Dominating Love ✓

[Chapter Fifty-Four]

They could be planning the nicest dinner and specialist occasion and we could call and say hey, something came up. Can you watch the kids for the night? They would probably be there in twenty-six minutes. They have been timed; they literally will walk out the door, get in the car and come over.

It's cute and kind of scary.

"So we wanted to thank you all for coming and request you return our children to their parents; we miss them." Rochelle cuddled Markus and handed him to me and Monica reluctantly made her way to the front of the room. She pouted as headed back to Riley's side.

"She's officially banned from here; Brylee. Stop letting her hold them." And I knew why; Monica was pushing for another baby. Miguel was still a little guy and Monica was ready; she wasn't going to let him wait long to give her another child. They were only about half way there; better just give in now because we all know he will.

"Just give her your own to hold and she'll be fine; promise." He shook his head at me answer and smiled. This one was the big decision; this would be when Monica would start deciding when she was giving up her career to stay home. As soon as she got pregnant, she'll have all three by thirty; guarantee it. Chase and I wanted to wait at least three years before trying again; which meant that I would be starting a certain birth control soon that was compatible with feeding.

We haven't had sex since I was banned and we probably won't until our anniversary; it gives me time to heal and get sexually comfortable with my new body and it gives us an added special moment.

"So we wanted to give you this first." Monica held a little book and had two large presents.

"I recommend handing over the babies before seeing." Riley and Monica and each took a twin.

"Make sure you hold him like-" Chase started in again and Riley shook his head, clearly amused by his best friend or brother.

"Like this?" Riley asked as he held my little guy and bounced him; something that made Chase cringe thinking Riley would drop our child. He never dropped his, well not as infants anyways.

"Careful." Markus grabbed onto daddy's pinkie and everyone gave a collective 'awe'.

Riley handed over the little book and there were no words; I just cried. Riley took the photos of mom and dad from when they had the twins and had them photoshopped into our family photos.

"We have a disc and you can print whatever but we did have a couple framed." There was a photo of Chase and I holding them and my parents were photoshopped behind us. They were added in the middle of the one with Chase's parents. They were on either side of Riley and I as we held them. They even found photos of mom and dad holding Lina and Mia and removed them, adding Maria and Markus in their place. In every photo they were see-through, like spirits or angels watching over their child and grandchildren.

"On the disc there is the option to have them fully there. We took the framed photos we had and did them for you so we could have matching ones." The same poses that hung above their fireplace could now hang above ours.

"These are incredible." This was more than anything I could have ever asked for.

"The woman who did the photos was in on it; I admit. We posed you for some to do it. And she's amazing with photoshop." They looked effortless; not choppy at all.

"Well this makes me feel guilty now." Through my tears I managed to speak.

"Yeah; we figured. Just give us the next baby." Monica was entranced with Maria and Riley honestly looked like he wasn't bothered.

"So that means that these babies have Rochelle and Scott as god-parents." We debated and decided to stick with couples instead. It would have been nice for their godparent to match their middle name but Scott and Rochelle won out.

Monica and Riley handed them over and we got a photo with them together.

Over time we let others in to see them, we sent out cards to keep people feeling included and let them know we were thinking about them. Things got easier over time and we grew into our new roles. They were magic, a miracle; a dream. They were everything we ever wanted out of life.

No matter what my body looked like Chase still looked at me the same way he did on our wedding day last year. Through the emotions, my lashing out and the things I said during labor; he loved me. He was my rock and there was no better father. He doted on them, he adored them and he looked at them with more love than he looked at me with.

When your child is born your heart grows in ways you could never imagine. I would push him in front of a bullet for Maria and Markus if I couldn't get there first and he felt the same. Watching them move around, discover new things and fuss is more incredible than anything I've ever seen.

Some parents had a hard time with the crying but we knew we were lucky to hear it. We had a friend with a premature baby who spent almost four months in the hospital and she kept saying how she wished they could hold her, that they could hear her cry since her lungs needed more development. They even just wanted to change the diapers; anything but they couldn't. After hearing that we took every cry as a sign that their lungs were strong.

When they grabbed onto our pinkies it was like a direct line to our hearts. They gargled and cooed and made little noises. They smiled and were usually very happy babies. Everything they did I wanted to take a photo or video of so I could have it forever and watch it when they were sleeping.

We were captivated and not ashamed. This was a feeling I wanted to embrace instead; we would have another baby and we would be just as in love, but we will never feel like this again. Scared, joy, like we're getting the hang of it but still a step from failing. This was a feeling you can only get by being a first time parent. When we had our next one I had no doubt there will be a whole array of first emotions again.

Until then though we were going to enjoy the family we've created. And to think this life I had, this husband, my son and my daughter; it all started with a drunk night that never should have happened.