Chapter 20
Mariya
“Why do we need so much? We aren't far from the beach,”
Rurik said with a frown but nodded to Maksim to grab the second bag.
“There are nappies, wipes, water, cotton wool, cream, a changing mat, snacks, change of clothes, towels—”
Orla said, rattling off the list.
“Okay, okay,”
Maksim said abruptly, cutting her off. “How hard can it be?”
Orla glared at him but I chuckled at the trio who were taking Alexei and Tatiana to the beach. Rurik held Tatiana while Artyom held Alexei, and Maksim left to hold the bags.
“Do you want me to show you how to open the pram again?”
Orla said tightly.
“No, we can figure out how to operate a simple stroller,”
Maksim snapped at her.
Those two needed to fuck or fight, probably both.
I held Orla’s arm in case she went for him. Rurik moved in to kiss my cheek while Tatiana wrapped her arm around my neck. I kissed her before moving to kiss Alexei. They both looked excited to go to the beach.
“Be good for Daddy,”
I said to them, waving as they headed towards the black SUV.
“They won't last,”
Orla said through clenched teeth since she was smiling for the sake of the twins as she waved at them.
“They might. There are three grown-ass men, and the beach is five minutes away,”
I said optimistically.
“Exactly,”
Orla said with a grin. “I hope Alexei takes a leak on Maksim’s face.”
“Why don't you two just fuck and get it over with? The tension is killing me,”
I said, grinning when my words earned me a glare.
“How about you tell me what you two get up to in the basement, and I will think about it?”
she said with a sly look.
After ‘breeding season’ was over, I moved into the master bedroom, but we still went to the basement daily for some fun ‘milking’ time. After three weeks, we settled into a routine, and today, while the men had the children, we were looking at wedding dresses.
“Will you be my matron of honour?”
I asked, hoping to distract her.
Her eyes widened, and she screamed. The remaining men glanced at us, looking for danger, but relaxed when there was none.
“Yes! I would love to…wait, you won't have any bridesmaids,”
she said with a frown.
“I’m not fussed,”
I said with a shrug before looking at the ring on my finger.
“Aye, that's some rock he bought you,”
she said softly. “I’m happy for you, Mariya.”
“Thanks, Orla. You left everything to come with us,”
I said, hugging her. “Thank you.”
“Not much to leave,”
she said with a sigh but hugged me tightly. “You are my family.”
“Finally, an older sibling who wants me,”
I said with a sigh of my own. It felt like years and years since I left my family, but it made me appreciate my freedom even with Rurik railroading me.
Orla patted my back before pulling away.
“Come on, we have Rurik’s credit card to use. Let’s do some damage,”
I said with an evil smile, thinking of everything Rurik had done to me since he kidnapped us all.
I managed to secure most of our accessories, but we decided we would need to visit the two bridal shops for the dresses. Rurik sent so many snaps and videos of them all having fun on the beach. Alexei and Tatiana had a constant smile on their faces.
There was one with Rurik wearing swim shorts and holding both the twins. He stood tall and proud, looking at whoever took the picture. All three of them were smiling, and the twins looked adorable in their matching bathing outfits. My ovaries were exploding, and I glanced at Rurik’s dick, but the dark shorts did little for his usual bulge.
“Come on, just tell me already. What’s in the basement?”
Orla said, looking at the picture over my shoulder.
I rolled my eyes at her.
“I will tell you once you bang Maksim out of your system,”
I said with a snicker. At least we have narrowed the dresses down. I hope they can get them done in time for the wedding.”
“What's the rush? Are you pregnant?”
Orla said with a chuckle.
When I didn't respond, she gawked at me.
“Noooo! He did it again?”
she gasped.
“Well, I don't know for sure yet,”
I said with a shrug.
“Mmm, actually, it will be a nice gap between the siblings,”
she said with a smile. “God, they were so tiny when they were born.”
“I know I was terrified. I don't think I would have managed them both without you,”
I said, squeezing her hand.
“All I did was give you some time to rest,”
she said modestly. “He is a brilliant Da, though.”
“Aye, he is,”
I said in an Irish accent before perving on the picture again.