Beautifully Mine

by Tara Lee

  checking my boys every few seconds.

  My heart is pounding, and I have never been more scared in my life.

  Callie uses the sanitizer before she places her hand in over Astor. He is the smaller of the two boys, weighing in at 2.5 pounds.

  Callie’s hand rubs over our boy. He moves slightly, as if sensing his mother.

  “He’s a fighter, piccolina.”

  Callie hides her face; tears fall down her cheeks. She pulls her hand out after a few moments, even though I can tell that’s the last thing she wants to do.

  Doing the same with Nicco, she rubs his tiny back. I drag myself up and place a kiss on top of my wife’s head.

  “Our boys are strong, they take after their mother.”

  Callie sighs, and it breaks my damn heart. Knowing the boys will need to be here, but not knowing when we can take them home, that’s the hardest part.

  We spend the next month in and out of the hospital with our boys. Nicco is the first to get the all-clear to come home.

  Leaving Astor behind feels wrong. I hate leaving my son alone. Callie has cried herself to sleep every night, and knowing again there is nothing I can do to fix this, to make it all fucking go away, makes me feel useless.

  I want my family together.

  Bringing Nicco home, Callie takes him out of the carrier and sits with him on the couch.

  I pull her to my chest as we sit and stare at our son.

  “You know we still need to give them middle names.”

  I try to lighten the mood, give Callie some hope. Anything to get her mind off leaving our son behind. Even for a few fleeting moments.

  Callie kisses Nicco’s cheek, and she smells him.

  Chuckling, I say, “Did you really just smell our son?”

  “Newborn babies have the best smell.”

  I smell Nicco, and well, I’ll be damned, they do.

  Kissing my son, we both stare at him for what seems like hours.

  “Nicco Angelo and Astor Luca?”

  I kiss my wife as she hands our son to me.

  I hold his tiny body to my chest and just watch him. He slowly lifts his head, his big round eyes taking me in.

  “Hey, vita mia- my life.” I swallow a thickness in my chest.

  Nothing has prepared me for this, this feeling of absolute love. I know I will love my sons. I knew that from day one, but this, I can’t even explain how I feel. It’s just more.

  Nicco lets out a soft cry, and I know what that cry means. I hand him to Callie and I watch her feed him.

  “You know he’s supposed to be staring at my boobs, not his daddy.”

  I wink, giving her a cheeky smile.

  “Well, his daddy hasn’t tasted those boobs in a few weeks, because he loves what Momma is doing.”

  Callie lets out a small laugh and watches Nicco feed. The boy loves his milk, that’s for sure.

  “Do you think he’ll be able to come home soon?”

  I sigh. She hates Astor being there alone. Fuck, it kills me.

  “He’ll be home before we know it, baby.”

  “Yeah.” Her somber voice leaves dread inside me. Tears pool in her eyes, but she holds them back.

  After he feeds, Callie places Nicco in bed, and I run upstairs to start a bath for her.

  Callie lets out a gasp when she enters the bathroom.

  “What is this?” Tears fill her eyes again, and I know she’s overly emotional right now, but I want her to know it’s okay, she needs to let it all out.

  “I think my wife deserves a break.”

  Callie grips my jaw and places a soft kiss on my lips. I groan, loving the taste of my wife.

  “If I wasn’t still healing,” she moans.

  “Get in the bath, piccolina,” I growl.

  Just a few more weeks.

  Callie giggles as she strips down, and the second her body touches the heat of the bath, she sighs. She is in a sea of bubbles, and I can see how relaxed she is already just by closing her eyes.

  Kissing her temple, I leave her to bathe while I make a phone call.

  Astor comes home today. Fuck, it feels like forever.

  Callie can’t keep the smile off her face, and knowing that soon we will have both our boys together makes everything seem surreal.

  Walking Astor out of the hospital and placing him in the car next to his brother makes everything worth it.

  I knew this day would come. Heck, we both knew eventually they would be together, but not bringing your baby home every day is a feeling you can never describe to someone who hasn’t been through it.

  You feel worthless, the beeping of the machines, the smells, the cries of other babies. The small fish-like tanks they keep them in until they can move to the bassinets.

  It all has a purpose, but to you, it’s just something keeping your baby from coming home.

  But now both my boys are home.

  There is something I need to fix, and I will stop at nothing until I do.

  Bonus Epilogue

  Five years later.

  Nicco and Astor chase each other in the gardens. Their squeals of delight bring a smile to my face.

  It’s been five years since our boys came into the world, and not a day goes by that I don’t feel the pain I felt that day. I thought we’d nearly lost Astor.

  I couldn’t bear to go through that again, but I guess not everything goes to plan, because as I held little Casmiro, I knew the moment I found out I was expecting again I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

  The only thing is, one day I know what world awaits my boys.

  Nicco being the eldest will take Bishop’s place one day as Il capo- the boss.

  His brothers will fall in line behind him. I worry about what the future holds for my boys and if their father realizes my fears.

  I knew this life wouldn’t be easy but for the most part it has been.

  After Astor came home, Bishop needed to take care of some business. I remember hating him for an entire week when he came home after a whole day away, leaving me with the boys.

  I threw my ring at him and slapped him across the face, telling him I wasn’t some whore he could just walk out on.

  I was his damn wife, and I deserved to know what was going on.

  I never knew Bishop got a threat against our boys the moment they were born. Word had got out that the Demetrius twins were born, and already not even a day old their lives were threatened, simply because they carried the Demetrius name.

  Bishop told me the problem was handled and any other threats had magically disappeared, but just to keep me happy extra guards were put on, and we never left the house without Bishop.

  I barely left the house. I was too scared to take the boys anywhere.

  I trusted Bishop. It was just tough knowing my babies were a threat to some people, and they couldn’t even talk yet.

  “You keep staring at them like they’ll disappear, piccolina.”

  I swallow, annoyed with my husband for making jokes.

  Sometimes it feels like they will.

  Casmiro is only a week old, and I’m waiting for another threat, for a grown man to feel so insecure that he has to threaten a baby.

  I can’t keep doing this. My boys are innocent, they have a whole lifetime before they will be grown men.

  Bishop pulls me to his chest. My back is to his front as he runs his fingers through my hair.

  He kisses behind my ear. I whimper; Bishop’s teeth nibble on my neck.

  “You keep making sounds like that, brat, and we may need to take this upstairs.”

  Eyeing my husband in his suit that makes him look like the dashing thirty-five-year old he is, I can't help but crave him.

  Sex these days is rushed and few and far between raising three boys.

  “Please.” I hear myself whimper as Bishop's fingers trail down my side and under my shirt.

  I’m still not cleared by the doctor, but we have become really creative with our activities.

  “Inside
now, panties off, lie on your back.” Bishop nips my ear, and I almost squeak.

  I let our nanny, Stefanie, know we will just be inside.

  Placing baby Casmiro in his bassinet, I do as Bishop told me and wait for my husband to enter. He starts to unbutton his shirt with a sexy smirk on his face.

  “I can’t wait to taste that pussy, brat. I’ve been craving you all fucking week.”

  The way he growls my name has my thighs clenching and pussy feeling so wet.

  Bishop slips two fingers over my lips as his thumb pushes down on my clit.

  I cry out, sensations overtaking me.

  Bishop leans over me and inhales.

  “Mmmhn.” He groans.

  “This is mine, baby.”

  “Yours,” I plead with him to touch me, taste me, anything.

  “Fammi mangiare la tua figa- let me eat your pussy.”

  Bishop’s tongue swipes hungrily over my clit, and my back jumps off the bed, making him chuckle.

  I’m going to citta dei gattini- kitten town baby.”

  He laps me up like I’m his last meal on earth, and it only takes a few moments for my orgasm to build.

  “Oh, God.” I moan.

  “Come for me, Callie, come all over my tongue.”

  I shatter as Bishops licks every inch of me, ripping my orgasm from me like a tidal wave.

  I try to collect myself, but after those few short moments, Casmiro’s cries fill the room which has both Bishop and I laughing.

  “Damn, these boys are cock-blockers, every damn time, I swear.”

  “I promise, I’ll finish you off later.” I kiss his lips, tasting myself, and wipe my mouth over with a washcloth before picking up my baby.

  “I’ll hold you to that, piccolina.”

  This man became my forever so fast I never thought I could love him any more than I do, but seeing him as a husband and father, I know no matter what happens,

  Bishop Demetrius will always be beautifully mine.

  Once all the boys are finally settled in bed, I crawl toward my husband who is reading over some papers in bed.

  He eyes me as I make my way up his body.

  The way his eyes devour my every move has wetness coating my thighs.

  “Piccolina.” He growls.

  Seductively, I lick my lips. Bishop eyes me as my tongue wets my lips. I pull back the covers, watching him spring upward, coated with a bead of pre-cum.

  This time, I lick my lips craving the taste of him.

  Bishop hisses as my thumb swipes over his head, using his pre-cum as lubricant.

  “Fuck.” His teeth clench at my hand wrapping around him. Dropping his head back, my husband thrusts his pelvis up, urging me to move.

  I bite my lip, holding back my laugh.

  “Succhiami il cazzo- suck my dick.”

  “Come vuoi- as you wish.”

  Bishop moans heavily; my lips wrap around him while my tongue swirls over him.

  I continue to slowly torture my husband with my tongue while he clenches the sheets.

  “Fanculo, bambino- fuck, baby.” Bishop growls and pulls my head up, making my mouth pop.

  “Quella bocca- that mouth.”

  “Voglio assaggiarti- I want to taste you.”

  Bishop chuckles at my demand. I’ve been learning Italian for my husband, and sometimes I forget certain words, but Bishop teaches me by using his tongue. It’s my favorite way to learn.

  “ Continua, bambino- continue, baby.” Bishop uses my hair to lower my lips to his glisten tip.

  My mouth hollows out as I take all of him down my throat.

  Growling while wrapping my hair around his hand, Bishop thrust his hips upward, and his cock head touches the back of my throat.

  “Cazzo, si- fuck, yes.” He roars.

  I move around him, using my tongue and lips to have him ready to explode.

  He swells in my mouth. My tongue goes faster while my lips and throat swallow his cock like our favorite ride.

  Bishop grunts, and his fingers clench around my hair, tugging just enough to hurt.

  A tingle blooms between my legs. Bishop growls and explodes, coating the back of my throat.

  He holds my head in place and empties every drop into my mouth. My body shatters with my own climax as the last drop stops.

  “Sei venuto- did you come?” Licking my lips clean of my husband's taste, I nod.

  “Maledetta, donna- god damn woman.”

  Bishop kisses me, leaving me breathless once he pulls back.

  “Tell me, little one.”

  I love when my husband goes from Italian to English; it makes every cell of my body ignite.

  “Sono venuto solo succhiandoti il cazzo- I came just by your cock.”

  “Brava ragazza- good girl.”

  We end the night tangled together, and the way my husband still looks at me like I’m his world, like he would still go to war for me, nothing beats that feeling, that feeling of unconditional love, the feeling of being someone's absolute world.

  I just hope we can survive.

  Nicco and Astor chase each other in the gardens. Their squeals of delight bring a smile to my face.

  It’s been five years since our boys came into the world, and not a day goes by that I don’t feel the pain I felt that day. I thought we’d nearly lost Astor.

  I couldn’t bear to go through that again, but I guess not everything goes to plan, because as I held little Casmiro, I knew the moment I found out I was expecting again I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

  The only thing is, one day I know what world awaits my boys.

  Nicco being the eldest will take Bishop’s place one day as Il capo- the boss.

  His brothers will fall in line behind him. I worry about what the future holds for my boys and if their father realizes my fears.

  I knew this life wouldn’t be easy but for the most part it has been.

  After Astor came home, Bishop needed to take care of some business. I remember hating him for an entire week when he came home after a whole day away, leaving me with the boys.

  I threw my ring at him and slapped him across the face, telling him I wasn’t some whore he could just walk out on.

  I was his damn wife, and I deserved to know what was going on.

  I never knew Bishop got a threat against our boys the moment they were born. Word had got out that the Demetrius twins were born, and already not even a day old their lives were threatened, simply because they carried the Demetrius name.

  Bishop told me the problem was handled and any other threats had magically disappeared, but just to keep me happy extra guards were put on, and we never left the house without Bishop.

  I barely left the house. I was too scared to take the boys anywhere.

  I trusted Bishop. It was just tough knowing my babies were a threat to some people, and they couldn’t even talk yet.

  “You keep staring at them like they’ll disappear, piccolina.”

  I swallow, annoyed with my husband for making jokes.

  Sometimes it feels like they will.

  Casmiro is only a week old, and I’m waiting for another threat, for a grown man to feel so insecure that he has to threaten a baby.

  I can’t keep doing this. My boys are innocent, they have a whole lifetime before they will be grown men.

  Bishop pulls me to his chest. My back is to his front as he runs his fingers through my hair.

  He kisses behind my ear. I whimper; Bishop’s teeth nibble on my neck.

  “You keep making sounds like that, brat, and we may need to take this upstairs.”

  Eyeing my husband in his suit that makes him look like the dashing thirty-five-year old he is, I can't help but crave him.

  Sex these days is rushed and few and far between raising three boys.

  “Please.” I hear myself whimper as Bishop's fingers trail down my side and under my shirt.

  I’m still not cleared by the doctor, but we have become really creative with our activities.
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