Chapter 29
“Evening, gorgeous girl,” I coo, while Nyx wraps her chubby fingers around mine. Her large, gray eyes stare up at me with an innocence that makes my heart ache. It’s strange how my emotions are so inexplicably tied to hers.
She’s cradled in my arms where she fell asleep hours ago. Calix offered to put her in her crib, but I love the way her little body fits so perfectly against mine.
Grim leans over my shoulder. Even though all the books say he’s not close enough for her to see, her eyes seem to change focus, and she gazes up at him. After a little wiggle, she opens her perfect little mouth into a circle for a yawn.
My little goddess has all four of us wrapped around her finger. She’s also spoiled rotten. Calix brushes his fingers gently over the snow-white peach fuzz covering her head. Her lips purse, and I know she is seconds from crying.
Consuming food during my pregnancy should have been a warning for how much she would eat, but it still surprises me how often she wants to nurse.
“Eat, sleep, shit, repeat.” Gunnar leans over and scoops her up. He holds her neck securely and brings her close to his face so he can coo at her while heading out of the room. Having four people to split diaper duty with is pretty amazing. I would definitely recommend it to all families.
I rise from the chair and stretch. I’ve never, in my life, sat still for such long periods, but there is something seriously magical about a sleeping baby that allows the time to pass so effortlessly.
“Uncle was here,” Calix tells me.
“He was? Was I dozing?”
He shakes his head. “He said he was just checking on you. I told him where you were and to go see you for himself, but he said he would wait.”
“For what? A written invitation?” I scoff.
“I think he’s worried you won’t want him around the baby.” Calix has a soft smile on his lips as his eyes run over me.
If I thought I was a mess eight months pregnant, I was wrong. My shirt has stains over my left nipple from leaking milk, and I haven’t changed my yoga pants in two days. I can’t believe he can even look at me and smile. You’d think he’d be escorting me to the shower. “That’s stupid. How will she get to know him if he’s not around?”
Calix shrugs. “I tried telling him. I think he needs to hear it from you.”
“Make sure someone tells me next time he comes, please.” Nyx lets out a loud squeal as she starts to cry and my nipples tingle. I grab both my tits in my hand and whine.
“I’ll go grab her.” Calix gives me a soft kiss on my temple before jogging deeper into the house.
I feel Grim’s warmth as he moves behind me. He pulls my back tight against his front and runs his hands down my sides. “Want me to hold those for you?” he whispers near my ear. I tilt my head to the side a little to give him better access.
“Not unless you want milk all over your hands.” I chuckle.
Instead of answering, he runs his palms over my arms until he’s cradling my hands. “Happily.” He nips the side of my neck roughly, and I let out a little whimper.
“Knock it off, you’re not getting near my pussy for a while. She needs recovery time.”
Grim clicks his tongue at me. “I’m not a savage, Omnia, but I can’t help how seeing you makes me feel.” Calix walks in while Grim still has his hands over mine, cupping my boobs. He lifts an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything about it.
Talk about an ovary destroyer. Watching him or any of the guys holding my little girl and I’m already rethinking the whole ‘I’m not having any more kids’ statement, and it’s only been two weeks since I gave birth. Funny how you forget how hard it was, how badly it hurt. Not that the recovery after is easy, either, and I heal way faster than a human. I hope they are as pampered as I am. But then again, I don’t know many humans who have three men looking after them. Splitting the work between us sure seems to make things easier.
“Where do you want to sit?” Calix gently bounces Nyx while patting her butt.
“How about the living room? I’m getting tired of these four walls.” Gunnar has been nesting. He made a nursery on the main floor and in the bedroom closest to mine. I heard him talking to Grim the other day about renovating to make our room bigger and possibly moving Nyx’s nursery across the hall.
Calix turns around and heads to the main parlor. It seems like so long ago since he came here for the first time and we made out on the couch. The memory brings a smile to my lips. Grim rocks me back and forth a bit before asking, “What’s the grin for?”
“I was just thinking about when you guys first came to me.” I spin so I can look up at his face. His gray eyes, the exact same shade as Nyx’s, peer down at me. “I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw you without the robe. Calix had already left me hot and bothered, then you came along and I wanted to jump your bones.” I toss my head back and let out a throaty laugh. “I thought you guys might have been coming to tell me you were my dad or some shit. Thank fuck I wasn’t lusting after my pop.”
Grim palms my ass and pulls me even closer. “Imagine how I felt. I watched you grow up. One day you were this little creature I wanted to care for and protect, then the next time I see you, this…” He places my hand on his dick. It’s hard, but Grim is always hard. I don’t even know how he has blood flow to his brain.
That makes me laugh even harder. “My poor Loverboy. How old was I? Legal I hope?” He narrows his eyes at me and gives me a look that says I’m going to pay for that comment.
