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Jolie

A month is a hell of a lot longer than I expected Brennan would ever take off work. He went back this morning, even though Chester wanted us to take six weeks. The babies have fallen into a good routine. That was with the help of Grace, who has moved in with us as the babies’ full-time carer, along with one of her good friends. The guys were not overly excited about having a manny, as Linus calls himself, but he is amazing with the children, and he works well with Grace.

I grimace as I stand in front of the full-sized mirror in just my underwear. Learning to accept my body after having the twins has been hard, especially with the slight excess skin and stretch marks.

“What’s wrong?” Davis asks as he steps up behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“I feel fat and ugly. I know it’s stupid, but my entire life, I have used my body as a weapon. And now it’s not the same.”

He spans his hands over my entire stomach. “You carried our babies in here, and it will take time for your body to bounce back. Once you’re back in training, everything will start to feel better. But listen to me when I tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, even with stretch marks.”

“And look at my boobs—they’re lopsided and lumpy,” I whine, poking at my messed-up boobs.

“The doctor said that should fix itself around twelve weeks postpartum. Give yourself a break. You have been bonding with Zhavia and Zadom, and they’re not even six weeks old yet.”

“I know. It’s just hard when you’re on a sex ban.Logically, I know it’s because the doctor is an asshole and won’t clear me just yet. But Chester is being a pain in the ass about it, and it’s hard to feel sexy right now.”

“Screw the doctor, and go fuck Chester,” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “Do you feel ready?”

I nod my head. Honestly, I’m more than ready. Turning to face him, I throw my arms around his neck, my lips finding his as I jump into his arms. Davis walks us backwards until his legs hit the bed, and he sits, taking me with him so I’m straddling his waist.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, his dark-brown eyes finding mine, making sure this is what I want. I couldn’t lie to him even if I wanted to; his ability is reading people, and I’m no exception.

“I need this,” I confirm. “The twins are going down for a nap, and I’m sure Grace and Linus have it covered.”

At the mention of Linus’s name, he falls back onto the bed, moving us both so that his head is on the pillows. He lifts himself up and removes his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. I scoot down and unbuckle his jeans, sliding them down just far enough, revealing his erection straining against his boxer briefs. I bring myself back up his body and then lower myself down, rubbing my pussy up and down his length. His groan fills the room, and his hands grip my waist.

I pause for a moment, actually nervous. Why does everyone make a huge deal out of having sex again after having a baby? I feel fine, and with my healing abilities, my C-section healed nicely already.

“Fuck,” he hisses as I start again, grinding my clit against his length. “I need you to wrap those pussy lips around my cock—it’s been way too long.”

I push up and throw my leg back over Davis, crawling over to the side of the bed to open the drawer and retrieve a condom. They won’t put me on birth control again until my check-up, and since I counted on pure luck to not get pregnant until this point, I’m not ready to risk it again. The twins sleep well, but I’m up almost every two hours checking on them, just making sure they’re still breathing. They still share a bassinet beside my bed every night. I don’t rely on Grace or Linus during the night, though they both help during the day. Once the guys go back to school, it might change. Linus jokes his sole role is the babies’ stylist, since he isn’t needed for anything else. So far, it’s been a trial run to make sure that the guys can have him around and not want to kill him.

I throw a condom down on the bed beside Davis, and he doesn’t waste any time ripping it open and sliding it on. Also, I bring some lube with me; the fear of the unknown is making me jittery. Slipping my underwear off, I leave on the maternity bra, as unleashing my swollen boobs just before I’m due to pump isn’t a wise idea. Unless Davis has a breastmilk kink I don’t know about.

Ready, I straddle him once again and throw my hair over my shoulder. As I pepper kisses down his torso, I pass the one small tattoo he has over his heart, just like the rest of Team Hades. I love that Davis doesn’t hide behind his tattoos; his boy next door look is what gives him his sex appeal. Until he opens his mouth, and then his attitude pours out, very similar to Boston. It’s different now—he reins it in around me, especially after our rocky start.

Davis runs his hands down my waist until he reaches my hips, guiding me over his thick, hard cock. Fuck, I almost forgot how huge he was. I hover over his head, lining him up, and slowly lower myself down, not needing the lube after all. When he is fully sheathed and nothing painful happens, only arousal, I laugh. I was worried about nothing. I arch my back and rock my hips, watching Davis smile up at me. We take it slowly as his hands roam my body.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says, running his finger over the front of my bra. “Take it off.”

“What about . . .”

“I don’t care. I need to see all of you. The last time we had a threesome with Marlow, his spunk ended up in my hair. Nothing can scare me now, not even breast milk.”

I laugh as I unhook the maternity bra and remove it. Davis bites his lip, his hands moving to softly cup my tits, and the feeling is like nothing I have ever felt before. My nipples harden under his touch, and my hips buck forward as I grind my clit against him. With his hands on me, an orgasm builds quickly. Every single one of my guys fucks differently. I love that Davis takes his time with my body and lets me run the show.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper, ending in a moan. Davis flips us, his cock staying buried deep inside me. He hooks one of my legs around his arm, resting my foot over his shoulder as he thrusts into me, his cock hitting my cervix, sending shock waves through my body. Orgasm after orgasm wrecks me, my body shuddering in bliss.

“Davis,” I scream, and he comes, his body dropping down onto mine.

“I love you,” he says against my lips, after a few last lazy thrusts. “Now, we need to get up. We have to get those leaking boobs emptied.”

He pushes himself up so he can help me sit up. My front is covered in milk and so are the blanket and sheets.

“Damn it,” I say as I crawl off the side of the bed.

“Don’t worry about it. Go take a shower. We will strip the sheets off the bed, and Petra will wash them.”

With a nod, I walk my naked ass into the bathroom. I love this shower so much—it sprays from every angle.

Even though I really want to, I don’t take long; instead, I wash quickly and get out. Wrapping a fluffy towel around my body, I walk back into our room, jumping slightly at the sight of Case laying on the unmade bed, smirking at me.

“Please let me tell Boston. He will tell Chester, and we can finally see the beast explode. He has been way too calm lately. It’s weird.”

I shake my head at him. “We are not purposely pissing Chester off. He is working on his temper for the sake of the babies. He doesn’t want them to see him like that. Plus, I figured I could tempt him with sex, and it would all work itself out.”

I remove the towel and drop it to the floor. Case’s eyes roam over my body, the lust in them making me feel sexy.

“Damn, scratch that. Let’s not tell anyone yet. When do the babies nap again?”

I laugh as he hands me my underwear. “All in good time. I have my check-up tomorrow, and I can get on birth control.”

Case pouts, throwing a dress my way. These maternity dresses have been amazing. Oversized shirts expose way too much skin when I pull them up to feed. With Linus in the house, I figure I should cover up a bit; I don’t want to make him uncomfortable or set the guys off.

Once I’m dressed, Case follows me to the nursery. I open the door, and the babies are not there. They must have taken them downstairs. Walking past the second bathroom, I hear someone singing. pushing the door open, and not one, but two of my guys are in the bath together. Chester and Creed look over at me. Each of them is holding a baby.

“What are you doing?” I ask them, and they both smile.

“Grace told us to bathe them. You have brunch with your friends today, so...” Creed answers, motioning to the scene before me.

“And why are you both in with them? They have baby baths in the nursery.”

“Because they are slippery when they are wet, and we needed to shower. It kills two birds with one stone.” Chester beams, holding Zhavia under her tiny arms and letting her float in front of him, while Creed does the same with Zadom.

I step into the bathroom and watch, a giggle slipping past my lips. Case leaves us to it and goes downstairs.

“Chester, Creed, where did you go?” Linus sing-songs from somewhere in the hallway.

“You two chickens are hiding from him, aren’t you?” I say, throwing my hands on my hips.

“Jolie... oh, hello boys,” Linus says, walking into the bathroom. Chester’s jaw goes hard, and I snicker. Linus leans in close to me. “Did you take a photo of that? You lucky bitch.”

Creed clears his throat at the same time a growl builds in Chester’s throat.

“Oh right, privacy. The door was open, and maybe you might want to think about getting ugly soon. All these tattoos and muscled bodies give a man blue balls.”

I slap Linus on the arm, and he tells me he will go get the babies’ outfits ready for the day. I swear I haven’t seen them wear the same clothes twice.

“Remind me why we hired him,” Chester grumbles as he stands. I grab a small towel as he steps onto the mat and then take Zhavia from him as bubbles slide down his body.

“What is that?” I ask as my eyes go wide. Chester thrusts his hips, and his new bling looks good. I shake off the lust as he wraps a towel around his waist, then gets the little blue towel and helps Creed with Zadom.

I have zero chill watching Creed stand. “Tenshi, you need to stop looking at me like that. I’m two seconds away from bending you over the vanity and fucking your pussy raw.”

“No time boys, I have a date with my friends.”

Chester hands me Zadom, and I take both babies into the nursery. Linus has their cute little onesies laid out, and he races over and takes Zadom from me. We dry, powder, and dress the babies before heading downstairs.

“Good morning,” Brennan says, standing near the coffee machine, dressed in his work suit.

Petra comes in beside me and smuggles Zhavia out of my arms.

“Brennan, I thought you were going into work this morning?” I quirk an eyebrow at him as I wonder if I’ve just had a mum-brain moment.

“I am, but I held my first meeting from here. We have updates on some of the construction, and Chester and Marlow’s aunt has agreed to meet with us later in the week.”

“I wonder how Grandma Betty managed that? She told me she was going to try to get her to come and work with us.”

“She didn’t sound overly happy about it, but since Mr Z and Ziyon are both gone, she is open to reconsidering, depending on our interview.”

“Good morning,” Melinda chirps, walking into the kitchen, freshly showered. She moves over to Linus and steals Zadom from him.

Once she recovered, we had a long talk about her getting her memory back, and what she remembered about her relationship with Mr Z and Ziyon. One morning, she told me she was going to use the money left by Mr Z to get out of our hair, but I asked her to stay and help with the babies. It’s been good spending time together and getting to know her. Some of the guys are not convinced we can fully trust her, but why would she shoot Ziyon and bring us our babies back if that was the case?

“Any plans today?” she asks me.

“Just having brunch with some of my friends, then I’m free all afternoon.”

“I thought we could visit your sister’s grave today. I think I’m ready.”

“Melinda, I would love that,” I tell her.

My phone vibrates from my pocket. As I pull it out, Summer’s name flashes on the screen. “Hey!”

“It’s time,” she says excitedly.

“The baby is coming?” I gasp.

“Yep,” she says with a laugh. “You should see the guys. I’m waiting by the door, and they are running around like dumbasses, packing the car. I actually think they might have forgotten me.”

“Good luck. Did you call the doctor and let him know you’re on your way?”

“On it,” Brennan says from behind me. “Good luck.”

“Thanks, and they did forget me,” she says. “The car is now flying back up the driveway. I will call you when this child is out of me.”

“I’m so sorry, Sunshine. We were so excited, we left without you,” Khale says, making me laugh.

The line goes dead, and I smile. “The guys forgot Summer—she’s in labour.”

Brennan smirks, and the others laugh. From all the research I have on our teams, once one of the guys was born, everyone else followed within two days. I can’t wait to break it to Sinclair, and especially Blayne—she has been begging the doctor to take the baby out for the last couple of weeks.

Trace and Laughn volunteered to take me to brunch today. I’m not an idiot; I also see the black SUV that follows behind us everywhere we go. I’m sure it’s all overkill, but if it makes them feel better, I can deal with it for a little while longer.

Once we are all ready, we venture out of the house. The guys clip the babies into the back of my new pimped-out minivan. I take a seat in the back between the capsules while the guys take the front. Watching Laughn back the van out does things to me. Who would have thought seeing him drive a mum car would be such a turn-on?

The café Sinclair picked for brunch isn’t far, and Laughn finds a park right out the front, reversing the van in perfectly.

“Show off,” I mutter. I still have to get the okay to drive again. While the doctor knows about our healing abilities, he still insists on the six-week healing process. I feel like Brennan just pays him to tell me that crap.

Laughn and Trace both exit the car, getting the pram bases from the boot and setting them up on the sidewalk. Then I unclip the capsules, handing them out one by one as the guys click them into place.

Sinclair waves through the glass window, and Blayne has her customary scowl on her face. Jimmie sits beside Betty and rubs her belly.

“We won’t cramp your style, Star. We will sit by the door.”

I kiss Trace on the cheek. I love how they get that a girl just needs her friends sometimes, and they don’t make me feel guilty about it. Heads turn as Laughn pushes Zadom into the building and over to the table. Sinclair starts to gush and do baby talk, but that’s just not something I can do.

Trace parks Zhavia’s pram right next to Zadom, and both guys go find a seat while I sit in the spare that’s already at the table.

“They are so damn cute,” Sinclair gushes. “I hope Kyro is half as cute.”

“Unlikely, have you seen Colt’s face?” Blayne snaps. She is awfully moody.

“Don’t worry about her—she is crabby and has some cramps. The nurse said it’s common at this stage in pregnancy.”

“I have been having them all morning too,” Betty says as Jimmie continues to rub her belly.

“It will all be over soon. Do you remember when we were looking over the Zeus and Hades files a few weeks ago, and Blayne, you noticed that all the guys were born within 48 hours of each other?”

“What about it?” she asks.

“Summer just went into labour,” I tell them, and Blayne’s face lights up.

“So you mean these pains are labour pains?” Betty asks.

“I think so,” I say with a shrug. “It makes sense. It can’t be a coincidence that it happened with both teams. I can call Marlow and ask him to look at other teams, but none are genetically linked like mine.”

“No, it’s fine,” Blayne says, texting away on her phone. “Just giving the guys a heads up to free up their schedules for the next two days.”

Once she places her phone down, Colt comes racing into the café, sheer terror on his face. I have to hold in a laugh because I don’t think I have ever seen the guy without a smile.

“Van just called me and said you were in labour. Do we need to go to the hospital or is it too late? I watched lots of videos. I can do it. Who has a shirt and a shoelace?”

We all laugh, and he looks around the table. “He was fucking with me, wasn’t he?”

“Kind of. Summer is having her baby, and we think we will all be next. I’m not convinced because you had the twins weeks ago and you are younger than both teams,” Sinclair says, thinking logically.

Colt joins Trace and Laughn while the rest of us have brunch and talk about all the crazy things that have happened to me since being back. This might not have been what I would’ve picked for myself, but there is no way I would change it. The guys and I have a long way to go to make our relationship work, but we keep trying every day. It’s not easy navigating ten men and two babies, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.