Walking into the smaller room, I glance to our bathroom and see Michael holding Xavier’s razor. “Michael, what are you doing with that?”
He shrugs. “Why does he have this? He never uses it.”
On a smile I shake my head. “I have no idea. Just in case he’s in the mood? Who knows? Sofia, you can’t sleep in our bed.”
“I’m just laying on it!” But her eyes are closing. They’ve had a very busy day. We went to the Brookfield Zoo and they loved it. Xavier hated seeing the animals caged, but he admitted it was important for the children to be exposed to animals they might otherwise never see. I did feel bad for him though. He really hated seeing those cages.
I pick her up and carry her back into the main loft. We’ve put up temporary walls in here to section off rooms for the kids. They didn’t want to sleep alone, so both of their beds are in one room. I know why. The therapist told me that Michael still has a need to watch over his sister.
He feels he didn’t protect her, and now that your fiancé has told him it’s his job, what he’s supposed to do as a brother, that urge in him has grown very powerful. He’ll want his own space as he grows up. Don’t worry.
Are you sure?
Yes. Now that the children know their father has passed on, in time they will grow to feel safer. But you can’t rush them.
That’s fine. I don’t want to.
He needs to do what he couldn’t do before.
I understand.
“Honey, you’ve got to sleep out here, okay? We stay up later than you.” She nods. “Michael! Bedtime! Sofia needs you!”
That’s all it takes. Michael comes running, the seven-year-old protector. His face is so serious I have to work hard not to smile. It would hurt his feelings if I thought him cute. He thinks he’s a man.
I glance back to Xavier. His eyebrows rise up, asking silently if I’m ready. I nod. He pushes off the sink and walks to me with a thoughtful expression.
He always tucks in Michael, and I tuck in Sofia. We both kiss them on their foreheads before we go to turn out the light. The squid nightlight has been replaced by a frog. Michael wanted something new for the new house. Everything is new. Xavier made sure of that.
“Guys,” he begins, taking my hand as I stand beside him. I grab onto his arm with my free hand and remain close. I’m nervous. “We have something we want to ask you.”
The children sit up in their pajamas. Sofia rubs her tired green eyes and then blinks like she’s ready.
Xavier gives my hand a squeeze. He hears my heartbeat and how fast it’s beating right now.
I know all about that…how he couldn’t hear it when we first met. And why.
“Your mom and I love you,” Xavier begins. He takes a deep breath. “And we want to ask if you would mind if I married her.”
Their eyes go wide. They don’t say anything for a long time. “Are you going to have babies?” Michael asks.
Xavier’s hand tightens on mine and the muscles in his forearm clench. “I would like that, but we haven’t made any plans to.”
I feel like I might faint, I’m so dizzy. We haven’t talked about kids of our own at all. I asked him once what werewolf babies were like and he said they were like normal kids until they hit puberty, which was usually early for obvious reasons.
“Michael, why?” My voice sounds calm. I’m anything but.
Sofia answers for him. “If you have wolf babies would you love them more than you love us?” Her eyes are big and filled with fear of a future where they are no longer important to us. I am shocked by the question. I never thought they’d be jealous or worried about their place. That’s something we’ll have to talk about.
Xavier lets go of my hand and rushes to pick up Sofia. He leans down to Michael’s bed and grabs him, too, squeezing them both as their legs dangle. He kisses the sides of their heads and croaks, “No! Never! I may love them as much, but never more.”
He sets my children down and reaches his arm out for me to come to him. I am crying as I walk over and link our hands together. He looks into my children’s eyes. “I chose you. When I fell in love with your beautiful mom, I fell in love with you guys, too. I told you my greatest secret because that was the most I had to give and I want you know I’m your dad. I may not have been your father, but a dad is so much more. You will always have my love. You will always have my protection. When you need anything, I will listen to you. Do you hear me?”
Michael and Sofia are crying now. They give little nods, overcome with their emotion. Sofia reaches out to Xavier and he picks them both up again and hugs them. I wrap my arms around them all and hold on tight.
Xavier
The Russian mafia is gone now. The city is only plagued with minor-league crooks. We take them down when we find them, but they do not know who we are.
We’re safe.
We all live here now, on the second and third floors.
With the money we stole from Kruglov’s old hideout, we have bought this building and fashioned it with the best security equipment money can buy. It’s just us in it. The first floor is like Fort Knox.
It is for this reason and this reason alone that I’m okay with the kids sleeping in a separate room from us.
Well, that’s not the only reason. I have to fuck their mother in private. I wouldn’t survive if we had to wait until they went to school. Plus, she’s keeping her job so I don’t always see her in the daytime. Separate apartments joined together like a hotel suit was necessary.
So my packmates and I built a door as soundproof as possible. My Emily can’t scream her heart out in ecstasy when they’re home, but she can moan and no one will hear her. We like the forced quiet. It’s fucking sexy watching her stifle a moan.
“Come here,” I grunt, pulling her to me as soon as she shuts the door.
She laughs and pretends to fight me off.
“You don’t want me, woman?”
She goes boneless in my arms. “I want only you, baby.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” I toss her on the bed and grin at her as I advance. She crawls backwards even while she tears off her clothes. “That’s right. I don’t like waiting. My baby knows that.”
“Yeah I do,” she purrs, messing up her hair with both hands as she gets on her knees on the bed. She’s got nothing on. Her full breasts are freed. Her pussy is unshaved like I like it. She gasps as I use all of my speed to leap in front of her, bend her backwards and shove my tongue in her cunt.
“You taste like heaven’s nectar. That’s what this is on my tongue. The tears of angels.”
“Why does it have to be tears?” she laughs.
“Because they miss you.”
She moans quietly as I flip her on her side and hold one of her legs up. I dive in and tongue her like this. I could lap her up for days if we didn’t have a life to live. Emily laces her fingers into my hair and undulates her hips, riding my mouth, pleasuring herself with it. I fucking love it when she does this. She’s so free with me now. She wants it any way I wanna give it to her.
I groan into her slick, hot folds. “Say it, baby”
“Wife,” she whispers thickly.
I smile into her flesh and give her clit a couple flicks with my tongue. “That’s good baby. But I want to hear what you want me to do.”
“Fuck me!”
“That’s the one.” I rear up, pull her off the bed and impale her on my throbbing shaft. We stifle long moans together as I sit her on my lap, grinding with quick upward strokes.
“Fuck me harder,” she whispers in my ear. “Break me in half, Xavier.”
“You asked for it.” I pound her with all the lust I have for this gorgeous, voluptuous woman. We fuck over and over for hours until she begs me to let her sleep. I was resting, playing with her nipple and watching it harden and then go soft again so that I could tighten the little cherry all over again.
“I have to work tomorrow.”
She laughs as I nuzzle her neck and growl into her ski
n, “Not yet.”
“Xavier!”
“I’ll take the kids to school so you can sleep in. I need to fuck you one more time.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Nope.”
She laces her fingers in my hair and says, “I love you, Xavier.”
“I’ve never loved anyone but you, Emily.”
I take her in the Missionary position, just like our first time. We haven’t done it this way since back then. By the way she’s looking at me she’s remembering it, too, and how far we’ve come since then. We stare into each other’s eyes all the way until I bring her to orgasm. As she trembles in my arms, a tear falls down my cheek. I can’t help it and I don’t hide it. I’m overwhelmed with how I feel for her.
She whispers against my lips, “I love you, Xavier.”
“Oh fuck,” I groan and my juices fill her. “I fucking love you, too!” She holds me tight. I am squeezing her so hard I just might bruise her. But it’s a good kind of bruising.
I will always love this woman. There will come a day when we have to say goodbye, because we are both mortal. But today is not that day. And until it comes I will cherish her and those kids, and any more children we have. I will protect them forever. I will be only theirs. I will love them. Truly love them.
She and I fall asleep in each other’s arms. And once in the middle of the night, she wakes up and kisses me. I pretend not to be awake. She whispers, “Thank you,” nuzzles me and falls back asleep.
After I hear her steady breathing, I smile to myself, because the cool thing is, she does that every night.
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