Page 9 of Graves & Griggs
I feel Liam about to lose it, and Asher’s jerky thrusts tells me he’s close too. Reaching up, I begin massaging Liam’s balls, practically pulling the cum out of them, and that’s all it takes for him.
“Sky! Ash! Fuck!” he groans as his hips thrust towards me, shoving his cock deeper as the warm taste of his cum splashes against my tongue and down my throat.
Asher groans as he lets out his release a moment later, pushing himself as deep as he can into Liam.
When they’re both finished, they let out slow breaths before we all pull apart. Both of them reach down, giving me a hand to help me stand, and I smile at them with appreciation. Our arms intertwine all of us as we stand in the warm water, soaking up this moment together.
Once we’re finished actually getting clean, Asher and Liam both help me get dressed before doing the same. I’m not pregnantenough that I struggle with day-to-day tasks like putting shoes on or shaving my legs, but from the instant that test is positive, the guys won’t let me lift a finger. I’d love to say it’s too much and I wish they’d let me help, but I’m not a liar. It’s the least they can do after I push out their huge babies through my vagina.
Seraphina was 7lbs 9oz, Jackson was 8lbs 5oz and Brooks was 9 motherfucking pounds and 6oz. I swear to God if this baby follows the trend of their brothers and sister, I’m getting a new vagina.
As we emerge ready for… God, I don’t really know what kind of day we’re going to have. Vincent seems nervous, which is concerning. He’s never worried about anything. I don’t know much about Zayden Graves. Only that he almost killed Vincent under Christopher’s orders, only to turn around and save him. Other than that… he’s a mercenary that Vincent and his parents knew, one with a terrible reputation. I was trying to be supportive before when I insisted on being there when he arrives with whoever he’s bringing, but honestly, I’m more than fine to make sure my kids and I are safe.
When I walk down the cabin stairs, I find Jackson playing with his toy cars, Brooks watching some cartoon while sitting in Ronan’s lap and Seraphina sitting on Vincent’s hip as he rifles through the fridge.
Two heads of midnight-black hair and silver eyes look to me as I enter the kitchen. A smile crosses Seraphina’s face, and a smirk appears on Vincent’s, which is basically a grin for him. Okay, I know that I don’t want to know who fathered which baby, but I have two eyes, and we all know the truth: Seraphina is definitely Vincent’s.
The first girl born to an Elder family in over three hundred years. She’s like a miracle, a sign that the curse has been broken, that the evil has been banished and the debt repaid. At least that’s what my mother says it means.
When I told her and my father that we were having a girl, theyboth wept—they knew it meant so much more than just having a baby. They knew it meant that nothing would ever be as it was, in the best possible way.
Liam drops to the ground, grabs a few cars and begins playing with Jackson, making his drift around and of course adding all the appropriate sound effects to go along with it. Jackson laughs, lighting up when he sees Liam.
“You’re a silly daddy,” he says, smiling. Two big dimples pop through his chubby cheeks.
My heart turns to goo as I look at my family. It’s big and loud and messy and so perfect.
I’m resting my hands on my belly when another pair come from behind me.
“Good morning, little one, and good morning to you, our littlest one,” Wes says as he gets down onto his knees to talk to the baby.
I let out a laugh as I cup the back of his head and smile. Every baby has been “the littlest one” to Wesley, then when we get pregnant with another, they get promoted and given their own nickname.
“So what did you find? Is the place bugged?” Asher asks, catching Seraphina’s and Jackson’s attention.
I cut Asher a look as Seraphina turns her head.
“We have bugs?”
“No, baby,” I say with a shake of my head. “Daddy’s just being goofy.” I smile before facing Asher and mouthing, “Not here.”
Asher nods, running a hand through his hair as he and Wesley move down the hallway.
“What do you want for breakfast, siren?” Vincent asks.
“I want chocolate-chip pancakes!” Seraphina exclaims.
He lifts an eyebrow to her. “Does it look like I’m talking to you, little lady?” he asks before he starts tickling her. Infectious laughter fills the house as she squeals andgiggles.
I laugh and nod. “Pancakes sound delicious. I’ll help,” I say as I move to grab the pancake mix.
“Absolutely not. Walcott, get up here and help!”
“Uh-oh, Daddy used the last name. I’m in trouble,” Liam says with an exaggerated expression to Jackson, who giggles like it’s the funniest thing.
“Go sit; we’ve got this,” Liam says as he smacks my ass and presses a kiss to my cheek.
I smile and move over to the couch where Brooks is lying flat against Ronan’s chest. That is until he sees me. He scrambles over to me, perching himself on my lap before readjusting himself to see the TV.
