Page 89 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
It’s crazy that it’s been three years now that King and I have been married, yet she has no desire to share me or to do the whole open marriage thing. I pull up in my driveway and step out of my sports car. The only time I get to myself these days. Sometimes, I just need a moment to drive something that I can’t drive all the time. I step out of the car and make my way into our home.
The second I make it past the foyer,Poutinebarks alerting my presence. “Really, Old boy?” I say to him.
Not even a second later, one naked child of mine comes running. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” He yells out.
I stare at him for a moment. “Kid,” I state.
He runs over and hugs me. I cock my brow at him. “Why are you running around in your birthday suit?”
He frowns, “Bath time, daddy!”
I chuckle and roll my eyes. “Where are your carbon copies?” I ask him.
As if I called for them. Here the other two of my boys come charging down the hall naked as ever. “Daddy! Daddy!”
“Let me guess… bath time?” I say to all three of them with my hands on my hips; I stare at my sons. I was so happy the day they were born. Just seeing their precious little faces come to this world made everything and every moment worth it.
Kingsley and I thought hard on the names too; number 1 is Gaël Alexander Sarkozy. Number 2 is Cirus Vasiliév Sarkozy and number 3 is named after both Boston and my brother; Santino,—Boston’s middle name—Adrien Sarkozy. They’re so beautiful. They have Kingsley’s big eyes, but my eye color just isn’t as intense. Their sun-kissed skin is a perfect hue; It’s easy to know which one is number 2, Cirus because he’s the only one with dark blonde curls while the other two have dark brown hair.
One of them laughs. This one, Santino or Nino, like his brothers call him, looks just like a mixture of King and I more than the other two. Our triplets are identical, yet I can see their differences so distinctly.
“Gaël, Cirus, and Santino Sarkozy!” King yells their name from down the hall. “I swear if you don’t get your cute little tushies in the bath, we’re going to have one angry mama! Grrr…” The fact that Kinglsey makes the damned noise is what prompts me to laugh but I cover my mouth.
I snicker along with the boys. “Guys, don’t give mama a hard time.” I look atPoutine,“You’re supposed to be a better big brother than that.”Poutinebarks at me.
I look back as King comes down the hall with her hands full of suds and she blows the tendrils of her hair out of her face. “Hi baby,” I say to her.
When she sees me, the tired look completely disappears off her face and she smiles brightly. “Hi, Ciro.” She greets me so sweetly. I walk over to her, knowing my boys are right at my heel. I lean down and kiss her forehead. “You should’ve called me and told me they were giving you trouble, sugar.”
She chuckles. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. You’re a month and a half away from dropping this baby girl of ours.” I smile thinking about her name; Lora Kingslea Sarkozy. I rub her belly and focus on getting my woman to take a break. “Come on, let me take over. Go sit and relax. I’ll run your bath after. How about that?” I say to her.
“I love you,” she says out of breath.
This time I don’t kiss her forehead. I pull her in for a scorching kiss that promises to make her feel good.
She’s the first to pull away from the kiss. “O, Demetrius, My Ciro… My favorite ancient god and the man who will rub my feet later.” she says with theatrics only a lover of Shakespeare can give.
I wink at her. “Fuck, talk dirty to me, baby.” I say to her.
She giggles.
“Fuck!” I hear Gaël say first.
“Fuck!” His brother, Cirus repeats after him.
“Daddy… whasss, fuck?” The third one, Santino says.
“Oh Fuck… I mean shit, fuck… Dammit; Thing 1, 2, and 3. I don’t want to hear any of those words out of your mouths.” I face them giving them a fake stern look. “Am I clear boys?”
“Yes, daddy.” All three of them try their best to imitate my expression but they fail.
I shake my head, lightly chuckling with them. “Now, off to the bath. Giddy up!” I say to them.
“Okay, Papa!” They say in unison and I know they’re being full of shit. They run down the hall and all I hear is the word fuck being repeated.
