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Silas
After spendingall day keeping the kid’s busy they wanted to play with legos, which I’ll never admit I love doing. Now I’m finally able to have a few minutes of adult interaction by helping Bodie and Emma set the table. We decided to host a Thanksgiving dinner for all of the people we know that don’t have anywhere to go. So we invited the guys from the shop, the firefighters and cops who are single, and the employees from Bodie’s restaurant who also don’t have family. In all, there will be about thirty-five people. We also plan to announce the pregnancy to everyone.
Isla has the house decorated to the nines from top to bottom in fall decor. It looks so amazing with all the gourds, autumn colored leaves, and cornucopias, small hay bales, and scarecrows. She’s been working so hard and it seems like she’s just trying to keep busy. It worries me since I’ve noticed she has regressed some since being shot and finding out she’s pregnant, then Corin’s stupid ass mother had to try and start shit. I hope all the stress doesn’t cause any issues with the babies.
“Silas!” Emma barks at me.
“What? Sorry, were you calling me?” I sheepishly ask.
“You were staring off into space. What’s wrong?” she asks, now that she has my attention.
Sighing and turning to face her, I reply. “I’m worried about Isla. I’m concerned that being shot and her now being pregnant is going to cause more trauma and make her panic attacks come back. Not to mention the cuntasaurus and her bullshit is going to cause her more stress on top of everything else that she’s already dealing with, and I’m so scared something is going to happen to the babies. There is so much going on, and it’s making me feel so out of control. I want her and our kids to be okay. Why does shit like this keep happening to her?”
Emma walks over and grabs my hand. “Silas, honey, I know you suffered a lot in your childhood, and I know with all of this going on it can be hard for you to manage. I promise Isla will be okay. I’ve talked her into making an appointment with a therapist to help work through all of these new changes. I can’t promise the babies will be fine, since it’s still too early to know. However, just remember Isla is doing everything she can and that’s all we can hope for.
“I’m so thankful my granddaughter and great grandkids have people that love them, so anything that happens we can deal with it together as a family. Why don’t you think about seeing a therapist as well, dear? I think it might help you work through everything.”
I pull her in for a hug, trying not to tear up at the overwhelming love and care I can feel pouring out of this amazing woman. I never had decent parents or grandparents, but I am so thankful to have Emma in my life. “I think you’re right. I’ll call my old therapist Monday.”
“Well now, what’s going on here? Silas, are you trying to trade me in for an older model?” I hear Isla snickering as she comes sauntering into the kitchen.
God, she looks so beautiful. Her blue hair is curled and flowing down her back with her bangs pinned back out of her eyes. She’s wearing an amazing burnt orange, cuffed sleeve, knee length dress. It shows off a delicious amount of breast as well as her amazing legs. All her colorful tattoos look great in contrast to her outfit. Her beautiful blue eyes are enhanced by dark brown eyeshadow.
“Wildflower, you look amazing, and as gorgeous as your grandmother is, I wouldn’t trade you for anything.” I pull her in for a kiss.
“I wanna know who you’re calling ‘an older model’, ya heifer. You just hope you look this good when you’re my age,” Emma sasses back, tossing a styrofoam squash at Isla who darts behind me to avoid getting hit. I love seeing how they interact with each other.
“Mommy!” Vivian comes running in the kitchen crying, and throws herself at Isla’s leg.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Isla asks softly. Bending over to pick up Vivian to hug her.
“Bubba hit me. He pushed me down!” she sobs into her mom’s shoulder.
“Which one of your brothers, baby?” Isla gently coaxes.
“Lochlan.” Vivi sniffles and reaches for me. I wrap her up in my arms and start blowing raspberries against her neck to make her giggle.
I never realized how much I would love being a dad.
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Isla
Seriously?Now the kids are fighting? I’m already exhausted.Why did I want to host a dinner party?I kiss Vivi’s and Silas’s cheeks and walk out of the kitchen to deal with Lochlan when I’m met with all of my man meat.Fuck, I’m horny.These pregnancy hormones are rough.
They are each dressed in black dress pants with different colored button ups. Odin is in a baby blue shirt to match his eyes, while Orin is in a burnt orange, which is one of my favorite colors on him–and it makes us match, which is adorable. Bodie is in emerald green, my other favorite color. Callum is in a blood red shirt, but his is fully unbuttoned showing his ripped chest. Now I’m seeing why Silas was in black, all my favorite colors.
Just the sight of these men alone makes my panties wet. It’s insane.
“Hey, babes. Silas is in the kitchen with Vivi, but I have to go deal with Lochlan. He is apparently bullying his sister,” I sigh.
Callum pulls me into his arms and kisses me. “Kitten, you look good enough to eat,” he purrs into my ear. He chuckles when he feels me shiver.
“I fucking wish someone would eat me already,” I huff out. “I’ll be back in a minute. Will y’all help Maw-Maw and Silas finish setting up everything? Everyone will be getting here soon.”
“Yeah, Babygirl, we’ll go help.” Odin kisses me and walks off to the kitchen. Bodie and Orin follow suit, both peppering me with kisses when they pass by.
