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I can’t deny the truth either. I love them too.
In different ways but no one any less than the others. I guess getting injured made me realize the insecurity I’ve had all along about myself—they’ve been the ones to eliminate it.
A laugh bubbles in my throat that I have to squelch so I don’t wake them. I realize I was so worried about being seen as stupid, I was actually acting stupid. For not trusting them or myself.
Instead of being hurt by London, I should thank her.
That’s what you do when a friend sets you up with the man you’re going to marry. And end up with a Daddy and a friend so special he’s like your brother too.
I’ve made a mistake. Thank goodness it’s not too late to fix my error. I’ll never doubt them again.
As golden streams filter through the window, I squeeze their hands and shake my foot. I’m ready for them to wake up so I can tell them I’m all better and can’t wait for them to take me home.
Gaspar
As I look around the living room on Christmas morning, I realize once again what a lucky man I am.
Seraphina glows watching as Artaban eagerly absorbs his father’s explanation of how to throw a spiral with the new football he just unwrapped. My grandson’s four and all boy.
Balthazar is going to have his hands full. But I have to admit the kid has potential. His toss isn’t too shabby, and he eagerly scoops up the ball, returning to his father for more practice. I love the intensity on both of their faces. My son is a good father, just like I knew he would be.
Melchior jumps in, teaming up with Michel, the two-year-old, to catch the next one. The ball slips right through the toddler’s chubby fingers but his uncle grabs the pigskin before it hits the floor. He cheers like a madman, so the boy thinks they’ve won. He runs around, high-fiving me and then his brother, which messes with his aim. He chucks the ball into the tree by accident.
Ornaments tumble, clinking against each other before three slide down and bounce on the carpet. Luckily, none of the decorations break. Seraphina laughs and shakes her head, nonchalant about the chaos we’ve all become accustomed to from the rambunctious kids.
She slowly stoops to grab the hooks and rises even more sluggishly to ensure her stability. I slide behind her and once she’s upright, I cradle the bottom of her heavy bump. A sigh full of relief and gratitude blows through her lips as she sags against me. Her eyes sink shut as her head falls back to my chest.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, little one. How’s my other grandson?”
“Wild. He loves all the excitement.”
She’s right. I feel him roll and kick under my palms. He’s going to be a brute like his father and brothers. Her fragile body can barely handle the beasts they create.
This baby will be the last she bears despite how much my son loves breeding his wife. We can’t take the risk.
Seraphina reaches back and tickles my scruff with her fingernails. The familiar motion soothes both of us.
“Can we celebrate later, just the two of us, when the boys take their naps?”
My cock, already hard against her back, rises to the occasion. I push my forearm under her belly to hold the weight, and with my free hand sweep her long hair off her shoulder. A happy noise bubbles in her mouth when I stroke over my necklace circling her throat. “You know I’d love that but you need to rest too. With London bringing Ryder over later, it’s going to be a busy day.”
“I know and I will. I promise. But, I love you and want to spend time alone with you today too.”
How can I refuse? Especially with her heavy in pregnancy. I know my one-on-one time with her will be coming to an end for a while after the birth and recovery.
With images of her on her hands and knees taking me from behind the way she loves in my mind, I thumb over her sprinting pulse. “I love you too. We can have one hour and then you have to get some sleep.”
Which I know she will after I fuck her and then follow with the gentle massage of her scalp and body. Does the trick every time.
She squirms with excitement and waddles around to press a kiss on my cheek. I help her to the sofa and once she settles on the cushion, I lift her legs, twisting her body so her feet are in my lap. She slumps back with the first caress of her sole, and I keep my eyes glued on the boys while hers slip shut again.
Our princess has become a queen. An excellent mother to my grandchildren, she deserves to be pampered after the way she spoils us with her love and generous spirit.
The impromptu game continues until the man who should be my son-in-law strolls in with a case of Melchior’s favorite beer on his shoulder and a stack of gifts in his free hand. More presents entice Artaban and Michel to race over to Rudolph.
He hands off the booze to my oblivious son and drops to his haunches to dole out the surprises. Practically a kid himself, he vibrates with his own excitement. Once they annihilate the wrapping paper, Rudolph rips the top off the box to the bowling game and leads the boys to the hallway to set up the pins.
