Page 90 of We Will Rise

Camilla’s been home for a few days, but none of us can let her out of our sight to the point I think she’s going to kill one of us if we don’t stop following her to the bathroom.

The doctor is shocked at how well she’s recovering, but I think it’s because we brought her home and she’s no longer surrounded by white walls and the smell of disinfectant. Hospitals have their place, but it’s hard to heal in a place full of sick people.

She rolls over and nestles into my chest, her arm spread across me to rest on Kovu’s stomach. The giant bed got some looks from the doctor the first day, but since then, it’s made taking care of our girl easy while also getting sleep ourselves. Which we all desperately needed after days on end without so much as closing our eyes.

Crew is working at the desk we put in here for her, and I can’t help but feel a little sad that she’ll only get to use this room for a few months. Moving to the estate is the right choice, and we’ll move the bed and everything else when we go, but it’s still the surprise I spent months putting together.

My phone vibrates beside me on the mattress, and I reach for it as I stifle a yawn, but when I read the words in the chat Crew and I share with Elias and Wyatt, I just about jump from the bed.

Elias: Dropping Caleb and Rogers to you now. Will chain them up, so don’t rush down.

Crew meets my eyes, and a slow smile tugs at his lips.

Fuck yes.

Kaos steps out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him as he dries his short hair with a towel before he stops in place as he takes in our expressions. “What’s going on?”

“We have a present in the basement,” I tell him.

Kovu’s head pops up on my other side, and he reads over my shoulder, the cold killer he is whenever Camilla isn’t in the room coming to the forefront.

“What do we want to do with the little lamb?” Kovu asks.

“The little lamb doesn’t need babysitting.” Camilla yawns as she rubs her tired eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Elias just dropped a gift off to us in the basement,” I reply.

“A gift?” Her brows pull together.

“Two gifts, actually,” Crew corrects, and I watch as it dawns on her.

“What the hell are we still doing in here?” She pushes herself up into a sitting position with a wince.

“You’re on bed rest,” I remind her.

“If you think I’m missing out on this, you have another thing coming,” she snaps. “Or are you forgetting that I almost died a few days ago because of these two assholes.”

“Oh, I’m definitely not forgetting. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m ever going to forget,” I mutter.

“Little Menace, I know you want to be a part of this, but it may be best that you stay in bed while we take care of it.” Crew tries to reason with her, but in turn earns himself a glare.

“Not a chance.” Camilla pushes herself off the edge of the bed, and Kaos steps closer to her in case she loses her balance. It only happened once a couple of days ago, but now we’re all on watch for it, and it’s the main reason we’re still following her to the bathroom every time she goes.

Crew sighs as he stands from the desk, crossing the room until he’s standing in front of Camilla. “You’re infuriating, you know that, right?”

“I’m bored,” she retorts. “There’s only so much time I can spend in bed when I’m not getting any.”

Kovu barks out a laugh as he pulls a hooded sweatshirt over his naked torso and moves closer to our girl. “Believe me, Little Lamb. As soon as the doctor gives you the all clear, we’ll all be railing you every chance we get.”

Kaos dips his head so their faces are at the same level. “Especially once that IUD comes out.”

A deep blush spreads across her cheeks before she shakes her head. “You’re obsessed.”

“You’re damn right I am.”

We all are. Ever since we floated the idea of kids, the four of us have become more and more obsessive about getting Camilla pregnant, and once she’s fully healed, you better believe we’re going to be filling her with as much cum as we can each manage to give us the best possible chance.

She rolls her eyes and pulls on a jacket, taking extra care around her cast to make sure she doesn’t accidentally tug her thumb. She did that yesterday, and her scream is still living rent-free in my mind. “Come on then, let’s go kill them so we can return to the four of you hovering like mother hens.”

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