Page 97 of Fourth Wall

“Jax learned how to sit up on his own today,” she exclaimed, and we both squealed in joy. Oh, the things moms got excited about around their other mom friends.

Last, Chels rounded the corner, sporting her very pregnant belly.

“I don't know how you guys did all of this,” she complained. “It is too freaking hot. My feet are swollen.” Tatum and I both looked at each other and laughed. “This isn’t funny. My tits are so fucking big.”

“They always have been, though, bunny,” Alex told her and turned toward us. “I keep telling her they’ve always been massive.”

“Not helping, Alex,” I offered and gave him a little kiss on his cheek in greeting as well.

We all gathered around the back. The two older babies played happily in the yard with Kinsley and Kelcie, while Greyson sat watching everyone in his little bouncer.

“Is this how you expected our life to be one year ago?” I looked at everyone who offered the same grateful expression on their face. “I knew we would all be here, but Alex, you’re going to be our president, with Julian and Christian as your right-hand men.” They both gave each other a hug proudly.

“Elio, you have this amazing chance at this life with your wife and baby.” He looked over at Gianna, who wore a soft green dress today with her long black hair flowing down her back.

“I guess I just never imagined this is where I would be.” I shot Christian a look of gratitude.

“I hear big news is in line for you, too,” Chelsea chimed in.

“Yeah, Maeve finally decided, after bugging her that she wasn't going to go back to the restaurant after her maternity leave,” Christian said proudly and then turned to me as I leaned back on the wooden chair. “Tell them, firecracker.”

“I think I want to look into finishing my schooling to be a teacher. I think going back to school is the first step, though,” I sheepishly offered.

“Wow,” Tatum exclaimed. “That’s amazing news.”

“Thank you, guys.” Suddenly, I realized the smile permanently etched on my face was here to stay because this was my life. This was my family. These were my people.

After the ordeal of our day, which included spending hours in the pool with all the babies, everyone was tucked safely in their own bed and very tuckered out from the sun.

Christian was in the shower, and I stood in our bedroom just staring at him like the creep that I was. Even after all this time,he was even more handsome than when I met him. He had cut his hair slightly, but it was still pretty long, and he’d shaved somewhat recently, but the stubble was already growing back in.

“Are you coming in?” I shook my head when he asked.

He opened the shower door and stared straight at me.

“I told you about this already,” he encouraged.

“No.” It was a simple response, but ever since having Greyson, I had become a little more self-conscious of the way my body looked. It was a little fluffier in parts that I wasn't used to.

“It’s obviously your choice, firecracker, but you need to know how fucking sexy I find you.” He jumped out of the shower and was stalking me as water dripped down onto the floor mat. His cock was hard, and I could see him throbbing from here.

“I love the way your hips look.” One step.

“I love the way your titties bounce when I take you from behind.” Two steps.

“I love the way your pussy tastes.” Three steps.

“I love every single curve you have.” He now stood right in front of me at the frame of the door. He leaned up, holding the top of the frame with his arms as his upper body came crashing toward me. “I need you to know how fucking hard you make me just by existing.”

He dropped a kiss on my mouth, and I pulled his neck down, listening to him groan into me. Fuck, this man was perfect. It had been a long road for him to understand how I expected him to allow me to put myself first before he could come in and save the day. At the end of the day, I didn't need a savior. I just wanted a partner.

But because of his encouragement, I gained confidence as his hands circled me. I wore a loose cotton maxi dress with spaghetti straps. I opted out of wearing a bra because it was easier for breastfeeding, and I preferred a lace bralette instead.

As his hands folded around the fabric, I pushed in closer to him and started to moan into his mouth.

“Make those noises, firecracker, and you know exactly how Daddy is going to punish my dirty little whore,” he warned, and I loved his dirty little mouth. It was an automatic turn-on. I was a fiend.

As I grabbed his neck with my arms, he lifted me, letting the loose fabric pool around my waist. He guided me over to the countertop, where our mouths continued fucking each other with our tongues.

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