“Nevaeh.”
Hearing her mother’s voice but not seeing her, our six-year-old daughter frowned before inching closer like she thought something would jump out at her from behind the curtains.
She was distrustful and stubborn, just like her damn mama.
And too smart for her own good, which is why I shot Hunter an annoyed look. Nevaeh had already been on her way back out the door. Hunter had just given her a reason to stay.
Explaining to our daughter why she had two moms and a dad had been hard enough. I wasn’t ready to explain what mommies and daddies did when they loved each other. Realizing her mistake, my wife quickly swiped a hand over her mouth, and I helped her wobble to her feet, rubbing my hand over her swollen belly where my son grew.
Abel was still grumbling over me knocking her up since he’d trained Hunter a little too well. It had only made sense to make her his second in command. It also meant he got more time off, even though I didn’t know why he needed it. Motherfucker didn’t know how to relax if someone slapped him with the instructions.
“You okay, Vengeance?”
“Perfect.”
I couldn’t help feeling up that incredible ass as I leaned down to kiss her. “Tell me you love me.”
She reached up, her heart and gaze open as her soft hand stroked my beard. “I love you, Ocean.”
I never got tired of hearing it.
Every time felt like the first, which had happened the night I almost lost them both. I had been apologizing for not being there when she blurted out that she loved me. It was the moment I learned what it felt like to be weak in the knees.
“I love you too.”
Nevaeh paused after seeing her mother get up from behind the desk, her long pigtails swaying when she cocked her head and put her little hands on her hips like she was the parent. “Mama…what were you doing down there?” she yelled like she was appalled.
“I was looking for something,” Hunter answered sternly, letting our daughter know the subject was closed. “What did your father tell you about knocking?”
Nevaeh suddenly started looking around guiltily and shrugged.
“Little girl…”
Just as Hunter was about to lay into her, Coby walked in carrying our son. Nevaeh immediately ran to her and wrapped her arms around her waist with a fake ass pout. “Mama Coby, they’re being mean again. And daddy cursed.”
“Snitch.” I ran over and tickled Nevaeh’s stomach, making her giggle and beg for mercy until she couldn’t take it anymore.
She ran to hide behind Hunter.
Taking the baby from Coby, my wife smirked at the dirty look I gave her.
Coby knew what she’d done—using me to get off and then leaving me hanging with a hard dick because the little cockblocker in my hands started crying.
I lifted my son and kissed his fat cheek.
My kids were growing too fast for my liking. I need time to slow down. I needed more moments like this with them.
I worked way too fucking much, but my wives were patient with me.
Most of the time.
“You’re going to make this up to me tonight,” I warned Coby in a low tone. “And I don’t want to hear shit about you being sleepy or wanting a back rub first.”
Coby smiled and leaned in to kiss me, giving my dick a surreptitious squeeze while Nevaeh was distracted with rubbing her mother’s belly and talking to her new little brother. “I sent Hunter to find you. You didn’t come?”
I shook my head.
“Aww, you poor thing,” she cooed, stroking my dick through my sweats. It gave an excited jerk under her palm.
