Page 169 of Wicked Savage Cruel
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It’sclose to midnight when I make it home, having caught a ride with Allie. I creep inside the house, careful to keep my steps silent as I slip off my shoes and coat and leave them near the door. I wash my face and slip into my sleep shorts and tank that I left in the bathroom before making my way to my room.
Luis is curled up in the middle of my bed, Emilio beside him. As I slip inside, the soft glow from Luis’s night light shows me that Emilio is fast asleep. I chew on my bottom lip before deciding to leave well enough alone for one night. I slip beneath the covers, curling around my son as my feet accidentally brush up against Emilio’s.
His eyes jerk open. Dark brown pools meet my own and a small smile curls his lips before he’s forced to stifle a yawn. “How long was I out?” he whispers.
“I just got home, so probably not long.”
He nods and turns to sit up, but I reach out and wrap my fingers around his hand before he has the chance to. He frowns, a look of confusion on his face as his eyes flick from my hand to my face. “Stay,” I whisper.
His frown deepens and he hesitates.
“Please.”
He nods and slips back beneath the covers, facing me with Luis between us. We stare at one another for several minutes, the silence between us heavy, but neither of us brave enough to break it.
I wrap one arm around Luis, Emilio following suit, his arm carefully covering my own. I close my eyes and force myself to relax. To not overthink this moment and for once to just let it be.
SEVENTY-EIGHT
Bibiana
Iwake up to a heavy weight in my face and shift my body, attempting to dislodge whatever it is that’s trying to smother me. A baby giggle greets me and the next thing I know Luis is sitting up, letting me breathe for a quick second before he decides to body slam my face again.
Ompf.
“Hey, little man,” Emilio’s sleep heavy voice cuts through my own early morning fog. “We gotta be nice to Momma.” Luis giggles again, content to use me as a cushion before shoving his face between my breasts, his way of demanding to be fed.
I groan and roll to my side, tugging my top down to expose my breast without even realizing what I’m doing. Emilio sucks in a breath and my eyes jump to his right as Luis latches on and decides to be extra sweet with a quick scrape of his teeth—the only two he has—to remind me I kept him waiting. I bite down on my bottom lip and glare at him. “Bite Momma again and she might just cut you off,” I warn.
He ignores me, of course. Almost a year old now, he’s decided to become a boob barnacle every chance he gets. “Sorry,” I say sheepishly. “I wasn’t thinking when—“
Emilio cuts me off. “You don’t have to hide, you know?”
My cheeks heat. “I know.” But I have been. Whenever Luis has needed to be fed, I’ve slipped into my room for privacy. Not because I feel like I need it, but because… Well, I don’t know why. But nursing him with Emilio present has always felt intimate in a way I can’t quite describe.
“How was work?” he asks, casually changing the subject.
“Long. Slow.”
“How’d you sleep?”
I yawn but manage to push through a grin. “Good. But not as long as I’d have liked,” I complain. Luis likes to wake up around seven, so without looking at the clock I know it must be around that time.
“Why don’t I—"
“Bibi!” Sofia bursts through the door without a care in the world as any middle-schooler would do. “Is he awake.”
I chuckle. “Yes, he’s awake.”
She flicks her gaze to Emilio and raises a single brow. “Why are you in here?”
“Because I’m spending time hanging with my boy,” Emilio says smoothly.
Sofia doesn’t look convinced. “Did you sleep in here?”
The next thing I know Roberto and Antonio are poking their heads in the door too. “Hey have you seen—oh.” Both brothers pause. I turn away, my cheeks heating as I pray they can’t all see my tits on display.
