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“Hella good?” I joke. And she bursts into joyous laughter as she slaps my chest.
“Magical. Can we do that again?” she adds, and I squeeze her tighter to me.
“However many times you want to, sweetness,” I say.
“You’re not tired?” she asks? I spent the entire night showing her how far from being tired I was.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ky
I’m just finishing the waffles for breakfast, the kids have asked to watch cartoons while they wait to eat, and they’d just sat down in the living room when I hear Sera’s feet on the hardwood floors.
“Mommy,” our little girl calls out, and my heart stutters at the thought. A year ago, I would have never thought I’d have one child, let alone two of the same age. I shake my head and chuckle. Minutes later, Sera’s in the kitchen, and I can immediately tell she’s not happy. Her hair’s a mess, and the body I worshipped all night last night is covered by a silky robe.
More’s the pity.
I scowl and stalk toward her, my bare torso attracting her gaze, which turns my scowl into a cocky grin. I’m only wearing a pair of sweats, and with her looking at me that way, my cock hardens, and I just hope none of the kids walk into the kitchen until I can get myself under control. But being next to Sera, it’s almost an impossible task.
“What’s happened?” I demand.
“You broke your promise,” she replies in a whisper.
“What do you mean?”
“You weren’t there when I woke up.” She tries to sidestep me, but I grab her wrist and pull her toward me, wrapping my arms around her. Looking over her head at the kids, making sure their attention is on the TV, which it is, thank fuck.
I can’t help but slide them down to her ass, kneading the delicious globes, and if we’d been alone, I’d bend her over the kitchen counter right now and fuck her senseless.
“Did you miss me?” I ask, nuzzling her neck and tickling her with my beard, well aware that she’s enjoying the little demonstration if the full body shiver is anything to go by.
“What are you doing?” she hisses, her cheeks reddening. Before she has time to make another protest, I lower my mouth to hers and capture her lips in a searing kiss. It was hard to keep it PG, but I force myself to pull back.
Her breath tastes minty, telling me she’d prepared for this kiss by brushing her teeth already this morning.
“Mmm, you taste good, baby.” Her blush deepens, and I stop teasing her. With an arm wrapped around her waist, I led her to the kitchen table, helping her to sit down. Kissing the top of her head, I finish setting the table, feeling her eyes on me as she watched me closely.
“Kiddos, breakfast,” I call out and hear two pairs of little feet come running.
“What did Mom say yesterday about no running?” I ask, deliberately sitting down next to Sera, putting my hand on her dressing gown covered thigh, and grinning when she tenses.
“Not to run upstairs,” Willow calls out, sitting down in the chair as I put a waffle each on their plates.
I chuckle at my little sassy pants. I just know she’s going to grow up to be just like her mom, as Sera watches me interact with the children, a look of wonderment on her face, and I feel ten feet tall. The clatter of forks and spoons against plates fills the air as we all sit down to breakfast, and for the next ten minutes, I soak in the comforting feeling of my family's presence.
Sera and my two kids, there's nothing in the world that could compare.
Sera puts down her fork and is laser focused on her daughter.
“Sweet pea, how would you feel if Ky were your daddy? That would make Finn your brother.” I freeze on the spot, almostchoking on the sip of coffee. My eyes move between Finn and Willow; Willow’s lips turn up in a bright smile, squealing, she claps happily. But it’s the frown that overcomes Finn’s face that worries me. He pushes off the chair, which scrapes loudly on the wood floor, and I wince. His little arms crossed over his chest, and his lips turn up in a pout.
“She’s not my mommy. I already have one,” he states, his eyes swimming with unshed tears. “And I never wanted a sister.” He cries as he tries to take off, but I catch him before he’s able to, holding him still as he tries to squirm away.
“Finn.” I use my deep, gravelly father’s voice, which I’ve perfected over the months when talking to my son.
“You know I love you, and Sera will never take the place of your mom, believe me. But she is Willow’s mom, which means she and Willow will be in our lives for a very long time.”
He sniffles and pouts but doesn’t say anything. “Now, Willow is my daughter, like you are my son. I want you both to continue to get along like you did before you knew you were brother and sister. Having a sibling is a blessing, I want you two to hug it out and go outside and play.”