“What do you mean, what do I mean?”
“I mean,” she emphasized, “what do you mean?”
“Phee.” I pinched the bridge of my nose and prayed for patience. The little shit maintained a serious expression even though I was sure she was fucking with me. The universe cursed me the day he gave her my personality and her mother’s looks. Maybe it was payback for the shit I gave as a kid.
At only seven years old, she was a fucking nightmare.
“Daddy, I just wanted to make it better. Don’t you like it?”
“No.”
“Well, I like it,” she stated and walked past me, silently ending the conversation. I spun in time to see her and her evil pigtails leave her room.
Oh, hell no.
“Sophia!” I roared, following behind her. She must have run off because the hall was empty.
Somewhere near, I heard a sigh and the patient voice of my wife asking Phee what she’d done now. I followed the sound of their voices and found them in our bedroom. Lake was in bed where I left her this morning as she breastfed Nicky. He was only four weeks old and ate more than three grown men. I wasn’t complaining, though. Each time I watched her feed him, it only made me want to breed her again.
One more.
And then I promised her I’d quit.
I eyed Phee faking fear and attempting to hide against her mother’s side. Despite how crazy she made me, I wanted another princess. Maybe one gentle like her mother. This one was all me. I’d never say it out loud, and fuck whoever disapproved, but she was my favorite. I’d just never tell her so.
Or make any of my other kids feel inferior.
It wasn’t about that.
I’d die for any of them.
“Dad?”
My attention shifted to the door where my oldest looked as if he’d just woken up. It was almost fucking noon and he got to sleep in. I couldn’t even sleep past six anymore even on weekends.
“Trey! Daddy’s being mean again.” She left Lake and ran straight into Trey’s arms, knowing her older brother would put up the biggest fight. Lake and I had an agreement that we didn’t disagree in front of the kids ever. It never stopped her claws from coming out behind closed doors. They had her wrapped her finger.
Trey eyed me and I eyed him back. I could see his internal struggle because while I told him to protect her from all assholes, including me, it didn’t mean I would tolerate being challenged. He finally smirked but remained silent and tucked Phee behind him, and I nodded my approval.
“Trey, why don’t you take Sophia outside? She’s getting restless,” my wife dictated.
“Get your swimsuits on first!” I called out when he left. He didn’t shut the door behind him so I knew he heard me even though a response didn’t follow. He had inherited my personality as well, unfortunately.
“Why are they getting their swimsuits?”
“We’re having a barbecue. Q’s in town.”
“What’s the occasion?”
I shrugged and walked closer. Nicky had just finished his meal, which left her breast exposed. She lifted him to her other shoulder and began to burp him so as I stood over them, I ran my finger over her pink nipple.
“I want another.”
“We just had one,” she grumbled. I tried not to laugh but failed. It was funny how the tables have turned. I was the one against reproducing, but now I just couldn’t fucking stop. Lake found and brought out the good in me… and also, my apparent fetish for breeding her.
She glared up at me. “I’m serious, Keiran. I’m not a machine.”
I ignored her anger. We both knew as soon as I was able to enter her again, I’d be doing more than just fucking her, and she’d want it too.
“Would it be so bad?” I found myself asking anyway. I was selfish, but I didn’t want her unhappy. When she sighed and her shoulders slumped, I knew I had her. I was grateful when Nicky burped, distracting her so she couldn’t see my grin.
“Wipe that cheesy grin off your face,” she said without looking up as she wiped Nicky’s mouth. “You still can’t touch me for two more weeks.”
“Look at me,” I demanded. She didn’t hesitate to lift her head and meet my stare. I leaned down until my lips brushed hers. “Two weeks is nothing when you have forever.”