Chapter One
I still can't believe how lucky I am. Fuck. Seven years ago, if you would have told me that I would have the girl of my dreams laying in my bed every night, I would have laughed and told you that I didn't need a bitch in my life to make me happy. At that time, all I needed was the club, my family, and willing pussy. That was it. But right now, looking at my girl sleeping like a fucking angel, and knowing my boys are asleep down the hall makes this life so much fucking better. They erase all the bad shit and make it good. I don’t know what I would do without them now.
The day Anslie came walking into my life was the best (and worst) day all rolled into one.
I know I’ve made plenty of mistakes with her, but I’m glad we’re finally where we are. She’s mine, and I wouldn't change a fucking thing about our lives.
Well, maybe I would, but right now it's good. Remington and Severye were the best gifts anyone has ever given me, and I'm proud to be their dad. Sure, I missed out on them for the first two and a half years of their lives, but I plan on never missing another day.
Last month, my girl made me the happiest motherfucker in the world. She gave birth to a seven pound, eight-ounce baby boy. I know, I know. I still want a little girl, but Braxton Michael will do just fine for now.
Wink, wink.
Anslie would be pissed if she knew I wasn't done yet, but I still want a little girl.
The twins were super excited to be big brothers, and they are great already. They always want to help Anslie and me.
I've been up for the last hour, just watching my girl sleep. There's some bad shit getting ready to go down, so I'm spending as much time with Doll and the boys as I can before duty calls. This is the part that I hate about this life. If I’m not careful, everything can be over for me in the blink of an eye. Anslie could be left alone to raise three little boys. I never want that for her. She deserves the world.
I hear Braxton start to cry, so I kiss Ans on the head, and make my way down the hall. Walking into his room, I see his little body wiggling and kicking. He’s a fussy little shit sometimes.
I go over, and pick him up from his crib.
"Hey little man. What's wrong? Your diaper wet? Or are you hungry?" I say into the quiet room.
He quiets down a little while I'm holding him. I change his diaper, and put his jammie bottoms back on. Yeah, Anslie made me learn, but it's all good. I would do anything for that girl.
Sitting in the rocking chair next to Brax's crib, I rock him back to sleep. I sit there for almost an hour before I put him back in his crib. Anslie says he looks just like the twins did when they were born. Damn, I wish I would have gotten to see them at this age. Brax is the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen, and I'm not just saying that because he's mine.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and I've been workin' on something to spoil the shit out of my girl. She definitely deserves it for having to put up with my ass and the boys’. I’ve got to say that Anslie and pregnancy agree with each other.
Anslie spent months not being able to get enough of my dick. Shit, she still stares at me like she wants to ride me every night. Trust me; I’m game for that, too.
I head back to bed, and cuddle up with my girl. I hate that the doc says we can't fuck for six weeks. My dick is craving her tight little pussy, but I’m trying to be good. She cuddles into my body, and wraps her arms around me.
"Is he hungry?" she whispers against my chest. I kiss her head.
"Naw, doll. He just needed to be changed. Go back to sleep, baby."
She nestles herself back into my body, and I feel like I’m home. I don’t know how I went without her for so long.
I take a deep breath of her scent, and close my eyes.
At five-thirty in the morning, my phone starts to ring. Luckily, I turned the volume down before I went to bed last night. I feel Anslie start to stir, so I silence it, and hit answer.
"Hold
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