I honestly don’t think I’ve ever felt more loved than I do right now at how thoughtful everyone was. This was hands down the best Christmas of my life, but I can’t help thinking about next year when we have two more children to love and spoil.
Isla
We spent the next few days after Christmas relaxing and enjoying time with the kids. I'm sitting in the library in my overly fluffy egg chair working on my vows. The guys always make sure at least two of them are home at all times, which is unnecessary, but it’s great having them close. Today, Odin and Callum are off, and they are somewhere playing with the kids. We decided we didn’t want to try and take a honeymoon. Instead, we are planning on taking the kids to Walt Disney World in Florida the week of my birthday for a babymoon as a family instead.
We don’t have to do anything for the wedding, which is fucking amazing since I hated planning my first wedding. All we had to do was find my dress and show up. The best way to do it in my opinion. However, even though the wedding is tomorrow, I’m actually really excited and zen about the whole thing. The days leading up to my wedding with Corin, I was a nervous wreck and could barely keep myself from getting sick every time I thought about it.
I guess it goes to show you how different it can be with people who actually love you. I never thought I’d ever find that type of love. Especially after all the trauma I went through with Corin. If it would have been anyone else, I don’t think I would have been able to move on as quickly, or be able to trust anyone around my kids again.
However, these five men came into my life, and I fell so hard in love. I never thought you could find such a genuine, caring, and loving partner, much less five of them. I can’t fucking wait to be able to call these men my husbands.
Knocking brings me out of my daydream. Callum is standing at the door with a tray of goodies. “Hey, Kitten, I bought you some snacks. It’s time to take your meds, and I know they make you sick on an empty stomach.” He comes over with his offering, so it must be around lunchtime.
I’ve always had problems with my iron, even when I’m not pregnant, but being pregnant with not one but two babies and recovering from a gunshot wound has made it worse than normal. I’m having to take iron supplements that make me extremely nauseous, on top of the morning sickness, and it has been rough.
Bodie has been making me tons of soups and light salads that have been helping somewhat. The tray Callum brought me has a small selection of all my favorites. Pickles, string cheese, pretzels, and a little cup of potato soup. It makes my heart flutter a bit at how thoughtful they all are.
I take the two huge round pills of hell, swallowing them down with some water. “How’re the vows going, Kitten?”
“Whose idea was it to write our own vows? Because I hate public speaking,” I groan.
He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “It was yours, baby. Do you want to do the generic ones?”
I scrunch my nose. “Absolutely not, that’s what I did with Corin. I don’t want any of it being the same, and nothing I feel for y’all is generic. I want to do this, it just makes me nervous talking in front of crowds.” I pull him down so I can kiss him. I nip at his lip, causing him to groan.
“Mmmm, is someone wanting some attention?” he growls against my neck.
“Yes, Daddy, I do.” I let him pull me up. He turns me around so my ass is grinding onto his already hard dick, and he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes softly.
“If I dip my hand into your panties, will you be wet for me? Is that pretty pussy throbbing to be filled?” He bites down on my ear, making me let out a soft groan.
“No and yes, Daddy.” I grind my ass back on him, making him groan again as he pulls me closer.
“What do you mean no? Do I not make you wet anymore, Kitten?” He spins me back around to face him.
“Oh, you do. I’m just not wearing any panties.” I bat my eyelashes up at him, knowing that drives him crazy, and gets me what I want.
“Is someone looking to be punished? Is that what you need, Kitten? Do you want me to bend you over and make that pretty round ass of yours red?” he softly whispers in my ear, knowing how much I love it.
“Yes, Daddy, please. I need it. I need to clear my mind,” I moan out when he reaches up and tweaks my nipple.
He chuckles. “Turn around and bend over the couch with your eyes closed. I’m going to lock the door so we don’t traumatize our kids.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I do as I’m told, and I can hear him shutting the door, the lock engaging, and his soft footsteps back to me.
I jump, and my breath picks up as I feel his hands lifting my shirt over my head. I’m really glad I decided not to wear a bra. He kisses down my spine as he pushes down on my back so I’m bending over more.
I feel him pulling down my leggings, his breath hitting my bare core. I let out a strangled scream when he swipes his tongue down my folds.
“I want you to count for me, Kitten. Do you understand?” he asks, his voice deeper with lust.
“Yes,” I whimper as he pushes his finger inside of me.
He immediately pulls his finger out. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy, I understand,” I whimper.
“Good girl.”
