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by Grayson, Alivia


  “It doesn't bother you at all the man I am?”

  I smile. There is so much love and appreciation for this man flowing through me right now. “You are whom you were born to be, Draven. It used to upset me some whenever I thought about what you might be up to while you were out. However, when I woke up, I woke up a new woman. I woke up so strong, and I got that strength from you. Since the moment you took me to your house and told me I'd be living there from now on,” We both laugh. “You have been slowly making me stronger. I can't change the man you are, and I'll admit that I used to want to. The killer part, I mean.”

  “And now?”

  “And now, I wouldn't change you for the world, Draven. Not one little thing. You are everything to me. I never want to lose you. I just wouldn't survive without you. Hell, I don't even remember me before you. What I'm saying is, you are the love of my life, Draven Vidal, and I will love you until my dying day.”

  He leans into me and kisses me long and soft. All the while I'm holding onto his cheek. “I love you more, Marnie. You saved me, baby. I knew the moment I met you at Brooke and Hawk's wedding that you were special. Did I know you'd turn my life upside down? No. Did I know you'd become the love of my life? No, but I'm so glad you are.”

  We're staring into each other's eyes like lovesick fools for a moment or two. I've never felt so happy. Everything is going to be just perfect from here on in. I know it is.

  The doctor comes into the room with his clipboard. “Mrs. Vidal, it's very nice to see you up and about.” Hardly, I'm in a damn wheelchair.

  Draven pulls himself onto the seat beside my wheelchair, my hand still in his. “Is everything all right?”

  “I see the little one now has a name,” The doctor says more to himself than to us.

  “He sure does.” Missy, our son's private nurse, pipes in. I hadn't seen her walk back into the room. She left when Draven crouched down beside me.

  Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the girl, but I don't like her much either. I'm probably being stupid, but as soon as Draven wheeled me in, she gave me a distasteful look. She went on to talk about my son's in such a manner that made me feel like she was their mother not me. She told me how and when they feed, how they liked to be positioned in their incubator, how they liked to hold hands. How many times they have their diapers changed, how they've started to latch onto Draven's fingers when he touches them because they recognize their Daddy.

  I know she's only doing her job, and I'm being irrational, but these are all things I should know!

  Fucking bitch. I wanted to smack her face in so hard her whole skull collapsed! I know it's not her fault that I haven't been here, but she's a very silly slut to think it's okay to make me feel less of a mother because she's the one doing my job. Draven might not have noticed it, but I'm a woman, women notice when another is hoping to take her place. This bitch would take my place as wife and mother if only she could.

  The only thing she'll get from me is a bullet in her stupid brain if she says one more thing to piss me off, job or no job. Okay, I won't shoot her, I don't have it in me, but I'll make sure she never forgets my face.

  “Little Dray is doing much better.” I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her saccharine tone. Let's see how she likes losing her job.

  “That's right,” The doctor continues. “Both boys are doing exceptionally well. They've gained weight, and they're breathing much better. I'd like to remove the oxygen tubes sometime this week, and I think Mom and Dad will be able to hold them and give them their first bottle feed.”

  I'm so excited my nose is burning with emotion! I haven't missed everything. I'll be the first one to feed my babies, not this bitch. The only reason Draven hasn't held them or fed them yet is that he didn't want to do it without me. Silly man, he should have been holding them from the moment the doctor said he was able.

  “So how much longer do you think they'll be here?”

  “Well, Mr. Vidal,” I squeeze my husband's hand. I'm excited and scared all at the same time. “I imagine another couple of weeks at least. I'm not saying that's a definite; it could be much sooner if they continue to gain weight. I'd like for them to be taking at least 4oz of milk each bottle feed, and I'd also like the smallest boy to be at least 5Lb 6oz before he leaves here.”

  “How heavy are they now?” I ask. Because surely they've gained more than a few ounces in the past four weeks.

  “Well, Luka is now 4Lb 15oz, which is fantastic. Little Dray is 4Lb 2oz. It might not seem like they've gained much weight to you, but I can assure you they have.” He smiles kindly.

  “So if Dray manages to gain enough weight even in a week, they can go home?” Draven is saying they because we don't want them separated for anything. We're both worried that if they are, Dray could start to lose weight and even become sick. Draven's done a lot of research about it all lately.

  “As long as he gains the weight and maintains it, I'll allow him to go home.”

  I screech excitedly and wrap my arm around Draven's neck. I still haven't let go of my baby boys tiny hands yet. I need them to have a bond with me as they have with their father.

  Draven holds me tightly. It's all going to be okay; I know it is. My boys are getting stronger, and soon they'll be home with us. However, for now, I'll just keep praying that they pull through healthily. I didn't see the boys with c-pap machines, and everything else they were hooked up with, I'm seeing them only with feeding tubes and BP monitors, so I'm getting to look upon them and see how beautiful they truly are. I can't take away the pain Draven felt seeing Luka and Dray so tiny and hooked up to machines, but I can help him see that our little soldiers are going to be just fine.

  I'm not stupid, I know it's going to take a while before they're like normal babies their age, but isn't it a wonderful thing how resilient children are? Time will move quickly, and my sons will be teenagers before I know it. I won't spend this precious time worrying unnecessarily.

  Draven and I sit with our boys after the doctor has left, Draven is on the other side of their incubator with his hand inside next to mine, touching babies. I saw and felt it as soon as he touched their hands, the way they both moved their little bodies slightly, the way they sensed just who was touching them. They have a strong bond already. They're Daddy's boys.

  Bitch face keeps throwing me looks and smirking at me, and it's pissing me off. Why is it when you're stuck in a damn wheelchair, not strong enough to wipe the smirk off a skanks face do they stand there like they own the world?

  I don't know, but I'll tell you something, if that bitch touches my husband’s shoulder, squeezes it just once more I'll kill her! I don't care how I do it, but I will do it.

  This bitch has a death wish! She claps Draven's shoulder, leans down with her eyes on my baby boys, a sluttish smirk on her face. Who the fuck smiles like that at children? My blood is boiling so much I actually feel sick, like, legitimately sick!

  “They're making excellent progress. I've never known such strong boys.”

  I'm gonna kill Draven; he's actually smiling at her, chatting with her. Does he honestly not see what she's doing? I never had him down as a stupid man.

  I have never in my life felt jealousy like this. I've never had anything to be jealous about. When I woke up a different woman, I had no idea that woman would be jealous and angry and will hurt you if you cross her. I woke up the true Marnie Vidal, and Marnie Vidal has had enough!

  “If you don't take your hands off of my husband, I will kill you!”

  That's it, bitch, look at me when I'm talking to you.

  “I'm sorry, I...”

  “Have done nothing since I came in here but try to prove how much better you are than I am. Shall I tell you something?” I shift forward in my wheelchair, gripping the side with my hand so tightly my knuckles are white. “You will never be better than me, and do you know why?” She shakes her head no. “Because you will never be me. You dare disrespect me like this in front of my children?” I scrunch my eyes in disg
ust.

  “Marnie,” Draven's voice is a warning tone. Oh, hell no! I'm not a submissive little child he can demand to be quiet, those days are long gone.

  “Don't even.” I hit him with a hard stare, he narrows his eyes for a second before sighing and nodding his head. Good. I turn my eyes back to bitch features. “You know who my husband is, don't you?”

  She swallows hard and says, “Of course, Mrs. Vidal.”

  “Mrs. Vidal... And who is that?”

  “You.” She swallows hard again.

  “That's right, me. Not you. Draven is my husband, Luka and Dray are my sons. Don't you ever forget it. Now, I'm telling you this only once. I do not want you caring for my sons any longer. I don't want you anywhere near my husband either. I'll be speaking to your boss about having you removed for this position.” She opens her mouth to protest. There is no room for protest here.

  I hold my hand up to her, and her mouth snaps shut. “It would be best for you not to fight me on this. Trust me; it won't end well for you. You know that, don't you?”

  Fuck, is this feeling my husband gets when he's interrogating men? I say interrogating because I'm not about to kill this girl as much as I want to. However, it's such a thrilling feeling!

  “Of course, Mrs. Vidal.” With that, she scurry's away, and I'm left here chuckling to myself. God, that felt good!

  I stroke my babies tiny hands with my finger while humming to them the way I did when Lydia and Amber were babies.

  “You're crazy. Do you know that?” There's no anger in his voice, a little amusement maybe.

  “I'm not the same girl you met at Brooke's wedding, Draven. There is nothing I won't do to protect our children.”

  I didn't hear or see him get out of his seat and walk around to me, but I feel his hand on the back of my head, then his kiss. “You have no idea how perfect you are.” His breath against my ear sends a shiver down my spine. “We're all so lucky to have you.” I turn to face him. He's sitting beside me, stroking my hair. Draven always says such beautiful things to me. This monster of a man, this killer says things I only ever dreamed of before now.

  I never dreamed I deserved to be loved like this, and as I cup Draven's face, I know he thinks the same thing. “We're lucky to have you, Draven Vidal. You have made me a strong woman, who will stand by her man no matter what.”

  That beautiful smile hits me square in the chest, and it's so infectious that I smile back. He leans into me, his hand on the back of my head pulls me closer. I smile and bite my lip seductively right before his lips hit mine. My eyes roll as we kiss like our lives depend on it. It's been too long since he kissed me. It feels so good.

  I hear myself moaning shamelessly. I shouldn't be turned on when I'm recovering from the hell I've been through, but that's what Draven's kisses do to me.

  “Mommy! My Mommy!” Draven and I pull away from each other and laugh, we've been caught by our little girl's yet again. We stare into each other's eyes for just a few seconds. There's so much love flowing between us. This beautiful, big bad Don is the love of my life. There is no doubt in my mind about that.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Epilogue

  Draven

  Six Months Later.

  I love my job, I really do, but I love nothing more than nights like this. Nights where I'm home early enough to help my wife bathe our growing boys before putting them both down for the night. Right on time for me to read Lydia and Amber a story.

  The boys have only been home for five months. It did take a further month for them to be able to come home. Dray couldn't maintain his feeds and need extra help for a while longer. In that time, Marnie made sure they had the best nursery imaginable ready for them. They're now eight months old and cheeky little monkey's, always a smile on their faces.

  Lydia made a full recovery over the days passing her poisoning. I had her thoroughly checked over by a professional. She wasn't left unscathed; she now has mild asthma. Marnie was cut up about it, but Lydia handles it all so well.

  Amber is doing really well, and she's loving having baby brother's to help take care of. I also got her a German Shepherd of her own, and it has given her so much confidence in everything she does. Scout, as she calls the dog, is highly trained, and helps Amber with everyday tasks. I'm so proud of Amber for all she's achieved so far in life.

  Maria gave birth to another little girl, Aya. A beautiful little girl who looks just like her mother in every single way. My crazy sister is already planning her next child. She's insane if you ask me.

  Marnie and I have decided four is enough for us. We don't need anymore; we're complete. Plus, I don't think her body could handle another pregnancy. She wasn't left unscathed by what happened to her. Not at all. However, she's living happily as if nothing had ever happened because she's so damn strong.

  Marnie is such a beautiful woman. I'm watching her now standing in front of the mirror in our room, wearing nothing but panties and a babydoll night slip, she has her figure back, back to the way it was the night we were first together. Hot. As. Fuck. She's fresh from the shower and plastering her arms in moisturizer. She has no idea how badly I desire her every minute of every day.

  She's my perfect piece of heaven — the woman who owns my heart, mind, body, and soul. Every inch of her is mine, and she's like a drug to me. My god, if I don't have her at least once a day, I feel like a heroin addict going cold turkey — no fucking joke.

  Jesus, the shape of her ass, the plumpness of it drives all the blood from my head right to my dick. Not only her ass, fuck, but every part of her hot body also.

  “Are you checking me out, Mr. Mafia Boss?” Our eyes lock through the mirror as she finishes fixing her hair. It's draped over her left shoulder, full blonde locks cascading down her chest.

  “You know I am,” I tell her with a smirk.

  “Well,” Marnie swings around to face me. “Why don't you get over here and ravage me?” She's already stripping her clothes. Fuck me; she is everything.

  I'm out of my clothes before she can even blink. I grab her wrist and swing her around. “Hands on the mirror and keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch as I take you.”

  Her eyes close with a roll. I slap her ass, and she gasps, opening her eyes just as fast. I slide my hand over her ass cheek, creeping towards her already soaked pussy. “Draven,” She whines my name like a child. “Please touch me. I can't stand it anymore.”

  I smirk and slap her ass again, and she cries out. “Not so loud,” I hiss down her ear. “You don't want to wake the kids. At least, not till I've fucked you senseless.”

  “Oh god, yes. Fuck me, Draven. Put your cock deep inside of me. Fuck me hard.”

  I slide the tip of my cock against her folds, parting them with my girth. She's so fucking wet! One of these days, I'm going to take her somewhere we can be completely alone, so I can worship her body the way I did before the kids came along. It's not so easy with little ones in the house. They're liable to wake any moment.

  Marnie calls out my name when I enter her, stretching her wide open. She's still so fucking tight that her pussy grips me like a fucking vice. Her pussy sucks on my cock the way her mouth does, and it feels so good that I have to slow my thrusts so that I don't come like a damn fourteen-year-old virgin!

  I grab her hair and pull her back against me. She turns her head, searching for my mouth and we kiss as we fuck. I'm pinching her nipple with one hand and circling her clit with the other. It's too much for her. She's finding it hard to even kiss me. Marnie presses her forehead to mine, her ass slamming back against me, fucking me as hard as I'm fucking her.

  A shrill cry rings out. Little Dray is awake; I can always tell the boys apart. It's just fucking typical; it's like that boy has ESP, he knows when I'm touching his mother, and he doesn't like it. Jealous little shit!

  I groan and move to pull out, but Marnie grabs the back of my neck. “He can wait a couple more minutes. Please don't leave me this close... Oh god!” I push her forward aga
inst the mirror, grab her hips and ram her as hard and fast as I can. She's screaming my name and clutching that damn mirror like her life depends on it.

  My son’s screams get louder, and Luka has now joined in. My head is so fuckin' tight; my eyes are burning! “Draven, I'm cumming!” Yeah, she is, all over my fuckin' cock.

  I rut her even harder. I'm about to come! “I wanna cum inside you, baby.” She's on the pill, so I know it's all right, but I like to hear her tell me that it is. Trust me; she's had me pull out before now.

  “Cum inside me, Draven. I want to feel you cum inside of me!”

  My fingers dig into her hips as I shoot my load inside her, so fucking deep I can feel my cock hitting her womb!

  Once I'm done, my head falls against Marnie's back, she's all sweaty and smells like sex, of her and me, I fucking love it. I kiss her head and pull out of her tight body. She lifts and turns to face me, her arms around my neck. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too. However, the boys need feeding, and they're not going to wait much longer.” Marnie chuckles and I kiss her softly. “Go shower. I'll go warm the bottles.”

  A knock on the door makes Marnie jump. “Mommy? Daddy? Can you please wake up? I'm only five; I can't make the babies stop crying by myself. I'm very tired, and I have school tomorrow!”

  We both burst out laughing, typical Lydia. “There's never a dull moment.”

  “Never will be, Mrs. Vidal.”

  About the Author

  So, heres the thing. I’m quirky and crazy, and I’m not afraid to be just who I am. Why should anybody have to be afraid of who they are?

  I live in London, England with my man and three children, whom I love more than life itself.

  I am also a teacher of history and I enjoy every aspect of it. I love children, they can teach you just as much as you can teach them.

 

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