Page 77 of Unbreakable Bonds (The Boston Romance #2)

BONUS CHAPTER

“Cole. We have an emergency.”

Within seconds, I fly out of the bathroom, step over toys spread across the hall, and rush down the stairs while buttoning up my shirt to find my stunning wife pacing before the closed door of the music room. A soft pinging sound comes from within.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, stopping before her.

“He locked himself inside and refuses to come out.”

“Why?”

“Well…” her eyes glance into the kitchen where our little girl is sitting at the breakfast table, looking anywhere but at us. Alisha lets out a stressed huff while running a hand through her long blonde locks. “They had another disagreement, and it ended up with him getting mad and racing in here.”

“Okay, breathe, babe. Let me see what I can do,” I say, placing a hand on her shoulder before strolling to the breakfast table. I squat next to our daughter, who shifts back and forth in her seat, still avoiding my gaze.

“Harley, baby, what did you and your brother fight about?”

“Nothing,” she whispers while plucking at her sandwich.

I soften my serious daddy tone of voice.

“Harley?”

With glassy irises and a little pout, she meets my gaze before ranting her answer.

“He said I’m not a princess, and that my dress is stupid.”

I touch her soft cheek. “Sweetheart. You know that isn’t true.” I grab her little hands—which are fidgeting at her pink attire—and caress the back of her hand with my thumb.

“You know you are and always will be my princess. Just like mommy. And don’t worry, everyone in school will love you and your dress.”

Her lips curl up into a beaming smile when I place a kiss on her forehead. “If you want your brother to come with you to school, tell Daddy what you said to Axel.”

She glances into the hallway before lowering her gaze to her plate. “I said he looks stupid with an eyepatch and glasses on and that everyone will laugh.”

“Harley… That wasn’t nice of you to say. You know he needs to have that eyepatch right now.”

Her cheeks color as she nods. With a pouty lip that reminds me of her mom, she whispers, “I’m sorry.”

“As soon as I get your brother to come out of the room, you should tell him that.”

“I don’t want to go to school without him, Daddy.” She bites on her bottom lip while looking at me.

“Don’t worry,” I say, ruffling a hand through her hair. “Eat your breakfast. I’ll go talk to him.”

She continues to eat her favorite—peanut and jelly—sandwich. These kids are my everything. As much as they can drive me crazy, with their little sibling fits, They have my heart and soul.

“They have to be at school in an hour, Cole, ‘’ Alisha states, stopping behind me. “He’s still got to eat, get his hair combed, and brush his teeth.” I turn to face my stressed wife and cup her cheek in the palm of my hand.

“You get our daughter ready. I’ll deal with our boy.”

She nods and ruffles her daughter’s hair. “Come on, finish eating and I’ll braid your hair.”

As I walk into the hallway, I chuckle hearing Harley bombard her mom with an array of questions as she finishes her breakfast. I halt in front of the music room and knock.

“Axel…” Nothing. “Bud? Can you open the door?”

“No!”

“You don’t want to miss your first day at school.”

“I’m not going!”

The soft pinging returns. Knowing my boy’s stubborn personality trait and realizing we’re running out of time, I bring in the big guns.

“If you open up, we’ll play a song on the piano before you go to school… and when you return.”

I wait and give myself a mental shoulder pat when the door unlocks. A few seconds later, I enter. Warmth spreads through me seeing my boy sitting on the piano bench, arms crossed, staring at the ground.

Instead of kneeling before him, like I did with his twin sister, I sit beside him and press on a white key. Straight away, he gazes at my hands, but when I don’t continue, he lowers his head once again.

“What happened, bud?”

“I look stupid.”

“Says who?”

“Harley. She says everyone will laugh at my eyepatch and glasses.”

“You said she doesn’t look like a princess and that nobody will like her. Did you mean that?”

His head shakes softly.

“Then I guess you both said things you didn’t mean.”

He shrugs and touches the edges of his eyes patch behind the frame of his glasses.

“What if they do laugh, Daddy?”

I swing my arm around him and pull him against me. “They won’t, buddy.”

“You don’t know that.”

I sigh. “No, that is true. I don’t. But Mommy told me that there are other kids in your class who have an eyepatch, so you won’t be the only one.”

His chin lifts, and his bright green eye investigates me. “Really.”

I smile at my boy, who inherited my serious thinker genes. “Yes, your teacher, Miss Mitchell, said it herself.”

He fidgets with his fingers. “What if I hate school?”

“You won’t know until you try. And you're lucky. Most kids face their first school day alone. You have Harley.”

Pure love and joy fills my chest as he wraps his little arms around me and gives me a big hug. I bend and kiss the top of his head. “I love you, Bud.”

“Can we play now?”

“We have to leave soon, Axel.”

Straight away, he tries the Harley approach by giving me a pouty lip.

“Axel,” I say, holding in a chuckle. “I promise you we’ll play extra long as soon as you’re out of school.”

“Okay, ‘’ he says in a long drag.

“Mommy made you a bear sandwich.”

In a split second, he runs out of the room. I sigh as I stand. Four years passed in a heartbeat. One moment you’re holding an infant, and the next it’s their first day of school.

As I return to the kitchen, my wife steps in front of me and places a kiss on my cheek before handing me my morning coffee. “Thank you.”

We both glance at our children, who’ve already forgotten their petty fight and are chatting.

Thirty minutes later, I park the Mercedes and get out.

Alisha grabs the two small bags sitting by her feet while Harley hops out of the car and bounces with excitement.

Alisha holds out her hand and Harley grabs onto it, ready for the new chapter in her life.

My happy-go-lucky girl loves to go on adventures, and when she smiles, she’s the spitting image of her mother and they share the same temperament.

My eyes go to my boy, who’s examining the schoolyard through the window. He points, “I don’t see any kids with eyepatches.”

I get out and open his door. “Lets see the playground from up close. Look, they have swings,” I say, holding out one hand to him while pointing to the play area.

He grabs my hand and squeezes it tight while staying close to me.

Young boys and girls run around the large oak three standing in the middle of the playground, while others, like my boy, stay close to their parents.

A middle aged woman with soft auburn hair cut in a bob strolls out the door, and when she sees us, she makes a straight line our way.

The warm smile on her face eases my worries of my children having a horrible teacher.

She greets us before focusing on my kids.

“Axel and Harley Walker. Do you remember me? I’m Miss Mitchell, your teacher. ”

Harley steps forward and points at her outfit. “I have a new dress.”

“It’s very pretty, Harley.” My girl‘s face lights up like a Christmas tree.

“Are you excited?” she asks.

Harley nods while my boy keeps quiet and gives her a quizzical gaze. Clearly used to different kids, she focuses her attention on my son.

“If I remember correctly, you like music?” I caress the back of Axel’s hand as he holds it tighter while nodding.

“Is there a piano in the classroom?”

I grin at his question.

“No, but we have two bongo drums.”

“Can I play with them?”

“Absolutely.”

The school bell rings. “Ah, time to go. Do you want your mom and dad to come with you?” she asks Axel. He looks around, seeing kids walk to the door without their parents.

Harley walks up to her brother. “You can hold my hand, Axel.”

Alisha grabs my hand when our son takes his sister’s hand. Their twin connection is strong. And in moments like this, they form a united front despite their differences. Supporting each other as they tackle this new experience. At the entrance, they stop, turn their heads and smile.

“Bye, Mommy! Bye, Daddy!”

I swallow the sudden lump in my throat as I stare at their precious faces.

Alisha and I wave, and when I glance at my wife, I’m relieved to see I’m not the only one having difficulties keeping my emotions in check.

Alisha is biting her bottom lip, fighting her motherly tears from spilling at the sight of her brave children.

At the door it’s Axel who turns another time, and when I give him a thumbs up, he smiles before disappearing after his sister into the building.

“Oh my god, Cole. Our babies are at school!”

I pull on her hand and wrap my arms around her waist. “Yep, weird, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” She glances up at me. “It already feels empty without them. Imagine what happens when they leave the house.” She places her hands on her chest. “Oh, I can’t think of that or I’m going to hyperventilate.”

I bend and chuckle, while placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Easy, Alex. That’s still a long way from now.”

She lifts and kisses me on my cheek. “You’re right. Let’s go home.”

“I’m free today. So what about a little ‘you and me’ time?” I suggest as we walk back to the parking lot hand in hand.

Her lips curl up, and her expression turns seductive as she stops us and runs her hand from my chest to the seam of my pants. “‘You and me’ time sounds like just what I need.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, in that case.” I tap her on her behind. “Get that fine ass of yours in the car.”

She lets out a giggle, and my heart overflows with love at the sound.

Forty minutes later, I stare through the window into our backyard while sipping on my coffee.

Alex was right. It’s so quiet without the children.

I’ve gotten used to our busy and noisy household.

Now, with the twins and Allison away, this silence feels foreign.

Never thought I’d say I miss the mess and chaos of having kids around.

But I do. The sound of little feet running through the halls, the word Dad on repeat by the twins as they fight for my attention when I step into the house.

But most, I miss the feel of home they bring with their presence.

As exhausting and challenging raising kids is, watching them grow up is the best thing ever.

The beeping of my phone catches my attention, and as soon as I pull it out and see the message on the screen, I grin.

Alex: Bulldozer needed in the master bedroom. ASAP.

Within a second, I plant my empty cup on the table and make a straight line towards the stairs. Because when my wife calls me a bulldozer, something is up. Curiosity beams through my body as I arrive on the second floor.

When I step over the bedroom threshold, I halt.

My dick twitches at the sight of my wife, standing in the entrance to our ensuite bathroom in a scorching hot, new, red lingerie set that radiates confidence and passion.

“So…” she purrs in a seductive voice that has my dick reacting on cue, “what do you think?” Her hands travel over her skin.

I hum in contentment as I close the distance. “Damn, Alex.” My fingertips brush along her hip towards her breasts. The gasp she lets out is like music to my ears. “Here you had me thinking we would be spending our time sitting on the couch watching tv.”

She yanks my shirt out of my pants and undoes the buttons. “Baby, you’ve been gone on business for a week.” She gives me her sexy pout while letting her small palms wander of my now bare chest.

“So that means my girl needs attention.”

“Exactly. I want you to make me stop worrying about our babies.” She palms my cock through my trousers. “And you know what remedy works best to do that.”

I knead her delicious ass, while brushing my stubbled chin over the side of her neck and whispering. “Tell me what you need, Miss Walker.”

She shivers with delight. “I demand you to play me like your favorite piano piece, Bulldozer.”

“Hmm, that I can do.”

A moment later, she lets out a sigh as I lift her in my arms and stride into the bathroom, where I place her on the floating vanity. I take a step back to absorb the beauty that is my wife while opening my pants.

“God, Alex, you grow more beautiful with every passing day.”

“And you’re still sex on legs. Now hurry ?and fill me with your rhythm stick.”

My chest burns with warmth, and I release a rumbling laughter at her choice of words.

“Or do you prefer the sword of passion, the blade of steel?” she says with a chuckle while grabbing the tip of my shirt and pulling on it to get me closer.

“Big cock is more than fine.” When I’m standing between her legs, she smiles up at me, and I thank the universe for being the lucky bastard who gets to call this spicy woman mine.

I bend my head until our mouths are inches apart.

A soft, needy whimper escapes her throat when I pull the fabric of her lingerie aside and sweep my thumb over her core.

“Ah, you need me, huh?” I say while teasing her clit with feathery touches.

The naughty spark that awakens in her jade green eyes set my loans on fire.

“I could leave you here and play with my new toy.”

Words get replaced by a deep moan as I slide a finger into her pussy.

“Why do that, when you’ve got the best of the best right in front of you?”

She hooks her hand behind my neck, and the second our lips unite, the simmering volcano that is our desire explodes when we both mumble simultaneously, “You’re mine. All rights reserved.”