Chief McKinnon the Highlander. [Manxboy]

Chapter 31

What the triplets looked like at birth...

Epilogue

"Oh dear lord, Izzy is suppose to have the damn grace of a lady" Alasdair whispered into Shannon's ear as he held him safe and secure in his arms atop of his horse. His big rough hands gently rubbing Shannon's round belly. He watched as his five year old Isobel tripped on her kilt,stumbled with her wooden sword then swiftly getting up while looking around who saw her just like his da.

"Instead she has the clumsiness and idiotic ways of Cormac, but we love her just the way she is. Would not change her for all the ladies in Scotland nor England" Alasdair added with a smile. The warriors on the training ground pretended to be blind to Izzy's mishaps. He shook his head at his daughter's shenanigans. Isobel capture the most battle hardened warriors hearts in her small gentle hands but was rewarded with her fierce over protective brothers. He still remembered the day they were born. When they slept Isobel were cuddled in the middle with both brothers flaking her on the left and right.

His gaze drifted towards his son's. Both Ciaran and Duncan had upgraded to metal swords. Both wielding it like warriors already. They are strong and big boys. Rather a bit large for their age. He could already see the boys garnish respect from other and return respect equally. They are cunning and very observant. Nothing passes them easily. They will make great leaders one day. He wager a few more years and they will be sitting next to their mother on the dais listening to their countrymen's complains and injustice. Most would think him a cruel father training them from an early age but they are royalty and while they live in a peaceful time one never knows what the future hold. Better his boys know how to defend themselves and those close to them.

Turning his face Shannon pressed his lips to his shoulder.
"Growing up I have been afraid of so many thing for so long" he whispered absently "and now......now there is nothing left to fear because of you my Chief. My husband. My love"

Alasdair looked down at him with a lazy smile. He gripped Shannon's hair and turned his face towards him. "How does it feel now"  he asked Shannon.
"Strange" his warm smile tucked at Alasdairs heart mighty hard. "Strange to be this happy"
"You have to get use to it. You will always be my number one. You are the other half of me Shannon that makes me complete. Without out you I'm nothing with you I'm everything" He said with unshed tears pooling in his eyes.

Shannon gazed at Alasdair until his throat was uncomfortably tight. The expression on Alasdairs face was one filled with tenderness and love. He never in his wildest dreams have thought that he would feel so much love for his hard warrior but he did. For a moment nothing existed but the two off them. This brutish man of his have more love than anyone he knows. Love for him , their children, men he calls friend and countrymen. Yet it is only him privileges to hear him say it to his family. Alasdair gives him all the joy one man can possibly endure.

"I love you Chief McKinnon"
"Not as fiercely as I love you Shannon McKinnon" Alasdair declared proudly.

Later that night.... 

Shannon slid his hands over Alasdairs  hard broad back. Alasdair pulled back and spread his legs wider. Easing himself inside Shannon's soft body with a animalistic moan. Intoxicated by lust Shannon urged him deeper. He drove deep and slow. Repeating his movements he found intense fierce delight in way Shannon worked to pull him back.

Shannon found himself in a state of trembling madness only existing to feel Alasdair pushing and thrusting. Driving his hips in a relentless force until the torment ended with both bursting and shattering with pleasure.

"God you still so tight after 6 years and three children. I never can get enough of you" Alasdair groaned as he flop on his side next to Shannon well spend.
"I can't wait until this one's out for me to go full beast on you again" he said while he gathered Shannon into his arms.
"And thank the dear Lord its only one this time" Shannon chuckled ad he snuggled up to Alasdair.
"Amen to that" Alasdair groaned "the triplets was a baptism by fire still is"

"Cleaning up can wait until later " they both thought.....

Three years later...........

Shannon was red in the face. Alasdair's bellowing laughter following him while he pulled his robust rowdy boys by their ears.
"Dear Lord ........I have never been so embarrassed" he stopped in his track and turned to Alasdair. "You better stop laughing like a lunatic and do something"
"Like what love these boys had the problem pegged square on" he grinned at his boys. Did he called it or what. His boys on the dais.
"Did they have to say to Mr Ferguson that if he doesn't want cock troubles his should keep his little hen out off the McCallum's cock house." Shannon huffed while glaring at the supposedly innocent faces of his sons.
"Well...." Alasdair started to say. Duncan jumped in on his father.

"Well mother Mr Ferguson's daughter doesn't close the gates when she sneaks out off the hen house at night leaving the McCallum's cocks to sneak up on the hens."
"And she only sneaks out to the McCallum boys so they can oil her parts you know" added Ciaran.

Shannon threw his hands in the air. Eighth  years old and their exactly like their father. Havens help they wife one day.
He looked at Ethan and his anger simmers down immediately. His beautiful carrier son. Sitting in his favourite place in the world. His father's bulging arms. Ethan is his spitting image with the same gold silk spun hair. He opened his arms and Ethan dove into them. All knew by now if ma is upset give him Ethan. Right at that moment Isobel walked in. Shannon closed his eyes. The sight before him to much.

"Why the hell are you covered in shit Isobel" bellowed Alasdair.
"Grandda said if I put some on myself then I'd have more male suitors than the queen because a good Scot loves a women with some stank on her" she replied flipping her dirty hair.
"Your mother is the damn queen and if there's any male suitors other than I around him heads will fall" Alasdair gritted out.
"Huh....." Came from Isobel.
"Da! Da!" Roared Alasdair.
"Oh shit" mumbled Cormac as he ran. He figured best to run but he was just making sure all these rotten little bastards eyeing Izzy would stay away from her when they caught a whiff off her.

Shannon shook his head. He have a feeling these triplets will be something once they old enough to play. They be as sinful as their father.
"Oh Ethan I hope you guard your virtues as your mother did until you married." He said to a giggling Ethan.
"Believe me my Queen. He be wearing an iron clad chastity belt and I be the gatekeeper with the only key............ until I decide a man is good enough for him. I think its damn time I called for the blacksmith for Isobel's chastity belt" mumbled Alasdair as he walked off in search of his father. Some explaining is needed in regards off why Izzy is smelling like shit.

"Shannon not only brought love to this old castle... He brought life to it filed with laughter and shit"  he thought grinning like a love struck fool.
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