"??? ?????? ????? ???? ?????, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck.
"You think so?" He asks.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw.
When he says that I feel my heart do a million f...
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THE TWINS LAY in my arms sound asleep as Zamira paces around our bedroom, folding their laundry while on the phone with Justina.
Her eyes occasionally move to where I am then back to what she's doing as she finalizes everything for next week.
That's right fuckers It was a week before our wedding.
"No we did that last week..." Zamira says replying to whatever was being said on the other end. She hums and nods a few times before saying her goodbyes then puts her phone down onto the dresser.
"Are your arms not tired?" She asks, tilting her head. Her hair in a messy bun, her yoga pants and tank top outlining her beautiful hourglass body she'd been working out for in the past few months.
It's crazy how soon she'd gotten back into working out and into her long imagined shape when the doctors gave her the green light. Not only that but she managed to time everything out perfectly so that she could be there for the twins and I and focus on the wedding.
"No," I reply, I never got tired holding them. Although they were now a few months old and gaining a little more weight my arms managed.
God they were growing fast.
Soon enough they'd be carrying weapons and going off with their husbands and wives.
"Hmph," she replies, walking towards me and grabbing them to place them in the cribs on either side of our bed.
"1 more week," she hisses placing her legs on either side of my body. My hands move to her hips and drag her in closer so that she's right on top of my groin.
"One more week until you're locked in," I smirk pulling her in for a kiss. She sucks on my bottom lip and pulls it out, sticking her tongue into my mouth.
My growl is swallowed by her harsh kisses, my fingers digging into her soft and delicate skin as she begins grinding against me.
What the fuck...
"Keep quiet unless you want to wake them up," she softly pants as groans fill the room. As if on cue two loud cries fill the room causing Zamira's head to drop on my shoulder.
"Fuck. Remind me why we haven't given up on this again," she purses her lips. I chuckle and turn us over so that I'm hovering over her. "Because we love our kids and want to watch them grow and succeed," I repeat the words she had said to me the other day.
"If we manage to get them to sleep in their room tonight maybe we'll finish what we started," I grind myself against her, watching her eyes roll back. She nods.
"Great. Now hurry up and feed our children before I decide to rip myself apart from their screams," I tap her ass and kiss her neck.
