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He wraps both arms around me, so tight it’s consuming, it’s unyielding, it’s the way someone holds you like they’ll never let you go, and that’s when I come.

My eyes sting with the intensity and the sheer beauty.

Mason sighs my name like a fractured plea as I feel him still and then pulse inside me. His hands rub up and down my spine as we each catch our breath. He kisses my temple, and my arms cling to his neck. And now I know what it feels like to be ruined by someone.

Beautifully and eternally ruined.

Chapter twenty-five

Caramel. Berries. Smooth warm skin. Callie.

My eyes flutter open with a smile as I soak in the feeling of waking up wrapped around my girl. My heart has never felt so steady, my mind never so clear. This is how I should be waking up every day until the end of time. My knees are tucked behind hers, my rock-hard cock nestled against her arse. Yep, this, every day.

I flex my fingers, and I realise they’re still linked with Callie’s, stretched under her pillow as she sleeps on my arm, the same way we went to sleep last night.

After the first round, we rested under the sheets, legs tangled together as we spoke long into the night. Callie ended up pumping an extra bottle of breastmilk, claiming I made her too full with my stimulation. I loved being part of that with her, the reality of her motherhood. I didn’t realise how attractive it was, but I know it’s a Callie thing. She’s fucking amazing in everything she does.

We sat up in her bed, with her back resting against my chest as she did it, and she told me all about the cool headboard that sat behind us on the wall, which she repurposed from an old door. I’m in awe of her. I love her inquisitive mind and her unguarded approach to everything she does.

When she was done, there were still beads of milk on the ends of her puckered nipples, and I couldn’t help but pinch them between my fingers. I kept going until Callie was squirming, then pulled her underneath me and got her right to the brink of release by sucking on her tits, then finished her off by eating her delicious pussy. Thankfully, I’d brought an extra condom with me. She didn’t take long to make me come with her riding me. It was even better than the fantasies I’d built in my head. Callie’s not just the girl of my dreams, she’s the girl that rewrites my world.

I bury my nose in her hair with a content sigh as light little coos come through the baby monitor on the table beside her. I lift my head, seeing Navie on the small screen. She’s holding her feet in the air as she happily talks to herself. Callie seems deep in sleep, so I carefully pull my arm from under her and slide out of bed. Throwing on my boxers and jeans, I ease Callie’s bedroom door open, careful not to wake her, and head upstairs.

I don’t know which room Navie’s in. Only Callie’s room, the kitchen, the lounge and dining rooms are downstairs. When I get to the top of the landing, there’s a wooden N fixed to the first closed door. Pushing it open, I find a projector light spinning butterflies around the walls and ceiling. Wainscoting covers the bottom half of the walls, painted in a muted green, with the top half covered in white wallpaper with little pink flowers. Pink curtains are closed over the window, and the crib in the middle of the far wall is painted in the same green as the walls.

When I cross the room and peer inside, Navie’s on her back, looking up at the butterfly mobile that spins over her head.

“Hey, Blue.” She smiles, and her feet start kicking like crazy when she sees me, and I absolutely take it personally.

I scoop my hands under her and lift her to my chest. She stares at me, probably wondering why the fuck I’m here instead of her mum, but she doesn’t seem too bothered by it.

Checking my watch, I see it’s just before six. I got here last night around eleven. “I think you had a big sleep last night, didn’t you?” I bounce her on my hip as we walk to her change table. “Think we can let your mama get a bit more?”

The open shelves under her change table have a basket of clean nappies and wipes, so I grab what I need before laying Navie down.

“Now, thankfully, I have a niece, so I know what I’m doing, but I should warn you, I’m not great with getting legs back in these footed onesies, so we’re going with an easy outfit today.”

I unsnap the buttons on the white outfit she wears, covered in scruffy dogs. Briony’s a few months younger than Navie, so I’m comforted by the fact that she doesn’t feel like she’s going to break as I manoeuvre her legs out of the outfit. It freaked me out the first few times I changed Briony, but Gage helped guide me through it. It blows my mind how naturally the parental instincts can kick in. Gage looked like a pro the second Briony was born.

I get Navie into a clean nappy, then pick her up as we search through her drawers for an outfit. Together, we pick out a peach-coloured, short-sleeved onesie with bright blue, orange, and yellow palm leaves all over it and a pair of yellow shorts with ruffles on the butt. I’m about to shut the drawer when I notice the same patterned fabric in a little basket full of bows.

“Surely, this wouldn’t be here unless you were meant to wear them together.” I pull out the bow, which is fixed to a thick, soft headband, and get to work on dressing Navie for the day.

The bow is gigantic, and ridiculous, and I have no idea why Callie never seems to put them on Navie when she looks this stinking cute!

There’s a spring in my step as we make our way downstairs for a bottle.

“Good thing your mum made one of these last night,” I say, reaching into the fridge. “Umm, don’t ask me how I know, though.”

I turn on the kettle, recalling how Isabelle has shown all my siblings how to reheat breastmilk, just as there’s a knock on the door.

“Who could that be so early?” I ask Navie.

When I open the door, I’m greeted by a scowling big brother.

“Morning, Westley.” Callie’s big brother.

His eyes take in everything. Navie in my arms, me shirtless and answering his sister’s door before six in the morning.