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“We’re going to have to be careful when they get older.”
“I can be stealthy,” I assure her.
She raises a brow at me. “Since when?”
I laugh at her tone. “Have some faith, baby. I’ll be a pro at stealthy quickies, just you wait and see.”
When I slide out of her, and fix her panties, I can’t keep the huge grin from my face. She’s going to feel my cum slide out of her later, and she’s going to be stuck wearing wet panties all night, a constant reminder of what we just did.
“Don’t be too smug,” she warns. “I’m not the only one who’s all wet.”
I look down at my dick and smile. “I love it when you soak my cock,ptichka.”
We get ourselves presentable, and before we walk back out, I give her one last kiss and then thread my fingers through hers, ready to join our family again.
Lev
“Daddy, which dress should I wear?”
I look down at Natalya and laugh. “Princess, we’re going to be late. Every dress you’ve shown me looks good. Just pick one, baby.”
She studies the three pink dresses that look to me like they could be the same damn dress before finally choosing the one she’s already tried on twice. When I give an exaggerated groan, she looks up at me and laughs before jumping into my arms for a hug. I squeeze her back and pick her up, spinning her around until she’s laughing so hard she can barely breathe.
“Don’t ever get any older,” I tell her. “Stop growing.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “I can’t stop growing. That’s silly.”
“Okay, you can keep growing, but you have to promise to always be Daddy’s princess.”
“I will.” She throws her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek, and as soon as I set her down, she grabs the pink dress she wants and runs off to change…again.
Sasha, our four-year-old son is already sitting on the couch, waiting to go, and when I walk through the living room, I stop to kiss his head and ruffle his hair.
“The girls are taking forever,” I tell him, making him laugh. “You want a juice box while you wait.”
“Yep,” he says, jumping in my arms when I open them. He clings to me like a little spider monkey while I walk him into the kitchen. I dig around for the grape ones he likes so much before grabbing a small package of animal crackers to go with it, because clearly his older sister is going to be a few more minutes.
I sit him down in front of his favorite cartoon and give him another kiss and tell him I love him before going off in search of our youngest. We’ve baby-proofed the hell out of this penthouse, but our two-year-old, Mia, has an instinct for trouble. I found a grey hair the other day, and I know she’s to blame for it. When I walk into our bedroom, I smile when I see my little munchkin. Our room has a sitting area off to the side that we’ve converted into a safe toddler space. A baby gate stretches between the walls, keeping our littlest safely contained while Jolene gets ready.
As soon as she sees me, she jumps up and runs to the gate. “Daddy!”
I laugh and step over it so I can scoop her into my arms. Out of our three kids she looks the most like her mommy with her hazel eyes and auburn hair, but this little girl is all me. She immediately reaches out for my lip ring, giving it a small tug.
“Daddy’s owie.”
I laugh and kiss her chubby hand. “Not an owie, baby. It’s a piercing.”
She’s fascinated by my lip and eyebrow piercings. I recognize the glint in her eyes when she sees them, and I have no doubt she’s going to come home one day with metal in her face. I groan at the thought and cover her face in kisses because I want to keep her this age forever.
Her sweet laugh fills the room, and it makes me so fucking happy to hear it. Sitting us both down on one of the comfy pillows, I look at whatshe’s been playing with, not at all surprised to see all her favorite stuffed dogs surrounding her. I spot one of Natalya’s old dolls and hand it to Mia, she takes one look at the pink, sparkly dress she’s wearing and grips the doll by her blonde hair and flings it over the baby gate. She shoots me a look that makes it clear I should know better by now.
I throw my head back and laugh because as girlie as Natalya is, Mia is the exact opposite. She cries when Jolene tries to put her in a dress and refuses to play with anything that’s even remotely geared to the ultra feminine. She’s her own person, and we love the hell out of her for it. When she gets bored with her dogs, she flops herself against me and rests her head on my chest. I hold her close and kiss her head.
“Do you know how much Daddy loves you?” I ask her, just like I have every day since she was born.
She smiles and nods her head and then spreads her arms out as wide as she can. “That’s right, baby,” I tell her and then tickle her while her arms are still out. She wriggles and laughs and tries to get free, but there’s no way I’m letting her go. When she’s exhausted, I kiss her cheeks and set her back down by her favorite toys.
“Daddy needs to check on Mommy, sweetheart. I’ll be right back, and then we’re going to Uncle Matvey’s and Aunt Alina’s house.”
