Chapter 122
122. Angel
“Oh, look how beautiful she is.” Taisha, Stefan’s mom, coos at So.
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 havee 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 inbor. 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 iste, so we will know soon if we have to put more effort or if the sex marathon we have
had for the past three weeks is a sess,” Reyes gives more details than necessary, making my
cheeks burn.
Two months after Sofia was born, my doctor told me I could have sex, 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.
Weugh.
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 ountant, 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 ce 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 firece,
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. Shetches to it and
sucks hard. The round piercings from my nipples are almost impossible to remove, and there is no risk
of idents.
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
body is covered only by a pair of pants, his beautiful ck wings visible.
As he and his demon became one, his body changed, bing stronger and faster, and now he can
summon his wings
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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 ce? I thought they were demons, not roons.
“You know how badly we want to have another baby,” Stefan sounds hurt.
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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
nning. 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 asions when all
three of them had to attend an important meeting at the Blood Lodge and had two security men
apany 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 ck wings wrapping around me, and they take turns kissing 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.
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