Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 315: Mommy One, Mommy Three

–Lore–

I made sure the camera was properly positioned in the kids’ room. This time, they had set up in Sky’s bedroom, with a small indoor tent. Another one was placed beside it for Zendaya—she insisted on having her own.

The nanny’s room was located on the other wing of the house. I planted a bug in there. Just a bug. No camera.

We only wanted to hear what she might be reporting back to Tyrona.

Nothing more.

Anyway, the kids looked happy, playing around the room. It was their after-party. They had already finished dinner and taken their baths.

Alyssa was already in her pajamas, ready to tell the kids a bedtime story—while I, apparently, would be the one acting it out.

"Kiss bye, Mommy!" Sky said excitedly when Laura entered the room.

He ran toward her, and Laura bent down to receive Sky’s kiss. The twins followed immediately, giving her quick pecks on the cheek.

Andro remained inside the tent, watching them quietly.

"Daddy!" Zendaya squealed when Damien stepped into the room.

He knelt on the floor and opened his arms. Zendaya ran straight to him, kissing his cheek while Sky and Zayvier rushed in as well.

"Dada!" Sky suddenly shouted before running out of the room.

I followed him, watching as he knocked on the door just across the hallway.

Damon opened it.

The door closed behind them.

"Sky!" Andro called, running after him. "Sky!"

Moments later, Sky came out again, waving.

He grabbed Andro’s hand and led him back inside their room.

I tilted my head slightly.

Andro seemed to have developed some sort of fixation on Sky.

Probably because of his eyes. Rare purple.

The twins had heterochromia as well—unusual colors inherited from their father and their mother’s equally strange genetics.

Still, Sky and Andro had grown particularly close.

The kids eventually settled inside the tent after our little storytelling performance. Andro curled beside Sky almost immediately, clinging to him like a small shadow.

The nanny came by several times to check on him, making sure he was safe.

Jane intercepted her outside the room and spoke to her quietly. We let Jane handle that.

Andro deserved to enjoy the party like the others.

"Lights out," I announced.

I climbed onto the bed. Alyssa followed and immediately tried to snuggle against me.

I gently pushed her away and placed a pillow between us.

She pouted.

Then Zendaya climbed onto the bed and curled up beside Alyssa instead.

Perfect.

I closed my eyes.

Sleep came quickly.

But sometime later, when I turned onto my other side, something felt... wrong.

My eyes snapped open.

The door was slightly open.

I immediately sat up and looked toward the tent.

My heart skipped.

Two kids were missing.

–Livana–

My husband slept like a baby after three rounds of lovemaking. Just as I was about to go to bed—already dressed in my white sleeping gown—I felt the sudden urge to check on the children.

I opened the tablet to check the monitors. Sky had woken up suddenly, calling for me. Then he mentioned "foodie." I still wondered how he had woken up so casually in the middle of the night just to look for food.

Andro woke up as well, and the two of them came out of the room together. Sky giggled and led him toward the pantry on this floor, at the end of the hall.

I sighed and checked the maid’s room. I searched around the house to see if she was nearby, but she wasn’t.

Putting on my robe, I stepped out of the bedroom and approached the two boys just as Andro dragged a chair toward the cabinet to reach the handle. I stood behind them, arms crossed, quietly waiting to see what they would do next.

Somehow, Andro managed to open one of the doors of the double-door pantry, and Sky slipped inside.

Andro carefully climbed down from the chair. The moment his feet touched the floor, he stopped and stared at me.

He looked utterly surprised.

Sky turned around, saw me, and screamed—dropping the packet of biscuits in his hands.

"It’s already the middle of the night, Sky. You can’t eat."

"Ungry!" he pouted.

"You can’t eat that, baby. It’s sugary. And it’s chocolate."

I approached Andro and gently ruffled his hair.

"Hello, Andro."

He gaped up at me as I bent down.

"Don’t tell your mom that you saw me," I whispered, caressing his chin.

He nodded.

I went through the pantry and took a pack of oatmeal cookies—plain ones, not sugary at all. They would taste simple enough. Then I handed one to Sky.

I led the boys back toward the bedroom. Lore came out groggily and pointed at them.

"Oh, damn," he muttered.

"It’s alright. I’ve got them," I told him.

I brought the boys back to their bedroom. Sky climbed onto one of the small chairs made for them, and Andro did the same.

I took out two small tetra packs of fresh milk and handed one to each of them. Then I placed the cookies on a small plate and set it in front of them.

I squatted down, resting my arms over my folded knees, watching Andro.

He looked so much like his father.

Unfortunately, his father’s death had only been the result of business.

"You Sky’s Mama?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Are you dead?"

"I am dead," I told him calmly. "I’m only a ghost now, watching over Sky."

We paused when Lore suddenly snored loudly.

I watched Zendaya stir awake, grab a pillow, and place it over his face before snuggling back against Alyssa.

I found it rather funny.

"What will you tell your mom if she asks you about Sky’s mommy?" I asked Andro.

"Three mommies," he said, sipping his milk. "Mama, Tep-Mommy, and Tita-Mommy."

I clapped my hands softly.

"That’s right. Mama, Step-Mommy, and Mommy."

"Why so many mommies?" he asked curiously. "I only have Mommy."

"That’s because I’m already dead. Tita-Mommy takes care of Sky. Then his dad falls in love again. That becomes the new stepmother."

"Oh," he nodded.

I gently caressed Sky’s hair.

When they finished eating, I made them drink a little water. Then I let them watch a movie until they both fell asleep.

I tucked the blanket around them before heading back to my room.

I crawled onto the bed and snuggled against my husband.

Through the tablet, I watched the maid quietly sneak around the mansion.

My husband’s arms tightened around my waist.

"I know you’re tired," he muttered. "Just sleep already."

"I’m just monitoring the little nanny sneaking around the mansion," I replied softly. "She probably got lost."

But Choco was roaming the house. He growled at her, and she immediately rushed back to her room.

Choco eventually reached our wing chambers. He pushed the door open by raising his paws, then kicked it shut behind him.

Sky stirred in his sleep and patted the space beside him. Choco climbed onto the mattress, slid into the tent and snuggled with the children.

Now I was certain they were safe.

My husband rubbed my stomach slowly.

"Baby... did you just show yourself to Tyrona’s son?"

"I did."

I gently pushed him away for a moment, removing my robe and placing it beside the bed.

My husband immediately assumed I wanted another round, but I stopped him.

"We’ve had enough of that tonight, my love," I whispered.

"I know," he murmured. "But I want more. I’ve already recovered."

I giggled and cupped his face.

"Alright, my love. We can make love again... for more babies."

I kissed his forehead—his handsome, dangerous, almost ethereal face that had never once intimidated me.

My mother-in-law, Amilee, and my father-in-law, Hardin, truly had the perfect genes to create this man.

His lips crashed into mine, his hands possessively gripping my lower back as he pulled me closer—as though he wanted me forever tied to his body.

That was how possessive he was.

And tonight, I didn’t mind it at all.

–Sophia–

Somehow, Livana had finally given us permission to start making babies. In three months, Deanne would give birth. Livana even told me—very specifically—to take a two-year maternity leave once Kai and I successfully conceived.

I shrugged it off. Of course I’d take that offer. I was just trying to look cool.

When I told Kai about it, he was over the moon. We ended up making love immediately, and after that we made a plan—to make love every night. Or anytime we had free time.

After our first round, Kai walked around our hotel room completely naked, that thick, heavy, long soldier of his hanging and already hard again—ready for another war.

I bit my lower lip while he checked the curtains, dimmed the lights, and inspected every corner of the room for hidden cameras or anything suspicious.

Who would even watch us?

I mean, if anyone did capture our sexy moment, they could just drool in envy at how good he was in bed.

I glanced at my engagement ring beside our wedding band.

"Kai," I called.

"Yes, baby?" He bent down toward the fridge.

I grinned at his juicy ass.

Yeah... his body looked like one of those perfect sculptures in Greece. Damn. I wanted to squeeze those cheeks while he came inside me.

"Can you fuck me again and come inside me?"

He turned to me, then glanced down at his soldier, clearly eager for round two.

I giggled and pulled the sheet away from my body, spreading my legs.

He grabbed a bottle of electrolyte drink, opened it, and took a sip before swigging it toward his mouth. He drank half of it, then walked over and handed the bottle back to me.

I finished it while lying there with my arms stretched above my head, waiting for him.

He crawled over me, showering my face with kisses.

"You know what?" he murmured. "Forget resting. Let’s make love until you squeeze me dry."

I laughed and finally squeezed his butt.

He moaned as he pushed inside me.

A soft moan escaped my lips. It was easy for him to slide in—I was already slick and wet from watching my husband parade around our hotel room naked.

I squeezed his butt again while he laughed and thrust into me.

"Damn it. I love you," I whispered.

He growled—so sexily. His voice dropped deep in his chest, sending a shiver through me that made my body spasm around him.

He knew I was close.

His mouth moved to my breasts, sucking and teasing until I shattered beneath him, trembling as pleasure rushed through me.

I was still coming down when he followed, pushing deeper and holding himself there, not pulling away even after we both collapsed.

As if securing our future babies inside me.

The doorbell rang.

We ignored it.

Then loud, rapid knocks followed, making us both tense.

Kai gently pulled out, slipped on his boxers, and grabbed his robe. He tossed another robe toward me while he checked the peephole.

He signaled a gun gesture.

I rushed to the bedside drawer, grabbed my pistol, and checked it.

Kai opened the door.

Someone strolled inside casually.

I immediately raised the gun and pressed it against his forehead.

"Fucking Francis!" I hissed.

The two of them burst out laughing like maniacs.