2AM.
Him.
I sighed coarsely, feeling tiny-tiny hands on my cheeks while another pair of small hands rubbed my arm, waking me up. My eyes lazily opened and I smiled, seeing twins cling to me and smile cutely.
"Perché i miei piccoli tesori sono svegli di notte?"- I whispered quietly, kissing their cheeks as they laid back down and smiled brighter at the granted attention. (Why are my little treasures awake at night?)
I kissed their little faces and cuddled them, soothing their activeness down before they could wake their gorgeous mamma up.
"Non hai permesso a papà di passare un po' di tempo in privato con la mamma ieri sera e ora non mi lascerai dormire, mhm?"- I said soundlessly and hoarsely, laying on my back, kissing Francesca's and Eliot's cheeks as they settled on top of me, chuckling and giggling innocently. (You didn't let daddy have some private time with mummy last night and now you are not going to let me sleep, mhm?)
I gently caressed their backs and played with them, keeping them busy, happy and quiet. Twins peacefully occupied themselves with a tiny hide and seek game with me, being so damn wholesome when I found them and smooched their little faces.
Fuck, my baby fever is thriving.
"Dovremmo portarti dalla mamma, vero?"- I cooed my cuddly babies as they looked at Cami with a pout, reaching for her chest with the most heart-melting grabby hands. (We should get you to mummy, shouldn't we?)
I kissed my wife's shoulder tenderly, smiling when she scooted closer to us and pecked my cheek sleepily.
"Amore mio."- I whispered lovingly, gently waking her up.
"Mhm, sì, handsome?"- replied cutely my beloved, her stunning eyes slowly fluttering open.
"Twins are hungry."- I said with a smile, chuckling huskily as our little babies made it clear themselves by attaching to their breathtaking mamma and tugged on the sexy, silk, black nightgown.
"Come here, piccoli."- said adoringly Camila, kissing their forehead before sitting up.
I helped her to settle with twins and hugged her gently from the side, admiring the sight as she nuzzled into my side, feeding our babies.
"I love you so much, Leo."- spoke my wife genuinely, laying feathery kiss on my lips, my heart too fucking overwhelmed with love, adoration and joy.
"I love you very much, bambina. More than you can imagine."- I said lovingly, tucking a strand of her perfect, light blonde hair behind her ear.
Once twins ate, I looked after them while Cami fixed herself. We laid down and cuddled mellowly, smiling while relishing in our bubble, watching our children slowly fall asleep.
"I cannot want to have one more little bean with you."- spoke adorably Camila, smiling at our babies, everything in me tingling as I watched them, unable to utter a word.
Let's be honest: is there any point in saying anything? My desire to have a child with my wife is gigantic, I want to have that sweet journey one more time and I am the most euphoric that she wants it too.
No more comments are necessary. Nothing will ever convey this feeling.
Eli and Fran fell asleep soon enough and it didn't take long for us to follow their lead.
A few hours later. 5AM.
Her.
Morning in Berlin starts with a romantic Italian poems read out-loud by my husband, cup of delicious tea and mellow caresses.
"Tu hai, in te, le foglie e i fiori. Tutto ciò che brilla e tutto ciò che è dolce da vedere: Più grande del sole il tuo volto in splendore, Chi non ti vede non potrà mai essere degno. In questo mondo non c'è creatura Così piacevole o così piena di bellezza: Ed è condotto, che tiene l'amore in terrore, dal tuo viso, a desiderarlo interiormente. Ogni donna che è con te mi piaceper l'amore che dimostri verso di lei: Ed io la prego, della sua cortesia, che colei che può farlo meglio ti faccia più onore. E mostra grande cura per la tua sovranità, Poiché tu sei la regina di tutti coloro che sono lì." - read Leo in his succulent, smoky, honeyed voice, caressing my thigh tenderly, as I smiled contentedly, hugging him lovingly as we are laying in bed.
(You have, in you, the leaves and flowers All that shines and all that's sweet to see: Greater than the sun your face in splendour, Who sees you not can never worthy be. In this world there is no creature So pleasing or so full of beauty: And he is led, who holds love in terror, By your face, to desire such inwardly. Each woman who is with you pleases me, Through the love you show towards her: And I pray to her, of her courtesy, She who can do so best does you most honour. And shows great care for your sovereignty, For you are queen of all who are there. - Guido Cavalcanti "You have, in you, the leaves and flowers".)
"Italian poetry hints best of them all."- I professed, having been reading only such for years now.
"That's because Italian men know how to speak about love."- said cutely my beloved husband, kissing my forehead as I smiled, definitely agreeing with him.
Of course, he is intelligent man, his vocabulary is rich and beautiful, everything he says is clear and incredibly formulated. But there is something so specific and special about his words when he talks to me: the way he forms his sentences, words he uses, how delicately and lovingly he speaks about me, how romantically he talks about our love, how intimately he writes notes and letters to me.
"Mhm, my charming Italian king."- I spoke adoringly, kissing his plump lips dotingly once he closed the book, tenderly rolling us over.
I cupped his handsome face, melting as his big, warm, sinewy hands ran along my bare thighs, caressing me with so much fondness.
"I know what I want for St. Valentine's Day from you."- I said with a smile, gently caressing his defined, sharp jawline.
"What is it, mia principessa?"- asked my beloved man, laying feathery kisses on my face.
"Recite me a poem."- I requested contentedly, my heart fluttering as he smiled dreamily at me, his dimples making me weak in my knees.
"You don't have to wait til that day, amore mio. I can recite you poems daily, any time you want."- stated Leo, kissing my plump lips affectionately.
My eyes closed as he cupped my cheek, mellowly caressing it while kissing my other cheek, his beautiful nose ever so lightly brushing against my cheek. I gently wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers lacing in his voluminous, soft, pinky black hair, running through it.
"L'amore e il cuore gentile sono una cosa sola, proprio come dice il poeta nei suoi versi, l'uno dall'altro così separaticome la ragione dai ragionamenti della mente. La natura brama l'amore, e poi crea l'amore re, e fa del cuore una reggia dove egli resterà, forse un giorno più corto o più lungo, respirando tranquillamente, assopendosi dolcemente.Poi la bellezza nel volto di una donna virtuosa fa anelare gli occhi, e colpisce il cuore, così che il desiderio degli occhi rinasce di nuovo, e spesso, radicandosi lì con desiderio, rimane, finché l'amore, alla fine, esce dal suo sogno. Anche la donna è commossa da un uomo virtuoso."- spoke Leo warmly, gazing in my green eyes with his prepossessing, hazel irises, my smile so bright and happy as he meant each word that laced with love so sweetly.
(Love and the gentle heart are one thing, just as the poet says in his verse, each from the other one as well divorced as reason from the mind's reasoning.Nature craves love, and then creates love king, and makes the heart a palace where he'll stay, perhaps a shorter or a longer day, breathing quietly, gently slumbering. Then beauty in a virtuous woman's face makes the eyes yearn, and strikes the heart, so that the eyes' desire's reborn again, and often, rooting there with longing, stays, Till love, at last, out of its dreaming starts. Woman's moved likewise by a virtuous man. - Dante Alighieri "Love and the gentle heart".)
"It's beautiful."- I almost whispered, touched and melted to the rawest, and he smiled beautifully at me, capturing my lips in honeyed kiss.
"But much less than our love."- said Leo in our kiss, taking my breath away as my heart blossomed.
Dio, our love is indeed beautiful, the most beautiful of them all to us.
We kissed and caressed gently, soaking in cosiness until it was 6AM - high time to get dressed.
Today is a huge day for our daughters and Nicolas, therefore, we have tight schedule.
I did my makeup glamorously, going for blunt red lipstick and long wings. Sleek, classy hairstyle. Sexy undergarments and gorgeous, silk, black set by Saint Laurent: top, high-waisted trousers and shirt. I took Saint Laurent heels in black colour and according bag before spraying my perfume on my neck and wrists. Delicate jewellery complimented my glimmering, stunning, pure diamond wedding and engagement rings, family bracelet and necklace with my husband's name.
"I am fucking weak when you go for red lipstick."- spoke huskily my husband, taking hold of my waist from behind as my bum pressed against his crotch.
"Mhm."- I hummed mindlessly, too busy admiring my man.
Dio, he is a masterpiece.
That voluminous, ever so lightly curly, velvety, pitch black hair is gelled so damn perfectly. His fresh haircut is knees-buckling and I cannot get enough of it. His flawlessly sculpted face is adorned by stubble - very sexy, very masculine, very neatly trimmed stubble that I am sucker for.
Form-fitting, black T-shirt - that's all that is needed to put his big, rugged, veined arms on display, to show his broad should and deliciously robust back off. Classic, plain black jeans and belt - he rocks such simple looks so finely. Suitable shoes. Spicy, musky, delicious scent is strong and so-so-so sensual.
But Dio, the lower my eyes went, the better it got.
Those manly, large, strong hands alone are enough to make me weak. Yet he had to kill me and add platinum chain-bracelets and just 2 more, classy, tasteful rings.
"Don't worry, amore mio, those hands will keep you very occupied tonight."- whispered devilishly Leo, smirking as he caught me shamelessly stare at his hands that are so damn sexy.
Breathy sigh escaped from me once he smoothly turned me around, pinning me to the mirror, his hard and delectable muscles pressed against my delicate body - feeling that I will sell my soul for.
"And when those hands get to you."- taunted my husband, kissing my neck erotically, dragging needy moan out of me as he cupped my breast, squeezing firmly.
"You will be screaming in pleasure and begging for more."- stated Leonardo, rubbing my small nipple through the silk fabric, sending shivers down my spine.
And maybe it is my desire to get pregnant, maybe it is my untameable hunger for my husband, maybe it is just because I want him to fuck me into the mattress of our bed, maybe it is because he turned me on and tempted me - I did what I wanted because, in this moment, my hormones are not something I understand or control.
I unbuckled his belt and kissed him feverishly, moaning in enjoyment once he sucked on my tongue before invading my mouth, ravishing me with the heated kiss.
"I want to suck your big dick, amore."- I whispered to him, rubbing his crotch through his jeans, squeezing him gently, yet it was enough to earn me his coarse sigh that made me smile.
"I have to call Martin about upcoming meeting with Indonesian gang."- stated Leonardo, groaning sexily against my lips once I stroke him just like he loves and kissed him lushly.
"Dare to tell me that a work phone call can possible be better than a blowjob from your wife, who is dying to suck you off."- I voiced out my seductive answer, moaning once he kissed me hungrily, squeezing my hips firmly.
"Never."- stated gruffly my husband with hot smirk, my satisfaction thriving once nudged me down on my knees dominantly and unzipped his jeans, moved his boxers low enough for his now fully erect, thick, veiny, 10-inched dick to stand up for attention.
I didn't need to be told twice because I eagerly took his massive, big dick in my mouth, my plump, red lips wrapping around his girth - sight that made him go insane. I moaned softly, slowly bobbing my head, intending to give him a tiny taste of what I want to do with him tonight.
I did things that got him moaning and groaning, things that made him lean his hand on the mirror for balance, things that made his robust chest heave unevenly - highest form of praise.
"Cami, fuck."- spoke Leo, his head throwing back, and I couldn't help my little smile at how damn good it feels to make please him so good that he reacts this way.
"Mhm, cazzo."- groaned my husband, shooting his load far at the back of my throat, and I swallowed each drop, still sucking him lecherously at slow tempo.
"Baby, fuck."- he spoke without filters, his hand firmly gripping framing of the mirror, keeping his steady as I moaned lushly, sucking him off to the fullest.
His thick, 10-inches long dick left my mouth with popping sound and I kissed his length up and down, purposefully leaving red prints of my kisses. I licked my lips clean and innocently kissed his deep, defined V-line, teasing his lower abs with feathery kisses before standing up, smiling at how passionately he kissed me, clearly taken aback and pleased with the little treatment.
Him.
"I never came so fast."- I admitted hoarsely with devilishly sexy smirk and she smiled flirtatiously, pressing our lips in a hot, ardent kiss.
What she did...Fuck.
"I will take this as a compliment."- said innocently my wife, pecking me alluringly, as I shook my head, smirking.
"No compliment can cover how fucking incredible this was."- I stated surely, admitting that this is undoubtedly the most mind-blowing blowjob she has ever given me.
I don't swear near my wife and kids, I filter myself immensely because they shouldn't hear such words from me, especially our children, for whom I want to be role model and example.
Even during sex I try to swear in healthy measures. But cazzo, this, what she did right now, it is impossible to describe it with any other word.
We fixed ourselves before regaining our composure and exiting our bedroom, smiling as our bambini met us right away, having exited their rooms in sync with us.
"I am so hungry."- groaned Lucas and Emilio, getting immediate agreement from their brother.
"Let's have breakfast now, tesori."- we said lovingly, gently hugging our hyper little beans.
We went downstairs, seeing Tini and Nic wide awake and dressed for the day.
I hugged my baby, smiling as she nuzzled into me, enjoying hugs as much as her siblings. I kissed the top of her pretty head, calming my protectiveness down because I am working on myself for my children: no overprotectiveness that caused problems between Tini and I when Nic appeared in her life.
I don't want to limit my babies in anything, I want them to be happy and enjoy life, including love. Sure, I have fantastic relations with my children, but right now with Tini it is the toughest for me: she is dating at such sweet and gentle age of 16, they are truly and deeply in love, he is beyond smitten and she is indescribably fond of him. We settled everything down, sure, I approved of them dating.
But my protectiveness isn't calmed down. She is my first daughter - she will always be my extra sensitive, weak, soft spot, just like her sisters.
It is hard because Nic isn't hiding the fact that he wants to built serious relationship with her and fuck, the way he treats her, loves her and looks at her oozes things I am so fucking not ready for: kissing, marriage and fucking hell, kids. Nevertheless, my desire for my daughter to be happy is gigantic, so I am trying.
No, they didn't sleep in the same room last night. That's too soon for it, even under my watch. I won't allow it, even if Cami uses her charm and sex on me. But I am allowing them to go out together any time without needing to ask permission - all I want is to be informed that she is leaving and with whom. He can be out with her past 7PM til midnight - massive step that he acknowledged and appreciated, earning points. She can invite him over whenever without needing to ask me or Cami.
I hugged my wife from behind as she got peach puree for quadruplets out of the fridge, smiling dazzlingly at me.
"He butter not have snuck in her room."- I murmured in her neck, putting myself in his shoes.
If Cami and I met at their age, if we were dating, if Juan were in my place right now, I'd be fucking screwed because he was strict as hell with me in the beginning and I'd be doing anything to get alone time with Camila, including breaking a few rules. Moreover, I know that thoughts about sex would cross my mind because that's Cami, no explanation is needed.
"I am sure that Nic respected our wish and our daughter's privacy and didn't sneak in her room. And I am very proud of you for trying to be more open and liberal, handsome. Tini sees it too and treasures it immensely."- said my beloved lovingly, kissing me tenderly as I smiled, feeling soothed down at her assurance.
I helped her to feed our quadruplets during peaceful, lively breakfast and in no time we were heading out, needing to be at the pavilion at exactly 08:45.
Thankfully, no traffic on the road, we reached the destination even earlier, but it was more than okay for Angie and Ari, who have been very-very silent.
While bambinos were occupied with Tini and Nic, Cami settled everything to help our twins get dressed for the performance, I took the opportunity to talk with our daughters.
"Hey, it's okay."- I said warmly, wrapping them in my arms as tears rushed down their cheeks.
"Shhh, it's okay. You are okay. Your mamma and I are right here."- I whispered to them lovingly, my heart shattering at the sight of their glossy eyes and sad pouts.
"It's scary."- murmured Ariana, clutching on my T-shirt, as I hugged them securely, kissing their temples.
It is their first tournament. They have never taken parts in such events because they had no interest in making it that grand until last years. Cami and I gladly supported their decision. Locas tournament and tournament in entire Italy didn't worry them, they were in familiar surroundings, but now they are in international part, in unknown environment - it is utterly understandable why they are afraid.
"It is your first competition of such kind, it's more than okay to feel this way, piccoli. You shouldn't get too much into the surrounds, people near you or any what ifs. Just focus on your performance and positive things, you have nothing to worry about because you are such brilliant, beautiful, gifted gymnasts."- I said tenderly as they took deep breaths, regaining their composure.
"I saw how vigorously you practised, how much care you put into the trainings, therefore, I know that you will take 1st places only because there is nobody as great as you are and you know that I never lie."- I said lovingly with a smile as they giggled adorably, relaxing and smiling sweetly.
"You will take 1st places, I am certain in it, but, in case anything happens and doesn't go according to your plan, you are and always will be number 1 for your mamma and me. You are our joy and we are so-so proud of you and your amazing achievements."- I stated seriously and fondly, kissing their tiny hands.
I smiled as they hugged me tightly, silently saying everything I's ever want to know.
Once my little angel were calm and relaxed, they went to Cami to get dressed.
Her.
After 5 rounds of tournaments in Italy, thorough reading about demands about appearance for the tournaments and fitting them to my babies preferences, I can confidently say that I can be professional stylist for such events.
I gently styled my daughter's light blonde and inky black hair in beautiful, sleek buns with braided details - something they asked for because they wanted to match. In makeup aspect, since they are 9, demands for them are minimal: I applied a bit of foundation to even everything out, brushed their perfect brows and fixed them with gel, added face jams like they wanted, applied highlighter and a tiny bit of bronzer and helped them to apply cherry, sparking lip gloss.
Stretchy tights and elegant, tasteful bodysuits with gems. Ariana's bodysuit is white with golden details and Angelica's is white with black inputs.
"Come here, tesori."- I said warmly, hugging them tightly as they relax in my arms, taking deep breaths.
"You will do so-so-so great. There is nothing you cannot do, piccoli. Your papà and I believe in you immensely and we know that you will ace the performance."- I stated adoringly, kissing their foreheads tenderly.
Girls hugged me securely, remaining in my arms, and I gladly held them, knowing that they need it immensely.
In 10 minutes the tournament officially took off and girls went to their trainer while I joined my husband and our bambini.
Ariana's P.O.V.
"In der Kategorie der jüngeren Grundschulkinder treten Angelica und Ariana Russo auf."- announced a man loudly as my sister and I took deep breaths, looking for mamma and papà in the audience. (Performing in category younger elementary, Angelica and Ariana Russo.)
Something soothing beamed in us and we relaxed a bit as they smiled at us so warmly and encouragingly, having our backs, supporting us when we need them the most.
Once our song played, I held my sister's hand and we gracefully walked to the centre of the matt
Acrobatic performance is complicated and I am lucky to be doing it with my twin sister: we are always in sync, therefore, our synchronisation is honed to perfection. Difficult positions and poses combined with dancing and precise face expressions - we did our best.
Angie elegantly got in a bridge and I gently got on top of her before she extended her right leg, allowing me to get in a bridge position as I used her foot and ankle as my surface to lean on.
Once round of vigorous applause echoed, we smiled, realising we scored the element from junior age category - that earns us points.
"Ready?"- I whispered to Angie, our co-operation being key to our safety.
"Sì."- replied my sister surely and I slowly imitated walking, using strength of my core to get to hand-stand position, steadying myself by holding onto her foot.
Angelica slowly lifted her left leg up, both of us on our hands, simultaneously getting off our right hands, exchanged glances to check on each other.
Angelica's P.O.V.
I leaned on my both hands and lowered my left leg cautiously, allowing my twin to get back in bridge positions and get down, the two of us moving like little transformer.
Right when Ari stepped down, she sat in a pit and extended her hands for me to climb on them. She lifted her arms up, firm and steady, and I laid on my belly on her hands, mostly leaning on my chest area as my legs moved over my head, imitating cycling.
I moved my legs more over my head and head my ankles with my hands, forming nice, perfect circle with myself, idling for approximately 15 seconds before we unfolded ourselves like little automised puzzle.
One trick after another, we gave it all our everything til it was the end of our performance.
We bowed delicately, smiling brightly as we saw our parents, siblings and Nic cheered for us, being the most important audience for us.
We went to the backstage and immediately hugged each other, catching our breaths through truly happy, giddy, excited smiles.
"Avete fatto un lavoro incredibile, ragazze. Sono molto soddisfatto della vostra dedizione e della vostra genialità."- stated our trainer Signora Taggart, handing us our jackets since we are very warmed up and shouldn't get sick. (You did incredible job, girls. I am very pleased with your dedication and brilliance.)
"Grazie mille."- we replied contentedly, zipping our white jackets all the way up. (Thank you very much.)
We calmed down, drank water and watched other participants til judged finally left to discuss points and winners of the last tour.
5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes.
Ari and I twiddled our thumbs, worrying immensely, and after what seemed like infinity, 5 judged came back and tabloid light up with marks.
Ariana's P.O.V.
My pale green eyes worriedly searched for our names, yet little did I know that we won't have to look for long.
We are on top of the list, on the 1st place.
Our summary score in choreography, diversity, and ability to perform to the music - 10 out of 10.
General score in execution component, which evaluates the deductions incurred by the acrobats while performing the partner and individual skills of the routine - 10 out of 10.
Total score in difficulty component, which is the overall equivalent score based on the and number of skills - 10 out of 10.
I squeezed my twin-sister, the two of us smiling, truly grinning in delight as we reached our goal and realised that all our efforts really paid off.
Him.
All kids were great, really. Amazing skills and job.
But.
My daughters fucking aced it all. Angie and Ari outshone every single performer.
I beamed with pride as I watched my little sweeties being aware with golden medals for the much deserved 1st place.
In just some 5 minutes, right after pictures were taken, twins dashed to us and fuck, their smiles made me even happier.
"Siamo così tanto orgogliosi di voi, ragazze. Siete state indescrivibilmente incredibili là fuori."- spoke my wife lovingly as we hugged our daughters tightly, our pride way past explainable. (We are so-so-so proud of you, girls. You were indescribably amazing out there.)
Cami and I smiled as their siblings squeezed them affectionately and genuinely praised them for marvellous, astonishing work. Angelica and Ariana called their elders brothers happily to share the news and dialled grandparents and uncle right after, their sweetness and cuteness so fucking contagions and wholesome.
"I really-really-really want another set of twins."- I told Cami sincerely, hugging her lovingly, kissing her plump, full lips gently.
One baby is fantastic, truly, I will be over the moon with such news.
But fucking hell, there is something so extra good about welcoming 2 tiny beans at the same time. Come to think of it, I am more than eager to have second set of triplets, maybe even quadruplets.
"Mhm, I am open to any variation of multiples."- professed my wife, making my smile brighten as we shared the most adoring, the most honeyed kiss, counting damn seconds down until we get our wish.
"Good because I think, we are very good at that."- I said warmly as my beloved smiled radiantly, kissing my cheek fondly.
Her.
Leo went with bambini outside for fresh air and I went to help girls to take makeup off and change.
"Oof."- huffed Ari, whimpering as I tenderly untied her buns and let down her long, voluminous, light blonde hair down.
"Shh, it will be okay in a bit."- I said lovingly, delicately massaging her head at what she hummed, closing her pretty eyes.
They spent a decent while with tightly styled buns - no wonder why it hurts now to untie them.
I delicately brushed her hair and left it loose, so she could relax. I helped Angelica next, giving her alike little massage before brushing her inky black, silky hair. Then I helped them to take all face gems off and remove all the makeup. Girls changed into their gorgeous, comfy, matching Givenchy jumpsuits before quickly wearing their shoes and earrings.
We left the backstage and soon all of us headed to the restaurant for a nice dinner-celebration, right after which it was promised time in play centre.
Nic is playing basketball with our boys while our daughters are ice skating peacefully. My husband and I are with quadruplets and twins, who are very busy in a pool with soft, colourful balls.
"Per papà."- chirped Lorenzo, handing his perfect daddy a ball. (For daddy.)
"E di che colore è, mio piccolo principe?"- wondered Leo warmly, gently fixing our son's midnight black hair. (And what colour is it, my little prince?)
"Viola."- answered Enzo confidently and quickly, laughing cutely as we smiled in approval, kissing his cheeks. (Purple.)
"¿Cómo se dice "viola" en español, mi pequeño cariño?"- I asked calmly, hugging Federico as he came to me for a hug, handing me green ball along the way. (How do you say green in Spanish, my little sweetie?)
"Púrpura, morado o violeta."- chirped our 2-year old boy, naming every variant. (Purple.)
We played with our children, revising what they know and learning small, new words along the way, paying a bit extra attention to drawing parallels in 2 languages, which they, like their siblings, consider mother tongues - Italian and Spanish.
"Estoy hambrienta."- murmured Luisa as I giggled at Leo's adorable smile and head shake. (I am hungry.)
Our tiny girls might be having Spanish phase: they speak in Spanish decent 80% of the time, they are exceedingly keen on watching cartoons in Spanish and mantecados are something I bake weekly because they are obsessed with them.
"Son copias de su hermosa mamá."- Leo cooed our small princesses, smooching their cute tiny faces, making me smile and melt at how lovingly they nuzzled into him and booped his cheeks with their petite thumbs. (You are copies of your beautiful mummy.)
They are going to turn 2 on April 19th. Quadruplets are getting accustomed to eating soft, normal foods; when at home, we make them fruit and vegetable purees ourselves. We let them try various items in different textures, except hard. But it also doesn't exclude formula-like things from their diet, we keep them because those drinks are good, additional sources of vitamins and minerals, not to mention that they are comfortable to carry around: just a tiny package to mix with water or milk.
We peacefully spent entire day together until reaching our penthouse at 6PM.
Showers, comfy loungewear, nighttime routine, light snacks and lively, snug atmosphere.
Nic and Tini are practising in the gym for tomorLeo is with our eldest kids and quadruplets while I am with twins, who had a bath mere minute ago and are now eating quietly while I am reading massive, massive, massive amount of comments and direct messages on Instagram.
I handle my account myself, but I struggle to check all private messages in time: I simply cannot give my work more time that it already has because my priority are my sweet little babies, my elder bambini, my husband and my self-care. I will go mad if I spend 27/7 in my office, working and answering all messages.
A lot of messages were compliments and very heart-felt review to which I replied. No hateful comments, thankfully. But what surprised me was the huge amount of questions about motherhood: what food brands for babies I use, sleeping schedule of my kids, how Leo and I accustomed our babies to sleep separately from us at such young age, my post-tantrum experience, my pregnancy journey and advice and so many more wonderings.
"Bambina?"- said Leo warmly, entering twins' nursery, and I hummed, typing answer to one woman in my private messages.
"I can feel how tense you are."- said in care my beloved man, appearing by my side, and kissed the top of my head, leaning his forearms on the back of the arm-chair.
"Can you check the full name our quadruplets' Similac drink, per favore, vita mia?"- I asked him, tilting my head back to peck him gently.
"Sure, mia bellezza."- he responded kindly, kissing me dotingly before going to fetch that jar.
In no time he came with the jar and I typed down the full name of the formulated drink before sending it to the lady - Go & Grow by Similac NON-GMO with 2'-FL HMO Toddler Drink.
Just as I did so, twins finished eating. Leo helped me to tidy them up and rock them to sleep before we left their room soundlessly, letting them sleep.
"Take my phone away from me."- I murmured, handing him my phone, and hugging him tightly, sighing softly.
"Why, mia piccola?"- asked Leo, effortlessly scooping me up in his muscular, powerful arms, my legs securing around his lean waist.
"Because I have more than 500 messages to reply to, most of them about motherhood and my relationship with you now, when we have children."- I answered softly, smiling as he kissed me lushly, carrying me to our room.
"Well, you don't have to reply to all those message. You can answer those questions in your stories, bambina."- responded Leo as I idled, absorbing what he said.
That was I can answer fresher questions, people can ask anything and this way I can reply sooner.
"You are brilliant, amore."- I chirped happily, giggling when he ditched our phones on his nightstand and laid us down kissing my lips passionately.
"Now, that I solved the issue, I want attention."- murmured my husband tantalisingly, kissing my neck sensually, and I smiled, biting my bottom lip.
"Then take off my clothes, baby."- I whispered in his ear, everything in me burning and tinging once he quickly complied, stripping us down.
He smirked devilishly as I rolled us over and kissed him heatedly, moaning as he squeezed my bum, landing hard slap on it, causing me to sigh in the kiss.
"No foreplay. I want you now."- I said breathily, rubbing against him firmly, earning his coarse groan.
"Your wish is my command, principessa."- stated Leonardo hoarsely, positioning his tip at my opening before I eagerly lowered onto him, both of us moaning in hungry, lush, explicit kiss.
I kissed his mouth-watering body before sitting up, biting my bottom lip, blushing as his intense, predatory, starved gaze swept up and down my bare body. I rolled my hips slowly, moaning as he caressed my body, watching me ride him lubriciously.
We enjoyed ourselves mellowly, making love tenderly and unhurriedly, smiling and exchanging sweet, meaningful professions of love.
Him.
I smiled, kissing my wife's cheek affectionately, slowly thrusting in her wet, tight core, gently riding off our heigh.
"Leo."- moaned my beloved, running her soft fingertips along my back, her long nails ever so lightly glazing over my skin, taking me into overdrive.
"Oof."- sighed sweetly Cami, her pretty eyes shutting close once I slowly pushed so fucking deep, smirking as she parted her slim, gorgeous legs more, silently welcoming the pace.
"Ti piace, amore mio?"- I whispered in her ear, nibbling her earlobe, making penetrating, gentle stroke again, touching her spot. (Do you like that, my love?)
"Sì, molto."- spoke angelically my wife, moaning mellifluously in pleasure. (Yes, very much.)
Her plump, luscious, rosy lips moulded into mine in a passionate, adoring kiss as we relished in our paradise, soaking up in our love, devotion and gentleness.
Cami kissed my jawline softly, the two of us relishing in delight as our hips collided lovingly again. Our foreheads rested together, our lips brushing against each other as we smiled, so fucking love drunk and euphoric.
"You are so perfect-"- I whispered to my wife, both of us idling as knock on our bedroom door echoed in the room.
Very much not in time, beyond awful timing, but, in spite of being hard and both of us being close, we stopped.
The quickest 3 minutes and we were fixed and dressed.
I approached the door and unlocked it, my smile dropping as triplets immediately nuzzled into me, hugging me weakly.
"Are you okay, tesori?"- I asked in concern, closing the door after them before we headed to the bed.
Lucas, Emilio and Sofia snuggled into us silently, worrying us to no extend until the 3 of them coughed.
"You have a fever."- said Cami in concern, gently touching their foreheads, as we exchanged glances.
"Shh, don't cry, mia piccola stella. You will be okay."- I whispered to Sofi, hugging her tightly as she sobbed quietly, blinking away tears.
"It is so hot."- murmured Luc as his mamma rubbed his and his brother's back, kissing their foreheads.
"And hard to breathe."- said Emi, the three of them looking beyond uncomfortable.
We hugged our bambini, looking after them in every way we could, and gave light medicine from fever, planning to call the doctor tomorrow morning.
It was the hardest night for Cami and I. We had such situation with quadruplets a while back, yet it seems so mild in comparison to now.
If Sofi fell asleep because tears exhausted her small, feeble self, our sons couldn't rest at all. They were hot, they wanted to change into something much lighter, even though their pjs are decently light, they struggled to focus on steady breathing and medicine barely helped them, unlike their sister.
"Shhh, it's okay."- I soothed Lucas, gently rubbing his back as he finally stilled, sleepiness taking over him and his brother.
"We are right here, you are going to be okay."- whispered Cami, hugging our blonde Emi, stoking the back of his head gently.
My heart shattered as tear rushed down my wife's cheek, wrecking me even more.
Fuck.
Her.
No mother can take it easy when her children are unwell.
I hate it when my little beans get sick, it scares me and I always do everything I can to prevent it. My heart aches and bleeds every time my babies get sick, even with as simple as headache. I try to stay calm and collected, I really do, but I cannot keep myself together in such moments: I break when I see my babies in pain, distress and discomfort, especially in such amount.
Boys fell asleep by our side, their sister nuzzled between them, the tree of them so-so sweet and precious.
"They will be okay, shhh."- whispered Leo assuringly, kissing my forehead, wiping away my tears.
"I got you and our children, amore mio. Everything will be okay."- said lovingly my beloved husband, gazing in my teary eyes, and I nodded, blinking away a few tears, gently caressing his bicep with my thumb.
But Dio, we didn't know that it will get worse.
We didn't know that bad things will find us.
I wasn't ready to lose the love of my life, to be put through hellish pain and oceans of tears.