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Kara jumps up and shouts, “Twins! Twins! You’re having twins!”
West looks to me and shakes his head, remembering that was nearly the same reaction he had.
“Oh,” she says, disappointed. She sits back down.
“You’ve got to be shitting me. Triplets. Fucking triplets!” North screams happily. The penny dropped quickly once the twins were off the table.
The whole table erupted in laughter and hugs and kisses and congratulations.
“How far along are you?” Danika asks.
“Eight weeks. But don’t worry, I’ll start work tomorrow. I’m pregnant, not ill.” I caught West’s eyes, and there was a warning in them, but he wouldn’t stop me even if he wasn’t happy about it. “As long as I am careful and do everything I’m told, we will all be fine.”
Chapter 55
West
I’msittingonthebalcony looking over the city, watching the planes take off and land at the city airport. When I moved in here, I knew it wouldn’t be forever. With a beer in my hand, I say farewell to the view I had become quite fond of. With work and so many other things going on, I don’t think I’ll get this chance again over the next few weeks before we move. Remembering the night Sutton and I had a huge row and she asked if I was Agent 007.
My mouth turns up to a smile and a small chuckle escapes. God, she’s a firefly. I remember the evenings we’ve sat with my hand on her tummy, watching and feeling the trio grow inside her. At four months pregnant, we decided to move out of the apartment and buy a house. One with a garden and enough bedrooms for the babies. We don’t know what sex they are, and we don’t want to find out. We do know that they are not identical which I was so relieved at. Having three was going to be tough but not being able to tell them apart? I might as well have booked myself into the hospital from birth.
We looked around at so many houses and couldn’t find anything that we both loved until my mum asked if we wanted to move back with her. I wasn’t sure at first, but Sutton was positive that that’s where she wants us to raise our children.
So, that’s what we are doing. Sutton is happy, my mum is happy, and there will be enough aunties and uncles around to help out.
Kara is still there, and so is North. After all the shit she went though, Kara’s landlord wanted her out. He’d been hounded by the press, and then the council caught on to him subletting to her.
I still don’t know what the real story is between Kara and North. They’ve had their ups and downs but won’t spill the beans, and when Sutton asks Kara, she says they are just 'good friends'.
Mark seems to be at the house a lot these days. He and Mum have developed a deeper friendship than before, that much is clear, but are they in a relationship? Well, that is something we will wait to find out.
So, tomorrow, we move out and on to new beginnings together. Sutton’s been packing all week.
“West? What time are the movers coming tomorrow?”
“About noon. Why?” I reply.
“Which movers did you hire?” she asks.
“The ones from last time.” I know exactly where she’s going with the line of questioning.
“Oh, okay.”
“Why? What’s wrong? You still want to move, don’t you? Are you getting cold feet?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her waist, resting my hands on our babies.
“Erm, no but I don’t want to be here when the movers come.” I can feel the heat in her face, so I turn her around and kiss her.
“It’s okay, beautiful.Thatbox was moved last week. I took it over when I went to see North. I did keep one thing back here, though.” All it takes is a smile and a wink, and she is putty in my hands.
I move my hand up to her face and join our lips together. She always tastes so good. A moan escapes from her mouth as our tongues collide. I move to nipping her ear and kissing down her throat as her neck is exposed. Fuck, she is so sexy. I can feel my dick fighting with my boxers, and we’ve not even started yet.
Her hands roam over my body, her fingertips tracing the outline of my abs, and when she drags her finger down the V, it drives me crazy. I pick her up in both arms and carry her through to the bedroom. We’ve fucked on every surface in this apartment, but for our grand finale, it needs to be the bed. I want it to be special and something she remembers for a long time.
“Take off all your clothes, lie back on the bed, and open your legs, Sutton,” I demand, and she follows. She knows the score. She will do what she’s told, or she’ll be punished.
I grab four ties off the dresser and use one to pin her arms above her head. I take two more ties, and I lock down her ankles. The last one is the special one. The blindfold. Once everything is set, I leave the room. I can hear her talking to me, asking me to come back, asking where I’ve gone. I just smile. I’ll go back soon but for now, the tension needs to build.
I stand at the door watching her writhe against the restraints her head shaking back and forth and, fuck, it turns me on. Butt naked, I enter the room, but she doesn’t hear me or sense me until my fingers slide up her slit gently and slowly. I blow gently and watch as her back arches. After a few more gentle blows over her nipples and a well-positioned finger slipped inside, she comes like a fucking steam train.
