Chapter Seven
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Chapter Seven
It took the night and well into the next day for Sarina to feel as if she could attempt the move home with the twins. She’d eaten and was well rested, considering she’d just given birth. Brody stayed by her side from the start, hovering like a love-struck pup. Not that she minded. The hours she’d spent away from him were enough to make his presence precious, not to mention, he carried little Brody in his arms. “I can’t get over them,” Brody said, grabbing Sarina’s free hand. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being the most amazing woman I’ve ever known. I’ve never been so in love with you.” Stopping her in her tracks, he let everyone else walk around them. He was still shirtless from his change, but Romeo had graciously found him a pair of jeans. Brody cupped her cheek, running his thumb down her jaw and over her lips. He took her mouth then, slowly seduced her to kiss him back.
“Brody,” Sarina said, her bright green eyes shining. “Let’s get these two home. Seeing you with him makes me want to cuddle you.”
“I want to do more than cuddle you,” he said, playfully slapping her a*s.
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Sarina was ready to drop by the time they actually stepped through the door of their home. Brody gladly took Jedidiah from her and laid the twins together in their bassinet. Then he turned and scooped Sarina up into his arms, carrying her upstairs to their master bathroom. He drew a warm bath and gently lifted her into it. Keeping an ear out for the twins, Brody helped Sarina wash her body. He shampooed her hair and ran conditioner through it, enjoying the way she relaxed in the water.
“I never knew how amazing it’d be to hold them.”
“I’ve never held anything that delicate. I’ve never fallen in love so quickly. One look and I was head over heels for them.”
“They are incredible,” Sarina agreed. She rested her head back on the tub and closed her eyes as Brody continued to take time with her hair. He rinsed the conditioner out, combed her long locks and then braided it down her back. Once that was done, he twisted it up into a bun that would get it out of her way and still allow her to look breathtaking while she cared for the twins. “I need to get something to eat,” she said after half an hour of soaking.
Brody helped her stand and dress in the gown Amanda had given her. Apparently Amanda had worn that same gown when she’d first had Sarina and Jason. The sentiment wasn’t lost on his mate. “I want to get married.”
She looked up at him as if he’d grown two heads. “Really?”
“Yes,” he smiled. “I want all of my family to be Duscene’s, no offense to your family.”
“None taken. You and the boys are my family now. I just assumed that getting married wasn’t a big deal for you.”
“It wasn’t,” Brody admitted. “Until I watched the love of my life deliver my sons. I realized then that it matters a great deal to me that when people address you, they say Mrs. Duscene, instead of just Sarina or Miss Traverse. I want everyone to know that you’re mine, that I’m the one who has the privilege of loving you.”
“Brody,” Sarina sighed. She wrapped her arms around his neck before she went on. “I need to tell you something that may not be easy to hear.”
“Shoot, girl.” Brody took her hand and walked with her downstairs to the kitchen. He poured her a cup of hot tea as she rummaged for food.
“The man who infiltrated us, the one who impersonated you... I thought he was you.”
“I know,” Brody said, taking her hand in his. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles as she fought the wave of tears he saw coming. “Hey, it’s alright. I know you didn’t know. How can I blame you for something you didn’t choose?”
“But I did choose,” she cried. “I chose to go with him, to allow him to touch me, to take me. How could I not have seen that he wasn’t you?”
“Sarina,” Brody said patiently. “The man used a black arts magician to fake being me, changing and contorting his body to do so. He smelled like me, sounded like me, and for all intents and purposes, was me. I can’t blame you for something you didn’t do intentionally.”
“I can’t shake the feeling that somewhere deep inside I knew. He was rough in a way you never were, even in our most impatient times. I brushed it off as an overload of passion, but now I’m not so sure I didn’t know.”
Brody sighed. His mate was stressed out about things she couldn’t change. “Sarina, I love you. I will always love you, no matter where we go, or what happens to us. Those two beautiful baby boys are ours and right now, being here with you and them is the only thing I care about.”
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Life fell into a lovely routine of feedings, diaper changes, laughter, and general bliss for Sarina, Brody, and their twins. Brody, who at first would gag at the thought of changing his sons’ stinky diapers, learned to move past the stench and do what needed to be done. He spent time talking to his boys while Sarina showered or took a nap, or even sat in the kitchen just enjoying a cup of tea.
Together, they loved and nurtured their sons through those first, crazy weeks of living. “Sarina!”
“Yeah?” she answered, still in her bathrobe with her hair falling in damp tendrils around her shoulders.
“Jedidiah needs a diaper change and Junior’s got food all over him.”
She sighed at the look on his face. He still looked so lost when it came to caring for both boys at once. “Give me Jedidiah. I’ll bathe him and when you get Junior under control, you can trade off with me and get Jed dressed.”
“Okay,” he said, seeming relieved. By the time Sarina had bathed both boys and gotten Junior dressed, she had to spritz her hair with water to be able to do anything with it. She came back in the room just as Brody was laying their sleeping boys down on the bed. They worked to create a safe space for them and then slipped from the room quietly. “We’re doing okay right?”
“Considering neither of us has ever been a parent before, I’d say we’re doing excellent. Our children are well-fed, clean, healthy, and loved. Is there something else they need?”
She giggled when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, tugging at the tie on her robe. “I think they’re good,” he grinned. “We, on the other hand, are in desperate need of some adult entertainment.”
“Adult entertainment, huh?” she smiled.
“Do you have any idea how many times, in just the past week, I’ve wanted you?”
“I’ve barely seen myself out of pajamas in the last week, how can you possibly want me?”
“I used to think, in the beginning that I couldn’t possibly find you any more attractive. That there was no way that I could want you more. Then I watched you carry and deliver our babies and everything in me changed. I have such admiration and respect for you. Not that I didn’t before, but now it’s off the charts. And yes, Sarina, if it’s at all possible, I find you ten times more attractive, even in pajamas, now, than I did before Brody Jr. and Jedidiah arrived.”
He could have easily said something less honest, or blown off her statement. Instead he’d said exactly what she’d needed to hear. He’d told her that being a mother, bearing his children, was the sexiest thing she could do. Feeling endeared to him, Sarina pressed a smile to his lips and all but melted into his embrace. “Sarina,” he whispered even as his mouth met hers again.
Fire flared inside her as if someone had placed a lit stick of dynamite inside her. Weeks of taking care of the boys had strained their intimate time to the breaking point and Sarina knew now that she wasn’t the only one who’d felt it. Giggling, she wrapped her legs around his waist when he lifted her. He carried her easily into their spare bedroom, laying her down gently on the queen bed they’d just purchased. “We’ve been needing to break this bed in for a while now.”
“Tell me about it,” she said, her green eyes bright with desire. She watched with unabashed hunger as Brody stripped out of his shirt. She loved the look of him, the way his torso narrowed just at the hip and flared out at the shoulder so that she could rest her head there when she needed to. She reached a hand out to touch the tattoo he’d put on his ribcage of the boy’s footprints. The inscription said: Always remember them like this. It was a reminder to them both that as parents it was their job to raise well-adjusted, respectful young men and to never forget how little they’d been once upon a time. To cherish every moment, no matter what age or stage their boys were in.
“This tattoo makes you look so damn sexy,” she smiled, pressing her lips to his flesh.
“I like your boobs,” Brody said, a boyish grin splitting his lips.
“You would,” she laughed.
“I’m serious,” he said, his blue eyes grinning with his smile. “They were wonderful before, but now that you’re nursing the boys, they call to me. I’ll catch you getting dressed in the morning or after a shower and all but bite my fingers off to keep from touching you.”
“You can touch me now,” she said, pulling him down to her. Brody wanted to do more than touch her. He wanted to consume her, to make her spontaneously combust. His hands actually shook when he placed them on her skin. Her body had gone through some serious changes in the last two months and Brody found those changes intoxicating. Her belly was soft where she’d carried the twins and stretch marks marked her body on her abdomen and breasts. He kissed her there, loving the feel of her warmth. It seemed she was always warm now, whether or not she was holding a baby. “I love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss just under her breast. Before she could respond, he closed his lips gently over her tight n****e, running his tongue over her flesh. He didn’t suckle or spend too much time on her n*****s, to keep her milk from running. He did make up for it in other ways though.
It’d been nine weeks since he’d taken her and the wait was next to killing him. Parting her robe completely, Brody just stared. Here was the woman who’d changed his life just by shopping with her family. That one single day, his whole life had done a 180 degree turn. Lying down beside her, Brody leaned close and took her mouth slowly, sliding his tongue over her lips. She met him hungrily, obviously as hungry as he was. Her hands found his chest and roamed over his skin, eventually finding the snap to his jeans. She undid them easily and slid her hand past his boxers, driving him half mad when her long, warm fingers circled him.
Before he knew it, she was straddling him, her breasts hanging over him as she worked his pants off. He touched them then, noticing the warm milk that dripped over his fingers. When she didn’t come back up right away, he realized she’d stopped to put her b*a back on. Already he knew he’d miss her breasts. He could sacrifice a year without them for his sons, couldn’t he? Grinning he pulled her back up to him, anxious to feel her now that they were both n***d.
The instant his tip touched her wet folds, Brody filled her. Gently he took her, letting her lead him as she rose up and slid back down. His c**k throbbed at the hot wetness and her body, the way she clenched around him drew moans from him he couldn’t keep in if he tried. She was a goddess and Brody figured he was lucky to have her. She cupped her own breasts, her breathless moans, stirring his own need. Pulling her close and tight, Brody reversed their direction so she was beneath him. Rocking just his hips back and forth, Brody filled her over and over again. They went slowly, each learning to love the other in a completely new way, post parenthood. Still, her warmth drove him mad as his mouth found hers. He pressed his thumb against her clit and had her hips bucking hard against his, taking him fully into her depths. Again and again Brody stroked her, giving her a rhythm that sent her spiraling out of control as her o****m rocketed through her. Unwilling to wait, Brody gripped her hips and almost violently pumped himself into her, his own o****m making him see stars as he tried to hold on to her.
She rolled to her side when he moved and Brody found a comfortable spot behind her, pulling her close. They stayed like that for a while before she turned to look at him. “Do you think it’ll always be like this with us?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you think we’ll always be this ravenous for s*x?”
“Probably not,” Brody said practically. “The boys will get older and our s*x life will probably go back to a steadier schedule. I’m not saying we won’t have this level of need or passion. I just think it’ll be easy to be intimate once the boys are a little older.”
“Oh,” she said, her face falling.
“Sarina,” Brody grinned. “Whether I have you two times a day or two times a month, I will always want you. I will always seek to pleasure you. That won’t ever change, no matter how often we’re together.”
“I just don’t feel sexy,” she said, finally voicing the concern he’d seen earlier.
“You should,” Brody encouraged. “You should feel on top of the world. You’re a hero. You’ve done something that somehow should be impossible and isn’t. You brought two, beautiful, healthy boys into the world. You turned our love into two tiny beings. Not to mention that you feed them from your own body. I’d give you the damn Nobel Peace Prize for achievements in scientific impossibilities if it was up to me.”
She laughed, a sound Brody had been waiting to hear. It wasn’t the sort of laugh that’s done in grace after a bad joke, but rather the full-on belly busting laugh that made him laugh along with her. “The Nobel Peace Prize,” she chortled. “God I love you. You always know what to say to make me laugh. How do you do that?”
“I’m your better half, as you are mine,” he grinned, capturing her mouth in a playful kiss. “Why don’t we go check on the boys and try to enjoy some quiet time downstairs?”
“Does quiet time include ice cream?”
“A smidge,” Brody agreed. “With bananas and chocolate syrup.”
“Yum,” Sarina smiled.
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