I think we’ll be having a little man-to-man chat with Bishop later. I bet that little shit Hayes said something to him. Bishop’s best friend has four older brothers, and the stuff that comes out of his mouth is completely inappropriate at times. Bishop is only seven, and I want him to remain a child for as long as possible. Kids grow up too fucking fast, and I don’t want that for any of our children.
“Prodigy.” Galen slants a stern look in our eldest son’s direction. “Watch your language, and what have I told you about calling your sister that?”
“She’s annoying,” Bishop says, crossing his arms. “Why does everything have to be about her?”
“Entertaining as this is,” Saint says, “we need to move this along. Soren is stirring,” he adds, rocking his sleepy son in his arms. We got up earlier when the twins woke for a feed and were careful not to wake Lo. She’s still breastfeeding, and we wanted to give her the opportunity to sleep in late for a change. Saint forced her into expressing last night, so we had bottles on hand to feed the hungry monsters this morning.
“I think Willow would sleep through an earthquake,” I say, cradling her close to my chest as I lean down to press a feather-soft kiss to her warm brow. The twins couldn’t be more different in both looks and temperament. Soren is like a mini- Saint in the making. He’s loud, demanding, and completely obsessed with his mommy. Thankfully, Willow is as laid-back as Luna and she rarely fusses.
“We will finish our cards for Mom,” Luna says, looping her arm through Rora’s. “And when we come back, they’ll be ready for us.”
“Go with them,” Galen tells Bishop. “And be nice.” He drills him with a warning look.
Bishop rolls his eyes. “I always look after my sisters, Daddy. Chill.” He slides his arms around his sisters as they retreat to Luna’s bedroom to finish drawing their cards. The kids also helped Galen to bake chocolate chip cookies for their mom, and a large batch is presently cooling in the kitchen.
Caz opens the door to Lo’s bedroom, and we file into the large master suite. Lo is still asleep, curled on her side in the gigantic bed, the sheets crumpled from our sexual antics last night. It’s rare we all sleep in the same bed, but we made an exception last night. Originally, we were considering going away, so we could celebrate Valentine’s Day together, but Lo didn’t want to leave the kids. Especially Soren, because he’s so clingy right now. So, we stayed at home and put the twins in their bedroom, taking the baby monitors into the master suite with us.
“Rise and shine, queenie,” Caz says, sitting on the edge of the bed and running his fingers through Lo’s hair.
“Hmm,” she murmurs, stretching out under the sheets. We all know she’s naked under there, and I’m sure my cock isn’t the only one hardening.
“We have food.” Galen hums, sitting on the other side of Lo, holding the tray carefully on his lap.
“And flowers,” Saint adds, jerking his head at Caz. Caz produces the massive bouquet of roses and lilies as Lo pulls herself upright in the bed.
She buries her nose in the petals, inhaling deeply, before setting the vase on her bedside table. “They’re gorgeous. Thank you.” Stifling a yawn, she smiles at all of us. Her gaze softens when her green eyes land on the twins. “I see you have sleeping babies too.”
“They’re our favorite kind,” Caz jokes.
“You should put them in their cribs,” she says, gesturing at me and Saint. The sheet slips down her body, pooling at her waist, and we all drool at the tempting view.
“Damn, queenie.” Caz gently cups one of her enlarged boobs. “I swear these get bigger every time I look at you.”
Lo rolls her eyes. “They’re full of milk. Of course, they’re bigger.”
“I’m feeling hungry,” Caz quips, waggling his brows.
“Knock that shit off, assface,” Saint says, placing Soren down in one of the cribs at the base of the bed. “You’re not drinking her breast milk.”
This is a running joke, and Caz loves pushing Saint’s buttons. Saint is very specific in his views and values, and he takes his role as a father seriously. He is probably the strictest on discipline out of all of us. It’s not surprising. He’s determined to ensure our kids grow up knowing we love them while understanding they have boundaries too. He wants them to have the kind of structured, loving environment he missed out on.
“I just want a little taste,” Caz teases, lowering his mouth toward Lo’s left nipple.
Saint yanks him back, pushing him in my direction, as I deposit Willow in her crib. “Have a word with your man.”
“Stop winding him up,” I murmur, nipping Caz’s earlobe with my teeth as I wrap my arm around him from behind.
“It’s way too much fun.” Caz chuckles.
“You’re spoiling me,” Lo says, deliberately refocusing the conversation. She holds her arms up as Galen lowers her silk nightgown down over her body.
“You deserve to be spoiled,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. “Happy Valentine’s, babe.”
The others take turns kissing her, and we surround her on the bed as Galen places the tray on her lap.
“You made my favorite omelet.” She beams at Galen as she lifts her silverware.
“Mimosas too,” Saint adds, distributing the glasses among us. “Because every queen deserves champagne on Valentine’s Day.”
