“So, are you going to tell me the names you picked?” Everly asks, leaning over to check the babies, then hisses, clutching her stomach as she turns back to face the front.
“You’ll find out tomorrow when I pick up the bracelets,” I tell her. “And sit still before you hurt yourself.”
“I'm fine,” she says as I pull into the parking garage. “That was the slowest damn drive of my life. Next time, I’m driving!” she states, shoving the door open.
Now, to master these carseat carriers. They were a real bitch to get in. I had to get my father to show me, who was just as useless, and he then enlisted John to help, but he was no help either. So we all gave up and let Zoe and Macey handle it.
Everly plucks the first carrier out, then the middle one, while I’m still struggling to undo the one I’m in charge of.
“Squeeze the handle, the red button on the side, and lift!”
“I am squeezing and pressing. It's faulty,” I tell her, becoming flustered. Everly clicks her tongue and walks around to my side, one carrier in each hand. She sets them down and pushes me out of the way with her hip. I glare at her when it takes her two seconds to do it. Now she’s just showing off!
“You'll get the hang of it,” she says, walking toward the elevator while I grab the baby bags. Man, these tiny creatures own some shit. I feel like a mule carting it all up. When the elevator doors open, Marcus opens the mind-link as I step inside.
‘How do I get the toilet things off? I can't even open the lid,’Marcus tells me.
‘What? How am I supposed to know? I didn't install them. Maintenance did just before you got there.’
‘Not even Valarian can open it. I had to piss off your balcony earlier because of this contraption,’he growls.‘Valarian is pulling down the gates. I don't get it. Why do you have gates up when they can't even lift their own heads, let alone walk?’
Everly presses the button impatiently, crossing her legs.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
“Yeah, I need to pee,” she says, and I blink.
‘Get the damn toilet thing off! Break it for all I care!’I scream at Marcus through the link.
‘I'm trying! What do you think I’m doing?’Marcus snarls as the door opens up.
Everly waddles like a duck to the door and shoves the key in the lock. She twists frantically and growls before the door opens and she rushes inside. I trail behind her to see her set the babies down next to the couch before darting off up the hall. Then I hear a crash.
“Valen!” she groans. I set baby C down and rush up the hall to find she’s tripped over a safety gate. She hauls herself up to run to the bathroom. Marcus rushes out just before she enters, slamming the door behind her. I look at Marcus, who shakes his head. The next minute, I hear her scream.
“Valen!” she snarls as she tries to undo the toilet trap. I cringe and wait for the door to open.
“Not OCD, huh?” she mutters when she steps out.
I smile awkwardly as she folds her arms across her chest, her overfull boobs giving me a delicious sight; those puppies are huge, and I can't wait to touch them.
“Eyes are up here!” Everly says, while I lick my lips, imagining them jiggling above me as she rides my cock.
“And now you get to clean the bathtub because I just had to pee in it,” she growls, pushing past me.
Damn it!
* * *
Everly
Watching Valen is rather amusing. He treats those girls like they’re made of glass.
“Should she be crying like that?” he asks, watching baby C scream her head off. She’s struggling to latch on this side so I switch boobs and Valen passes me Baby A. I’m getting better at tandem feeding.
“She is fine,” I tell him, though I’m getting sick of calling them the baby alphabet. I want to know the names he chose, but he’s remaining tight-lipped. Baby B is asleep. Or was until a few minutes into the feeding.
“Can you grab her?” I ask him, although he’s already walking to her bassinet. He leans over, cooing and pulling faces at her and I watch him lift her. He subtly sniffs the air before holding her at arm's length, his fingers behind her little head as she stretches and farts.