Years later...
"Hunter wait slow down" I pleaded covering my mouth to suppress my moan.
"You fell asleep on my last night after hyping me up" he whispered thrusting faster.
I held him close, my mind slowly became blank as I came. He released inside me then collapsed on top one of chest.
I chuckled lightly pushing him off.
"My love you are too heavy" I complained.
He flipped us over so I was no laying on top of him.
"Better" He asked.
"Uh your dick is still inside me so no" I reminded.
"Its your punishment, you and I are not leaving this room for the rest of the morning to make up for last night" He said.
"I can't believe I'm being bullied by my own husband so early in the morning" I complained.
"You agreed to marry me knowing full well I was like this" He reminded.
I softly chuckled, finding comfort in the gentle rise and fall of Hunter's chest as I nestled my head against it, attuned to the steady, calming beat of his heart. The passage of time had carried us far from the day Ethan departed from our lives. Though the memories still lingered, life had pressed on.
On that day, my exhausted body had given way, and both Kira and I were swiftly rushed to the nearest hospital. However, despite the desperate efforts of medical professionals, Kira's condition worsened rapidly, and she died before the ambulance reached its destination. The hospital staff could do nothing to revive her, and she was declared deceased upon arrival.
A burial service, was organized by Kira's grieving 'family'. During that time, Hunter, concerned for the well-being of our unborn child, made the decision not to attend, we almost lost the baby because of the accelerating level of stress I was going through . he chose to prioritize our little one's safety above all else.
After my recovery and subsequent release from the hospital, Hunter and I found decided to embark on the journey of marriage. It was a joyous occasion, I was fortunate to have my father walking me down the aisle, but his presence in my life was cut short. Two years later, he gently slipped away my mom devastated.
The doctors worked tirelessly to save my pregnancy, and I was blessed to give birth to a healthy baby boy. He was named Zane Altan Craver, or 'Z.A.C' for short, a name chosen by his uncle Zack.
It seemed as though Zack had intentionally wanted Zane's initials to reflect his own name, although he denied it , insisting it was a mere coincidence. He had meticulously researched and selected both the first and middle names.
Zane bore a striking resemblance to his father, with features that mirrored Hunter's in almost every way. The only thing he seemed to have inherited from me was his jet-black hair color and his ears. As the firstborn, Zane was showered with attention from everyone around him, particularly Zack, who held a special fondness for him, perhaps because of the strong resemblance to Hunter. It was a common sight to see Zack dropping by our house, bringing new toys for Zane and spending quality time playing with him, in no time Zack became Zane's best friend.
As time passed, Zane found companionship in the form of his younger siblings. When Zane was around four years old, I gave birth to our daughter, Luna. A year later, our family welcomed another son, Enzo.
Hunter's voice brought me back from my thoughts as he asked, "What are you thinking about?"
I smiled and replied, "Just reflecting on how far we've come. I never imagined we would reach this point."
He gently took my hand and kissed my palm. "I always believed we would, I told you we would get married and have children, and here we are."
I couldn't help but express my concerns. "But you're still associated with the mafia. What if they come after our children?"
Hunter's grip tightened, and he reassured me, "Even if I tried to dissociate myself from it, new enemies would emerge. But I promise you, our children will never be harmed because of that. I will protect all of you."
I gazed up at him, A smile played on my lips as I commented, "Fatherhood suits you perfectly. You grow more handsome with each passing day."
He was silent for a moment, then broke into a smile. "Really? Well, perhaps we should consider having more children to enhance my handsomeness even further," he teased, his desire evident as I felt his arousal inside me.
I chuckled, trying to keep things in perspective. "Hold on there, let's not get carried away. We agreed that three children would be enough, and it's almost 8 o'clock. We should take a shower and get dressed before our little ones start banging on the door."
we shared a knowing glance, understanding the delicate balance between our passionate love and the responsibilities of parenthood that awaited us beyond the bedroom door.
He paused.
He held me tightly then stood up.
"Wait" I called holding in to him tightly.
"There is no reason we can't kill two birds with out stone right. That way when you moan, the sounds will be blocked by the running water" he commented walking towards the bathroom.
He was walking slowly on purpose making sure each time he took a step his dick was plugged deep within me.
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"Mummy, mummy, look! I drew you and daddy!" Luna, my now six-year-old, exclaimed excitedly, handing me a picture.
It was Saturday, which meant all the kids were home, and the house was filled with joyful chaos. I had gone to check on Luna when she surprised me with her artwork.
Luna had a real passion for drawing. She reminded me a lot of blue when she was young, and it made my mother particularly fond of her.
"Wow, it's so beautiful! Did you draw this all by yourself?" I asked, impressed by her talent.
She nodded proudly.
"You're really talented, sweetheart," I praised.
Luna rested her head on my lap, a silent request for some affection. I smiled warmly, knowing she wanted to be pampered. I gently stroked her head.
"Have you shown this to daddy yet?" I inquired.
"Daddy is helping Zane with his homework," she replied.
"And what about-" I began, but before I could finish, Enzo burst into the room.
His feet, hands, and face were covered in mud.
"Enzo, why did you come in without knocking? Look at your muddy feet! You've made a mess on my floor," Luna complained, her disapproval clear.
I stood up from Luna's bed and walked over to Enzo, getting down to his level to inspect his dirty state. His hand was behind his back, as if hiding something.
"Lorenzo, were you playing in the garden again? I thought I told you not to do that without shoes. Look at you, you're covered in dirt. Did you fall?" I asked, concerned.
He shook his head, denying any mishap.
"What are you hiding?" I probed gently.
He slowly revealed his hand, presenting a small flower.
"I wanted to find this for you," he confessed.
"A flower? Why?" I inquired, touched by his gesture.
"Luna told me she was going to draw you and daddy, so I went to get this flower for mommy," he explained with a shy smile.
I took the flower from him, overwhelmed by his sweet gesture.
"Aw, thank you, Enzo. I'll keep it safe. But you shouldn't go playing in the dirt again, okay? I don't want to have to repeat this conversation," I said, trying to balance scolding with gratitude.
He nodded quickly, understanding my concern.
"Okay, come on, young man. You need another bath. Your father will be upset if he finds out," I commented, standing up and taking Enzo's hand.
"But mommy, what about the drawing I made for you and daddy?" Luna interjected, her disappointment evident.
"I'll be back in a bit, sweetheart. I'll just help Enzo take a bath, and then the three of us can draw together," I reassured her, hoping to appease her.
"No, I don't want to draw with Enzo. He's mean and always breaks my crayons," Luna pouted, expressing her frustration.
"Did not! That crayon was already broken. I just finished it off," Enzo retorted, defending himself.
"Hey, kids, that's enough. Enzo, let's go," I intervened, trying to diffuse the tension.
Those two often got into silly arguments without any substantial reason. Most of the time, it was harmless and innocent bickering.
"Daddy got me those crayons, and I really liked them. You're a big meanie. Mom and Dad should have just bought me a sister from the store instead of buying you," Luna yelled, her frustration taking over.
'Store? Who told them we bought them in a store'
"What are you talking about your the one they should return, you were probably the last baby in the store so they had no choice. Who would buy a baby with such creepy eyes" Enzo screamed back.
"Hey that's enough both of you" I spoke up.
Luna averted her gaze as tears started pouring out of her eyes. She was very self conscious of her eyes. Luana was born with two different colored eyes, not like Hunter's but rather each individual eye had different colors like her right eye was predominantly a sky blue and the other eye was a peach pink almost color.
In all honestly it made her look very cute but she never saw it that way and she would come crying because people talked about her eye colors.
She held the hem of her dress tightly.
"Luna -" she ran passed me and enzo.
"Enzo that was very rude, you know your sister is very insecure about her eyes that was very mean, who taught you to say such things, where did you hear it "I scolded.
He didn't reply.
" go to your room, I'll come help you take a bath after I check up on your sister then the three of us are going to talk after "I ordered.
I walked in the direction luna ran in, I searched around the house, all the places she would normally hide in the mansion but she was in none of them. I went outside and found her crying on the swing.
I sighed in relief.
" mind if I take a seat "I asked.
She didn't reply.
I sat down on the grass facing her.
" are you mad at mommy too, you know you can tell me anything "I assured.
She was trying to wipe her tears.she got off the swing and wrapped her hands around me.
" I want to be pretty like mommy. I don't like my face, I don't like these eyes "She cried
Luna looked up at me, her tear-stained face looked really sad.
"I think you are very pretty too,listen baby sometimes people say hurtful things without knowing it. Your brother didn't mean it OK, mommy doesn't think you are a freak. I love you just the way you are, I think your eyes are very pretty and unique," I reassured her.
"How can you say you like my face but hate yours at the same time when we look so alike" I added.
Luna sniffled, her tears starting to subside.
"Really, Mommy?" she asked, her voice filled with vulnerability.
"Absolutely, my love. I wouldn't change a single thing about you. You're perfect just the way you are, and I'm so proud to be your mom," I replied, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Luna smiled.
"Thank you, Mommy," she whispered.
"There you two are. I brought someone here who would like to say something," Hunter commented, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue.
As he made his way toward us, Enzo held securely in his right hand and holding onto Zane's hand with his left, I couldn't help but wonder what was about to unfold.
Drawing nearer, Hunter gently placed Enzo on the ground, his eyes urging his son to speak. "I found him crying in the hallway. Come on, Son, tell her what you told me," he encouraged, his voice laced with reassurance.
Enzo took a step forward, his eyes filled with a mix of remorse and sincerity. "Luna, I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it. Your eyes are very pretty and cool. I was feeling bad because both you and Zane have special colored eyes, but I don't. That's why I said that. I'm sorry," he apologized, his words sincere and heartfelt.
Luna's eyes met Enzo's, her gaze softening as she took in his words. "Luna, don't you have something to say as well?" I gently prompted, recognizing the opportunity for a healing moment.
With a mix of hesitation and contrition, Luna spoke up. "I'm sorry I said Mom and Dad should have bought a girl instead of you and you shouldn't feel bad you have pretty eyes too," she apologized, her voice filled with remorse.
Hunter's gaze shifted to me, a look of confusion and concern etched across his face. Waiting for an explanation, he sought to understand the context behind Luna's words. I shrugged, a mix of emotions swirling within me, unsure of how to address his inquiry.
Zane, ever the perceptive one, broke the silence, providing an unexpected explanation. "They were asking me where babies come from, so I told them what my friend at school told me," he explained quietly, his voice tinged with a sense of innocence.
A mixture of laughter and relief erupted from both Hunter and me, the tension dissipating as we realized the innocence behind their misguided statements.
"Mama!" a voice suddenly shouted, capturing our attention.
We all turned toward the source, my eyes widening with delight as Axel and Aliya sprinted toward us at full speed,. Zack followed closely behind them, a warm smile spreading across his face.
Zack and Skylar had tied the knot shortly after Zane was born, and Skylar gave birth to a set of twins, a boy and a girl-Axel and Aliya.
Luna and Aliya however were the ones who were often mistaken for twins due to their closeness and urge to want to dress up the same or have the same hairstyle or toys.
In our attempt to maintain harmony and avoid unnecessary conflicts, we had established a rule: if we bought something for one of the girls, we made sure to get an identical item for the other. This practice had led Aliya to affectionately refer to me as Mama and Hunter as Papa, following Luna's lead.
She wasn't confused about who her real parents were but she seemed to think of hunter and I as extra parents of sorts.
"Pumpkin!" I called out
opened my arms wide as Axel and Aliya reached me, engulfing them in a warm embrace.
"Hi, Mama!" they chorused, their voices filled with excitement.
"How's my little pumpkin and princess doing today?" I asked, peppering their cheeks with kisses.
"Good!" they replied in unison, their eyes sparkling with joy.
They both looked more like Zack.
Zack approached us, his expression a mix of amusement and exhaustion.
"Hey, guys. The twins were unstoppable today. I hope you're ready for some extra energy," he chuckled.
"I'm always ready for these two bundles of energy," I replied.
Axel giggled, his eyes shining with delight, he and his sister ran to Hunter.
"Papa,papa, guess what? We saw a butterfly outside, and it was so pretty!" Aliya exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder.
Hunter crouched down to their level, his attention fully captured by their excitement.
"A butterfly, huh? Did you try to catch it?" he asked with a playful grin.
Aliya nodded vigorously, her curls bouncing with each movement.
"We tried, but it flew away too fast because daddy scared it away. Maybe next time we'll catch it," Axel added, his eyes filled with determination.
"Hey I never scared it away, I was trying to keep you from falling" Zack defended.
"So does that mean you'll help us catch one" Aliya asked.
"Your papa Hunter is better at catching butterflies than me" Zack said.
"Hey what?" Hunter asked sending death glares at Zack.
"Woah there, it's so early in the morning, why is my princess crying. Who made her cry" Zack asked picking up Luna.
"Luna, what happened? Don't cry. I'll beat up whoever made you cry," Aliya assured, holding onto Zack's leg as she looked up with determined eyes.
Enzo, tears streaming down his dirt-streaked face, sniffled beside them. Aliya's threat seemed to unsettle him further.
"I'll just take back my gifts if you keep crying," Zack threatened, his tone filled with feigned seriousness.
The collective outcry of "Noooooo" from the kids filled the air, and Zack couldn't help but chuckle at their dramatic response.
"Alright, no more crying then, okay? You should just play together and get along properly, or no one is getting a present," Zack assured, his words carrying a gentle yet firm tone.
With Luna's tears subsiding, Aliya took charge, guiding her hand in hers as she led her towards the mansion.
"Hey, Enzo, let's go finish up the bug search we started last time," Axel suggested, his voice brimming with excitement.
"No playing outside. Enzo, you should go clean up, and both of you should stay inside while playing," Hunter ordered.
"Ask one of the nannies to help you take a bath," he added.
"Axel, let's go play pirates while we bathe!" Enzo exclaimed, suddenly energized by the prospect of a playful bath.
The two boys darted off, their laughter echoing through the air.
"Stop running! You're going to fall!" I called out.
However, their youthful enthusiasm propelled them forward, paying no heed to my warning.
"The person who said raising children is easy lied to the world. Zane honey, aren't you going to play too?" I commented, amused by the contrasting dynamics.
Zane shrugged,"I don't enjoy the childish games they play. One of them will end up crying within an hour anyway. I'd rather do something productive," he explained, his voice carrying a sense of practicality.
Zack couldn't help but interject, a touch of amusement coloring his words. "What? You're only what 10 turning 11, kid. Why are you acting like you're already in your 60s? Don't say something that sounds so grown-up," he teased.
Zane defended "Aren't you supposed to be happy that I want to do something productive instead of sitting indoors staring at a screen for hours? That'll only make me dumb," he retorted, his reasoning clear.
Zack paused, a mixture of surprise and pride washing over his face. "It's eerie how your mannerisms and thought process resemble your father's. He was quite the buzzkill when he was your age too," Zack remarked, his voice laced with fond reminiscence.
"I'm not a buzzkill," both Hunter and Zane responded simultaneously, their synchronized protest causing a brief moment of levity.
"Jink, you owe me a trip to the company," Zane declared suddenly, his determination evident. He seemed to have been waiting for this moment.
Hunter furrowed his brow in confusion. "What? Why?"
Zane's gaze met his father's, his eyes gleaming with aspiration. "I want to go to work with you. I want to see what you do at work," he explained, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and admiration.
Hunter's surprised face slowly transformed into a smile "Is that some kind of assignment or something? Its pretty boring there" he inquired.
Zane glanced at me as if asking for help.
I rose from my grass, joining the conversation. "Actually, he told me that he wants to work with you at H&Z one day. That's why he's been studying so hard lately," I revealed.
Zane's gaze lowered, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as Hunter stared down at him. "I'll go drink some water," he muttered before briskly walking away.
Hunter couldn't help but comment, a smile playing on his lips. "What the... Why would he tell you something like that?"
"Isn't it obvious? He looks up to you. He told me that one day, he wants to be as big and strong as his dad. Both of you and Zack are his heroes," I replied.
"its kind of starting to scare me how much that kid resembles you" Zack remarked.
He took a seat on the swing.
"Anyway guys today is the weekend I've brought Axel and aliya here to stay for awhile, I can't even bang my wife in peace without these little brats banging at the door because they were either fighting, or got scared by a shadow so please watch them just till Monday" He pleaded.
"Where is Skylar anyway" I asked.
"She got called in to work" he replied.
"Alright. The kids can stay over whenever they like" Hunter commented.
Hunter took a seat then gently sat me down on his lap.
We stayed quiet for a minute or so.
"Hard to believe how much time has passed. We now have children" Zack spoke up.
"If anyone told me,all the pain,suffering and scarifies would lead to this, I would have faced it all with a smile" I commented.
"What I can't believe is the fact that Zack actually settled down, that's something I never imagined would happen without him being aimed a gun at" Hunter remarked.
"You're one to talk, I'm sure the universe did a back flip knowing Hunter actually rocked a baby to sleep and changed diapers" Zack remarked.
"We made it, the three of us actually made it this far together.....I hope even in the future we'll always be like this" Hunter remarked.
~the end ~