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Chapter Twenty

Jolie

I wake up to Boston’s head between my legs, and oh my, I am so here for this. He inhales sharply over my thin G-string, his fingers lightly digging into my thighs, holding them apart. I can only wear them to bed now. My ass feels like it swallows them whole, and I need full coverage during the day.

“I fucking love smelling myself on you.”

I stretch and buck my hips in his direction, giving him a hint at what I want. He nips at my clit through the thin material, eliciting a gasp from me.

The babies must just be waking up, as they start doing somersaults in my stomach. It can be quite painful at times. Boston notices my discomfort and helps me roll to my side, scooting up behind me. My bed in the bunker is now only just big enough for the two of us, and it reminds me every day that I can’t wait until the house is done. I have been internally counting down the days.

Boston’s slides his hand down my hip to hook his finger around the thin elastic and slip my underwear down my legs. His erection presses against my ass, already slick with precum. He adjusts so his tip touches my entrance, and my pussy throbs, wanting to suck him inside. I know I was made for this life because I can’t get enough of them. Every chance I get, I’m ready to jump their bones. I know everyone is thinking: how could she possibly keep up with that many guys? I often wonder myself how it will work once the babies are taking up so much of our time.

His hand wraps around my hair, pulling my head back, and he leans in, inhaling.

“Fuck, you smell good,” he whispers against my neck, thrusting into me. I fist the bed sheet in front of me, pushing back into him.

“Agh. Fuck, Boston, right there... faster,” I cry.

Boston fucks me hard and fast; he doesn’t treat me like porcelain. His hand slips around my waist, sliding down my skin until he finds my clit, rubbing torturous circles.

An orgasm quickly shudders through my body and Boston follows behind, groaning out his release in my neck. There is nothing better than a quickie in the morning before anyone else comes looking for me.

“Fuck, your cunt squeezing my cock sends me over the edge every time,” he pants, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.

I roll onto my back, and Boston places his hand on my stomach as Zadom kicks away. I catch a glimpse of a smile on his face before he looks up at me, the smile still firmly in place. It’s taken a while for him to come around, and I’m not sure he is fully there yet. Boston is one of my more selfish guys, and that’s okay—he is barely an adult and didn’t ask for this. But I know he will adjust once they are born. He just needs time to process and figure out what this means for him, and I can respect that.

“How do you sleep through that?” he asks as I roll towards him.

“I’m usually awake when he kicks away. But in the last week or two, every time one of you talks to them, they go crazy.”

“That’s because they know Daddy is waiting for them to come out and meet us all.”

“Well, Daddy is going to have to wait because Mummy has to pee.” It’s still surreal calling myself Mummy.

Boston rolls out of bed and helps me up just as Creed walks into the room in his boxer briefs. I lick my lips at the sight, and he smirks at me. “Later,” he says with a wink.

“Nope, not later,” Boston retorts. “I switched my night last time, and so now I get two nights in a row.”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but the house is ready, and that bed is big enough for most of us.”

“Thank fuck! I’m fucking sick of living so close to you assholes,” Boston snaps. “I’m going to go work out. Are you going to be okay?” he asks me.

“I’m pregnant. My legs still work just fine.”

Boston looks at Creed, and he just nods. I sigh. “Boston, I know you’re all freaked out that I will slip in the bathroom and break my neck, and none of you will find me until it’s too late. I hate to break it to you, but none of you leave me alone for longer than a minute before you’re sniffing me out.”

“Talking of sniffing out,” Brennan says, entering the room, “we have managed to find Ziyon’s head of security. Since Corey hasn’t been called in to work, we turned our efforts to him. We plan to move in really soon.”

Boston leaves us, and Brennan walks over and places his hands on my stomach.

“Thank god, I’m so worried about Melinda. Something is going on, and I want to know what. I realise I don’t know her, but I felt like I could trust her.”

“Only time will tell. This morning I have a meeting with my parents. They have some ideas for the expansion. I Look forward to filling you in tonight.”

“Brennan, I trust you,” I say. He places a kiss on my lips and leaves.

Creed follows me into the bathroom and starts the shower while I use the toilet. Yep, it’s as weird as it sounds, but since he and Chester seem to have zero boundaries, I just ignore them and go about my business.

I take the world’s quickest shower since Creed just sits and watches. Usually, they get in and that leads to sex, but that is almost impossible in the shower now. My stomach is massive, and it feels like there is no more room for the babies to keep growing.

Once I’m ready for the day, Creed drags me over to the main house. I swear it’s like there is an extra bounce in each of his steps—he’s just that excited. We walk up the front steps, and he unlocks the door with an eye scanner, which is new. My mouth falls open when we enter the foyer; it’s so similar, yet so different. There used to be two sets of stairs leading to the different wings, and while there are still two sets, they’re joined at the top.

I was worried that having the death noodles behind a glass wall in the foyer would be too much, but they look fantastic. I’m glad they are behind a solid wall of glass—the thicker the better—and Laughn will have to enter through a door disguised behind a mural on the wall to feed them.

Creed takes my hand and leads me to the staircase that ascends to Team Zeus’ side of the house where the renovations happened.

“Close your eyes,” Creed says once we’re at the top, even as he brings his hands up to cover them for me. His body is pressed against mine from behind as he walks us to a door at the end of the hall. “Ready?”

He removes his hands when I give him a small nod, and I blink, taking in the nursery. Tears spring to my eyes as I see the nursery for the first time—it’s perfect. I was worried so much black would be too depressing, especially considering the entire house is matte black. But it’s not, and the gold really pops, along with the artwork.

“Chester and Kai both worked together to do that,” he says as I look at the wildflowers filling the wall. They blend with the black walls so well, and I think it was the perfect addition to the space. I walk further into the room and see that the closet is already filled with their clothes. “Annabella took over there,” he admits. “I think she was worried we were pigs and would throw the clothes in a basket and call it a day.”

I laugh at how mortified Annabella would be just thinking about the boys sorting out the babies’ clothes.

“Oh my god,” I say. “Who did that?”

“It’s shoes, which should be a dead giveaway. But we both know it was Boston.”

I pick up two small red pairs of Jordans and blink back more tears. This room is a little piece of all of them, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Let’s go check out our room,” he says, linking his fingers with mine.

I stop just at the door. “Are there security cameras in here?”

“Of course, it’s Marlow’s version of a baby monitor.”

We walk back out into the hall to the very next door. Creed opens it with a flourish, and we walk inside to what I can only describe as heaven. Everything is pristine, and holy smokes, that is the largest bed I have ever seen in my entire life. I wouldn’t be surprised if we all fit. Next, he takes me to the room next door, which has been converted into a closet for all of us. He taps the control panel, and my name comes up on the screen. Once he presses it, everything around me moves—it reminds me of Cher’s wardrobe in the movie Clueless . After a few seconds, all my clothes are visible.

“What’s in there?” I ask, pointing to an adjoining room.

“Shoes,” he says, and I rush through the doorway and all my dreams have come true. It’s literally a shrine of shoes. Jordans, Converse, Nike, and flip-flops. All sorted into brands and colours.

“How did Boston allow this?” I ask.

“You can’t remove the shoes from behind the glass, and his shoes are coded so only he can open them.”

I laugh at how pedantic he is about his shoes. It really doesn’t surprise me, though.

Next, he takes me to another room. This one is just beds—a place the guys can sleep if they don’t want to share, or as Creed says, get kicked out.

“There is so much more to see, but Chester just texted, and we have to go to Olympia. We can explore more later. I have a team coming in today to remove the furniture from the other wing.”

“What are you doing with the other wing?”

“The staff will stay there.”

“Staff?” I question. Do we need more than just Petra?

“Yes, a nanny will be hired and also security.”

“We will circle back to this nanny thing when everyone is here. There are eleven of us and two babies. We won’t need a nanny.”

“Tenshi, we will eventually have to return to class and go on missions as they get older. We figured we would hire a live-in nanny to help you as much or as little as you need. That way, they will be around as the babies get older, and they can bond with this person. In terms of security for the babies, it’s protocol because our instinct is to protect you, and we are unsure if we’re put in a position to save you or them, whether we could override that instinct.”

“So, what you’re saying is they will have handlers?”

Creed shrugs. “Call it what you like, but yes, our daughter will have a handler until the boys are of an age that they can do the job.”

“Only her? Why not Zadom?”

Creed looks at me, trying to work out what he is going to say. “If we gave every baby a handler, we wouldn’t have enough. Once the boys start school, they will have one for their entire team until they finish high school, just like everyone else always did.”

“Not Team Hades—they had all of you.”

He scratches his forehead. “Our situation was different, but if you want to change things, you can hash it out with Brennan. You’re in charge now.”

He’s right, I need to think more about how we will proceed in the future. I don’t want to change the things that have worked.

Creed drives me to the university, where Laughn is waiting, leaning against his car and smoking a cigarette.

“You know those things will kill you.”

“Hopefully not before you do,” he says, throwing the butt onto the ground and standing on it.

“I have a class to teach. I’ll see you tonight,” Creed says, before walking off. Laughn takes his brother’s place beside me and throws an arm over my shoulder.

“Let’s see if Chester can teach us some shit today.”

“You know, I never pegged you for a scientist.”

“That’s because I’m not,” he says as we walk into the main building. “I just like blowing shit up, and it helps to know things first.”

Laughing, I shake my head at him. My classes are based on the guys’ schedules. I know it’s stupid, but honestly, what use do I have for a degree when I already have this place? This is my life now. I figure everything they do will help run this place, and some basic knowledge on that could help.

Laughn and I walk into the class hand in hand, and I stop dead in my tracks when I see Chester and Scarlett standing at the front of the class. With a grimace, I unlock our fingers and walk up to them.

“I wanted to apologise for my outburst, Scarlett. I’m not normally that crazy.”

“It’s fine. I’m related to this idiot, and nothing is crazier than him.”

I chuckle, and Chester grabs my biceps and pulls me into his arms. “You look fucking beautiful,” he whispers in my ear, taking my lobe between his teeth.

I swat him away. Now isn’t the time or place for him to do that. “That’s not very teachery, teach,” Laughn says with a laugh.

“Yeah, and keeping a human pet for years wasn’t very humany, now was it,” Chester throws back, and Laughn smirks. I hadn’t initially noticed when he stopped keeping one until it was pointed out to me. It was weird, but you don’t expect anything less from Laughn.

Once I take my seat, Chester and Scarlett start the class, and it drags on. I really don’t understand a lot and can already tell this might be a class I will fail. The jump from high school chemistry to this is a lot to take in.

“I wonder if I can sleep with the teacher to get a passing grade,” I whisper to Laughn.

“Maybe, or I am happy to kidnap the teacher, and we can torture him into giving you a better grade.”

I snort. “I kinda do like the thought of that.”

A knock on the door has everyone looking up, and Brennan walks in and whispers to Chester, who nods. “Laughn, we are needed,” he calls out.

I look at Brennan, and he shakes his head. As I go to protest, Colt waltzes into the room and takes Laughn’s seat.

“Jolie-sitter at your service,” he says with a salute.

“If so much as one hair on her head gets hurt, I will slowly murder you,” Laughn warns him.

Colt gasps as if he is shocked. “It wounds me that you would assume I’m not capable of looking after a pregnant woman—I have two at home. Dude, I’ve got this.”

“Why would you pick him? Jimmie would have been a more suitable choice,” Chester complains.

“Look at these guns,” Colt says, flexing his arm and kissing his biceps. “No one is getting through me.”

I laugh at his stupidity.

“Fine... Scarlett will finish today’s lesson. Fuck up, and I will remove you from my class.”

Brennan walks over to me and places a kiss on my head. “Don’t do anything stupid while we’re gone.”

“Are you going to tell me where you’re going?”

“We just have a few questions for a certain head of security,” he says.

“And that requires everyone?” I ask, raising a brow at him. He smiles and nods.

Yeah, just a few questions, my ass. Davis would be the only one he would need if it was purely questions. I have a suspicion they will be getting their answers by force. I almost want to feel sorry for the guy, but really, I don’t.