Page 92 of Mister Stark

“A little boy and a little girl.” I beamed up at Daxon as tears of happiness fell down my cheeks and his face was inches from mine. “Our babies together.”

He kissed away my tears one by one and caressed my cheek. I leaned into his touch and met his eyes. They sizzled with want for me, but shimmered with love for his children. This moment was everything I could’ve asked for and it was a dream come true. A family I never expected and everything I could want. Only one thing was missing.

Daxon’s love for me.

He kissed my forehead, and my heart swooned. I felt his passion and need to protect me, but I needed more from him. I hoped for more from him. These babies were only weeks away, and I wished something would change. And as I prayed for a miracle, he took my face in his hands.

His eyes shimmered with something I couldn’t recognize, but I knew he was beyond happy. He was overjoyed by the news of our two precious ones we made together and he couldn’t wait to meet them.

“Our future together, princess.” Daxon breathed as his lips tenderly touched mine and I fell into him.

I lost my heart to him. He had me. He had all of me. My mind, body, and soul.

He broke the kiss and looked down at me like he wanted to speak more, but the door opened. The technician entered the room and pulled him back to reality. All that danced in his beautiful gaze was gone as he stepped away from me and let her hand me a strip of something. Something precious and it made my heart sing. A special gift just for us of our babies pictured on a strip of photo paper.

Our little boy with his legs open and a round head. Another with his thumb in his mouth. Our precious girl with her gymnastic movements made us laugh. One photograph she had her hand up and appeared to wave hello. It was a gift I won’t ever forget.

I thought my heart was full. Extended from my love for their father, but I was wrong. Today, my heart grew two times bigger and with their love, I could do anything.

THIRTY-ONE

Tease

Weeks passed by sinceour gender appointment and the media was all over the news. Everyone knew I postponed my wedding to Dylan Stark because of the pregnancy. People also knew the gender of the babies and sent us gifts. All addressed to the penthouse, and Dylan grew frustrated with it. But that was too bad because he was the pretend daddy to be.

Everything had come together. The nursery was so close to being finished and all it needed was paint. Along with some decor on the walls. Hints of pink and blue throughout the room. We filled the closet with clothes for each baby and we didn’t need anymore. We went a little crazy after we found out the genders and spent a day shopping for baby clothes. But it was so much fun.

Daxon looked through rows of clothes and got invested just as much as me. The joy filled his face and gave a lighter side to his harsh exterior. He has been so involved with everything it has changed him. I saw sides of Daxon Stark I had never seen before and it made me love him even more. We laughed, joked and enjoyed each other’s company. It had been a great day.

And now it was time for grey paint.

Daxon did the painting job himself. He didn’t want to hire anyone to do the job, and he wanted to put a personal touch to it. He wanted to tell his children that daddy did it just for them. Daxon didn’t want me anywhere near it.

But I couldn’t help myself.

He had chosen this weekend to do it while he had no work planned. I wanted to watch him and enjoy him. Lock in the memories of him and how much he cared. So, I didn’t listen and crept up to the nursery.

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