“I watched Dr Moore stitch you up,” he said quietly.
I’ve been given the all-clear—for all three holes.
He rolled his eyes and resumed rocking Owain.
How did this become my life? Where was the sanctity of a guaranteed Friday night fuck?
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, Bouda said, watching as I stroked Anaya’s plump cheek.
His dad mode was obscenely sexy. The shirtless burping—sure. But more than that, when one of them spat up or needed a fresh nappy, he forgot all about scent and germs because they were ours.
I watched him place Owain in the cot, then leaned down to kiss Anaya’s tiny hand before he came to collect her. Owain always fell asleep first. It had taken time to find a new rhythm once two became four—or six, if we counted Bouda and Fenrir.
You always get what you want in the end, Fenrir reminded me.
I glanced at Blaidd as he walked back toward me, arms already reaching for Anaya.
True, I murmured.
He took her from me, rocking her gently against his chest the same way he’d done with Owain.
That night, I kept my promise—and Blaidd didn’t hold back.
I gained an entirely new respect for the leg strength of professional jockeys.
???
I yawned as Blaidd manoeuvred Owain onto the pillow before adding Anaya.
“You know I vowed to myself that I’d never deny you,” he murmured, stroking their heads as he spoke,“but watching you give birth to them freaked me out.”
I thought back to the labour and remembered the helpless look in his eyes. Even then, I’d suspected he might faint—or throw up.
“Did you forget that we heal faster?” I whispered.
The day we came home, he made sure I was able to rest between feeding the twins. He was the one who stayed calm while caring for them. Fenrir practically worshipped the babies, but he’d never thought he’d find his mate, let alone have pups. Obsession and control had somehow made them perfect fathers.
“I know we heal,” he said, glancing up at me,“but watching you endure hours of labour… it stayed with me. Until you raped me in my sleep last night.”
A laugh burst out of me, disturbing the twins.
Please. I have bruises on my hips from you bouncing me up and down on your dick, I replied silently, switching modes since he objected to foul language anywhere near the twins.
“Just wait until I get them down,” he said.“It’ll be payback—and to make up for lost time.”
He leaned over the babies to kiss my cheek, then paused, inhaling my scent as his face dropped to my shoulder.
“I missed us,” he said quietly.“Then I felt guilty for not thinking about the twins.”
You should have made him go to therapy, Bouda commented.
We’d learned how to control and direct our thoughts because oversharing caused far too much friction, which meant Bouda was free to speak her mind with me again. Fenrir was an exception to the rule since the power from his bloodline came from the gods.
“Why would you feel guilty?” I asked, pushing his head back so I could look him in the eyes.
“I didn’t want a nanny around them, and I didn’t want you stressed,” he said.“If I started thinking about my needs, where did that leave Owain and Anaya?”
This man left still managed to leave me speechless.
