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Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the last waves of our combined pleasure. Her acquiescence was surprising, and I found that I didn't want to question her change of heart but accept it as a gift. I continued to move inside her but peppered her with kisses before reaching her full breasts. No sooner had I latched on to her nipple than her pussy tightened around me. My little Mama deserved a reward today.

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After we showered, I took her upstairs for breakfast with the twins. They sat between us in their highchairs, but I couldn't take my eyes off them. The way the twins were mesmerised by their mother’s actions and words. Each of them excitedly babbled to her.

Eventually, Tatiana grew bored of the food and lifted her arms for a cuddle. Mariya was firm but gentle in asking her to finish her breakfast first. It didn't stop her from kissing and hugging both of them while they were strapped in their chairs. Alexei was content in eating his food but kept an eye on Tatiana. If one was out the other would demand the same.

The two weeks I watched over them confirmed she was a fantastic mother, but knowing we were working on a third andshe wanted another child—my child was a heady experience. She wanted to carry, nurture and go through labour even though she did it all alone last time. She glanced at me and smiled.

“Why do you have a weird expression on your face?” she asked.

I glanced at the twins and their trays before topping up their strawberries.

“I was thinking the job of planting another one of these isn’t complete yet,” I murmured, nodding toward the twins.

“Da-Da-Da,” Alexei said before his chubby hand gripped a berry, munching on it.

I froze in shock as Alexei offered me his half eaten strawberry. Had I been spending time with twins and profusely using the word DaddyALLthe time? Sure, but to hear Alexei repeat the word back to me just speared my heart.

“Well done, Alexei. That is your Daddy. Can you say Daddy, Tatiana?” Mariya said pointing to me and took over since I was having a heart attack or a meltdown, possibly both.

“Mama,” Tatiana said adamantly since she was her mother’s daughter.

I touched my cheek to realise I had a tear running down it. Abruptly I stood up and kissed both of my children, stroking their silky hair and rubbing my hand down Tatiana’s pigtails. The tightness around my chest began to ease until I could speak again.

“Daddy loves you,” I whispered to them before turning to each side to kiss them again.

Mariya was looking teary eyed but all I could think of was getting her downstairs again.

“Get Orla. You can come back later,” I said to Mariya as I sat back down to hopefully mimic Mariya’s gentleness with Tatiana. I would win my daughter over if it was the last thing I did.

When Orla came into the kitchen, they were discussing the twins new teeth coming through. There was so much to learn, but this was one subject I loved, and I had several parenting books in English and Russian.

Akim happily took over most of my responsibilities while I took a belated paternity break but having spent so much time away from work it forced me to acknowledge how crucial these moments with my family were.

“Daddy will be back. I’m working on your baby brother or sister,” I whispered to my babies before giving them a final peck on each of their cheeks.

I watched how relaxed Mariya was with Orla, smiling as they chatted. It became clear to me what the next step was in tying Mariya down to me in a way that protected her and my children—to legalise our union which gave them security and my parental rights.

Not only was Mariya a loving, considerate mother, but she made the perfect Hucow. My wicked mind whirred as a new plan emerged by the time they had finished talking. The longer I gazed at her, the more I wanted a tiny blonde-haired version of her. I glanced at the twins again and realised I loved all three of them. One without the other was never an option.

Fuck.

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The intensity of my feelings remained with me and every so often Mariya’s eyes darted toward me before going back toundressing. All of their belongings had been transported from Ireland and most were stored within the house with some duplicates put into storage. I placed Mariya’s belongings in our bedroom, but I wasn't done with her breeding or her training.

“This might not be your choice, Mariya but you will find our milking room is a place for us to find our time together. If you want to travel with the children or live anywhere else this is something I am open to,” I said once she finished changing into a new Hucow outfit. Her dreams were disrupted when she became pregnant yet she chose to keep them.

She raised an eyebrow at me and mooed with attitude.

“Such a pity you can't talk,” I said with a smirk. “Stand up let me see you.”

She carefully stood up on her hoof boots which were mostly white except for the bottom part that resembled black hooves. The skimpy black and white body suit had a built-in tail with a crotchless section for easy access. She wasn't due to be milked yet but I needed to freeze a good amount of milk for the near future.

“Give me a spin.”

She slowly turned around but my eyes fell on her stomach until I homed in on her faded stretch marks and loose skin. The outfit had several black straps around her waist and back.