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“His outfit is on the rocker,” I tell him. He nods once again, stealing another kiss. He gives my ass asqueeze.
“I love you, my Anya.” His eyes aresoft.
“I love you, too.” This time I get on my tiptoes and kiss him. “Now go get our boysready.”
He nods, righting his clothes and getting himself back together before he leaves me standing in thebathroom.
Sasha is just as much of a perfect father as he is a husband. The way he is with our little ones sometimes makes me want to cry. My real father was never like that with me. It makes me want another baby. Just one more soundsnice.
I finish getting ready in the bathroom, putting on light makeup and arranging my hair in a messy braid. I head to my closet to change. I slip on a loose - strapped white cotton dress that comes to well above mid - thigh. I don’t bother with a bra since I’ll be nursing Abram in a moment, or underwear, because the dress is so sheer. I walk barefoot out of the closet and stop when I see Sasha on the bed. Both boys are in his arms. Abram looks to have fallen back asleep. Roman is laying his head on Sasha’s shoulder but leans up when he seesme.
“Mama!” he squeals, reaching for me and making me smile. Sasha places him on the ground and he waddles over to me, and I scoop him up. His hands come to my cheeks, and his smile isgiant.
“Eskimo!” he says. I bring my nose to his and we give each other an Eskimo kiss, rubbing our noses together back and forth, something his daddy taught him. He looks so much like his father. Sasha comes to stand next to us, Abram cradled in his arm, his thick black lashes resting on his chubby littlecheeks.
“Come, my loves,” Sasha says as he guides us downstairs to thepriest.
* * *
Sasha
The priest’s hands shake nervously as he says the blessing and places the drops of water on myson.
Abram is strong and begins to pull at Anya’s dress, wanting her breast. My angel coos to him, pulling the material down and offering her nipple to hismouth.
The priest’s eyes snap up to lock on mine, and I hold his gaze. He continues with the blessing, not looking at my wife as she nurtures myson.
“You will bless her womb again,” Idemand.
He prayed over her at Roman’s baptism, and Abram came nine months later. I know Anya wants one more, and my angel shall have what her heartdesires.
“But Sasha — ” Anya begins, and I shake myhead.
“There will be a blessing,” I say, and my words arefinal.
Pink hits her cheeks, but she nods, turning to the priest. Her breast is still offered to my son, and I watch as the priest tries to avoid her gaze while praying over herwomb.
“Do it right,” I threaten, as Roman giggles in myarms.
The priest nods and beginsagain.
Her dress is like the one she wore the day I fucked her right here in this very room. The day I married her and claimed my reward. I was patient then, but I am no longer a patient man. Tonight, when our children are tucked into their beds and their bellies are full, I will take what is owed to me and breed her onceagain.
My angel looks up from our son after both blessings have been bestowed. She smiles at me. She is my entire world. My body and heart belong in the palm of herhand.
Epilogue
Ten YearsLater…
Anya
I’m giddy with excitement.Today’s our ten - year anniversary. I feel like a little kid on Christmas morning. I’ve been working on this surprise for weeks. It’s hard to keep secrets from Sasha. He watches and tracks everything, so I’ve had to be sneaky. I’m sure he suspects something, but as far as I know, he hasn’t found anythingout.
I have a whole day planned while the kids are in school today. Sasha dropped them off a little while ago and now he’s in his office wrapping some things up. We have a good seven hours all to ourselves. The surprise is planned for this morning, then the rest of the day will be spent inbed.
When the kids come home from tutoring we’ll celebrate with them, too. They requested dinner sometime in the pool, and we agreed. Sasha is always the one to make our plans, and he does it every year. But this year, with a little pouting, I was able to be the one incharge.
I dig to the back of my closet and find a skirt I’d been saving. It’s bright pink and pleated, and I skip the panties. I grab the little tee I had made online that is one size too small and pull it over my head, not bothering with a bra. It’s white and readsWifey for Lifeyacross the chest. I slip on knee socks before sliding into some plain white sneakers. It might take some work to get out the door with him with me dressed like this, but he’ll let me have my way.Eventually.
