Luke
Phase two was almost complete. My alarm was set for another seeding session, and given Bella hadn’t opened her eyes yet, it was a go for four a.m. I stayed embedded inside her as I peeled the Velcro straps off, one at a time.
Her faint moan as I lowered each leg had me massaging the muscle beneath.
“There. All done for now,” I whispered.
After working both legs loose, I held her, keeping my weight balanced on my knees and elbows. I didn’t want to crush my seed as it attempted to burrow its way into that soft, spongy egg.
I wished them well as I buried my face into the crook of their mother’s neck.
“You should come with a health warning,” she murmured, her hands roving up and down my sweat-slicked back.
Proof that I still had it.
Yes, my leg muscles ached slightly, but my core was strong.
Her hands moved down to my buttocks.
“Hm,” she said sleepily. “I like these.”
I smiled and kissed her neck.
“Once you walk down that aisle, you’ll own them,” I whispered.
“We should talk dates.”
I chuckled, my chest shaking beneath her, and she arched her back to press those beautiful tits against me. I couldn’t wait to see droplets of milk leak from those perfect nipples one day. Apparently the areolas expanded first.
She was rushing phase three, and I loved it.
I turned my face and kissed her—long, deep, and hard, my tongue fucking her mouth until her breath turned ragged again.
My Bella. Beautiful in every way possible.
I held her until she fell asleep, and even then I didn’t pull out. Not even when I softened.
“Sleep, my precious girl. Rest while you can.”
Phase Operation Baby Newbury was still ongoing.
Or it would have been, until I heard the floorboards creak.
Zach.
I eased another pillow beneath Bella’s ass and slid out of her. I waited, but nothing followed. I pumped my fist in silent victory and swiftly climbed off the bed to hunt down a pair of shorts.
I opened the door a crack to see Zach standing with his ear pressed against Amber’s door. I slid out of the room and walked down the hallway.
I cleared my throat and nearly laughed when I saw him jump. Disgust and malice were written all over his face. The dipshit probably didn’t know how to mask his own emotions—useful, since it meant the enemy couldn’t exploit them, but useless for hiding much of anything from me.
“What you doing there, champ?” I drawled.
“None of your business,” he snapped, striding past me toward his own room.
“If you’re going to eavesdrop, do it at your mother’s door. You might learn a few things, if you know what I mean,” I said, winking at him.
He paused at his doorway and looked as if he might actually be sick. Then he vanished inside. I began to chuckle, but the sound died fast when I caught faint hiccups drifting from further down the hall. I inched forward and listened to Amber crying quietly behind her own door.
That dumb piece of shit had more personality than Gollum, but that didn’t give him the right to upset Amber. I raised my hand to knock, then paused—what could I actually say or do to help her right now?
I glared at the golden boy’s door.
I couldn’t upset Bella over the holidays either. All I could do, for now, was watch him carefully and try to rein him in before he did something we’d all regret.
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Bella was a feeder. The way she moved. The way she cooked, the way she fed others—it could be easy to overlook, but I saw everything.
I listened to her hum as she moved from the fridge to the cooker.
Orange juice gushed from the carton into the glass jug, reminding me of how she’d squirted all over me earlier this morning.
She was happy and sated. Her belly needed filling now, but this time with food.
Zach and Amber sat at the table. Zach stared sullenly at Amber while she had her nose buried in a thick book. I knew exactly which buttons to press to draw his attention away from her.
I crept up behind Bella and swept her hair to one side, exposing that sexy neck.
“Hm,” I hummed, kissing along it until I reached her cheek. “My sexy little mama. I could just have you squirt all over me again.”
She began to giggle, covering her mouth as she tried to push me away. That didn’t deter me. I gripped her hips so she could feel exactly how serious I was.
I side-eyed Zach, who looked as if he were locked inside his own personal hell.
Good. The little pissant. Upsetting my new daughter.
“Let me help you, beautiful,” I murmured, as Isabella broke free.
“I’m going to give the kids their food first,” she said, smiling.
“Of course,” I said, lifting one of the plates.
She walked around to Zach and set his food down. I stepped behind Amber and placed her plate in front of her.
“How did you sleep?” she asked, brushing his hair away from his forehead.
Zach’s eyes met mine.
Yes. I’m watching you watch me.
“Wonderful,” he said, with a tight smile that made him look constipated.
I rested a hand on Amber’s shoulder, and his eyes widened to critical level, shoulders twitching like he might actually stand. But no. He stayed seated. We both knew he couldn’t do or say a thing in front of Bella.
I smiled at him.
This was fucking delicious.
“Put your book away for now, poppet,” I murmured.
Her curls bounced as she turned to smile at me before closing her book.
Such a sweet child.
I went to fetch our food while Bella gathered the drinks. Amber had set the table—it was only Zach who’d contributed absolutely nothing. Even Gollum had brought Christmas gifts.
I kept my attention on my girls, but watching Zach rage-eat his breakfast was highly entertaining. He might make a good sport one day.
Bella’s foot rubbed against my leg.
My attention instantly shifted to her.
I loaded some buttered toast with protein and fed it to her. When a few crumbs lingered on her lower lip, she licked them away herself. I needed to move the next seeding session up, as soon as breakfast was over.
Zach, the freeloading prodigal child, could clean up after.