Shackled Chapter 122
- Angel
“Oh, look how beautiful she is.” Taisha, Stefan’s mom, coos at Solla.
She and her three husbands recently returned from a two year long trip around the world, and after Stefan bought them a house in Veross City and helped them settle in, they finally came to meet my daughter and me. They would have come earlier, but Sofia was a colic baby and kept everyone awake many nights in a row. But she is finally sleeping the entire night, and after moving to our new home, we are finally ready to receive guests.
“She looks just like my Schatzi,” Stefan says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
Sofia doesn’t just have the same hair color and eyes, she is basically my clone.
She was born five months ago, at home, her fathers not only being present but also helping me while I was in labor. When they saw her and held her, they cried, as they really wanted to have a daughter.
“She does,” Hanz approves. His blond hair and brown eyes make me believe he is Stefan’s biological father, as Andrew has ginger hair and Tomas is African–American. Not that it really miatters, as the three of them consider Stefan their son, just as my husbands see Sofia as their daughter.
“How do you like being a father?” Tomas gets curious.
“I love it,” Stefan hums. “We are already trying for another.”
“Her period is late, so we will know soon if we have to put more effort or if the S*x marathon we have had for the past three weeks is a success,” Reyes gives more details than necessary, making my cheeks burn.
Two months after Sofia was born, my doctor told me I could have S*x, my men have been trying relentlessly to get me pregnant again. I want another baby, but not right now. Maybe when Sofia turns one, but with three horny demons always chasing after my tail….
Andrew chuckles. “No need to be ashamed. We still ‘tie our bonded to the bed and use her-
Stefan interrupts him. “Dad, too much info I don’t want to know,” he groans.
We laugh.
Hanz takes a big bite from his cake slice. “This is very good.”
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I beam with happiness. Between Sofia, being a wife, and decorating our new house, I didn’t have that much time to work as an accountant, which made me depressed. But then I got hooked on pastry TV shows, and I am actually good at it. I have been making cakes and other sweets for the children in the neighborhood and even enrolled in a volunteer program to help bring a smile to the faces of families who can’t afford to throw birthday parties for their loved ones.
Sofia starts to cry, and Taisha gives her to me. “It is time to breastfeed her and put her down for a nap. She gets very fussy if I make her wait for too long.” I excuse myself and take Sofia to her room.
In the beginning, I didn’t like the house Alekos bought for us. I thought it was big, cold, and empty, but with a little patience, I transformed it into a place I really love.
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I spent many weeks decorating the Lair, and now it is my favorite part of the house.
Our private living room is next to the nursery. Reyes had someone put together Alec’s guitar. From afar, it looks perfect, but as you get closer, you can see it was once broken. It hangs above our fireplace, reminding us there are scars that never heal. You just learn to live with them.
I enter the nursery and sit on the rocking chair and expose my left boob to Sofia. She latches to it and sucks hard. The round piercings from my n*pples are almost impossible to remove, and there is no risk of accidents.
When Sofia is asleep, I put her in her crib and watch her, not wanting to leave, but she is not the only one craving my
attention.
With a sigh, I turn around, Stefan and Reyes are already waiting for me in the hallway.
Carlos is still nowhere to be found, and since I gave birth, my mates always make sure that at least one of them is with Sofia and me at home. They have also hired men to protect the house, but they feel more at peace when at least one of
them is with me at all the time.
Stefan and Reyes take my hands into theirs, and they lead me to our bedroom. Alekos is already there–he must have returned from his training as a future Elder while I was nursing Sofia–his glorious b*dy is covered only by a pair of pants, his beautiful black wings visible.
As he and his demon became one, his b*dy changed, becoming stronger and faster, and now he can summon his wings
any time he wants. Not only him but Reyes and Stefan as well.
“Come to me. Agapi mou,” he says.
I go to him, and he removes my clothes.
“Get on the bed, your ass up in the air,” he instructs me next. “You have been a bad girl,”
Is he going to spank me? I hope so. He can spank me when I have been good as well.
I do as he ordered me.
“You know why you are being punished?”
I shake my head, and he smacks my ass. Hard.
“For hiding from my blood–brothers and me that you are pregnant again,” he lets me know as he spanks me again.
How does he know?
As if he reads my mind, Reyes says, “We found the pregnancy test in the trash can after Stefan’s parents left.” He
spanks me as well.
Why were they looking in the trash bin in the first place? I thought they were demons, not raccoons.
“You know how badly we want to have another baby,” Stefan sounds hurt.
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- Angel
Do they think I am a baby machine?
“I was going to tell you!” I yelp. “But I wanted to go the doctor first.”
Alekos stops spanking me. “And? Did you go? Without us? And when?”
I sit on the bed. “If you would have had a little patience until dinner, you would seen the surprise I was planning. But no, you had to go all cavemen on me and spank me. And I had the appointment the other day when Liza and I took Sofia for her monthly check–up.” That was one of the rare occasions when all three of them had to attend an important meeting at the Blood Lodge and had two security men accompany me until they returned home.
“You like it when I spank you,” Alekos smirks. I don’t try to deny it. “And you should have told us about the appointment.”
So what’s the surprise?” Reyes demands I tell them.
I smile. “We are having twins.“
They fall to their knees, their black wings wrapping around me, and they take turns k*ssing my stomach and cradling me to their chests, telling me how much they love me.
Life is not perfect; it will never be, but their love for me is imperfectly perfect.
Shackled (The Lord Series)