Page 99 of Bratva King's Secret Twins
“For real,” I confirm, crossing my arms. “We’re going to see the monkeys just like I promised.”
Giogrins, tossing the book aside and finally switching off his flashlight. “Cool! I can’t wait!”
I walk over to his bed, bending down to kiss his forehead. “Goodnight, son.”
“Night, Dad,” he mumbles, already reaching for his book again. I give him a pointed look, and with a sigh, he sets it back down. “Fine, fine, goodnight for real.”
Satisfied, I straighten up and flick the nightlight on as I leave the room, closing the door behind me with a soft click. It’s a quiet moment, but as I stand in the hallway, listening to the soft sound of my kids settling down for the night, I feel a warmth in my chest I never thought I’d have.
Family. A year ago, the idea of being a father—of having this—felt like something I wasn’t capable of. But now, I can’t imagine my life without it.
I trudge down the dark, silent hallway, the faint flicker of candlelight guiding me towards our bedroom. The sound of Gwen’s restless pacing echoes off the walls, growing louder with each step I take.
I push the door open and step into a world of sensory overload. The air is thick with the scent of vanilla and lavender, the warmth of countless candles enveloping me.
My eyes are drawn to Gwen, standing by the bed in a delicate baby pink satin robe that hugs her curves in all the right ways with a hint of white lace peeking out. Her emerald-green eyes sparkle like precious jewels as she holds out a small pink box to me, her lips curling into a coy smile.
As I gently close the door behind me, she shifts on her feet, nervously biting the corner of her lip. Her eyes light up as I take a step forward.
“What’s all of this?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at the pink box placed in front of me.
Gwen's smile widens as she pushes the box closer to me. “Open it.”
I do as she says, lifting the lid and revealing an array of delicious-looking donuts. A small note is taped to the top of the box. In Gwen’s neat handwriting, it reads:I don’t want to grow this baby bump alone!
It takes me a second to register what I’m seeing. My eyes widen and flick back and forth from the crumpled note in Gwen's hand to the small, gift-wrapped box sitting in front of me on the table. “Wait…are you saying…?”
Her smile widens even further as she nods, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “Baby number three, Nik.”
For a moment, all I can do is stare at her, my heart racing and my mind trying to process this unexpected news. A rush of emotions floods through me—shock, joy, and a shit ton of excitement. “We’re having another baby?”
“Yeah,” she laughs, her voice shaky with emotion. “We are.”
I blink, trying to wrap my head around it, the excitement threatening to bubble over, and I let out a breathless laugh, pulling her into my arms. “Holy shit,” I whisper, burying my face in her neck. “I’m freaking out.”
“Me too,” Gwen giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck, holding me tight.
Our laughter mingles, filling the room with a warmth that feels almost tangible. I pull back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, those captivating emerald orbs that have always held me spellbound. “You’re sure?” I ask, my voicebarely above a whisper, still trying to grasp the reality of it all.
She nods, her smile softening as she brushes a strand of hair away from my face. “Positive. I took the test this morning. Two lines, just like last time.”
A surge of pride and love washes over me, and I feel my chest swell with emotion. “Another little one,” I murmur, almost in disbelief. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
She blushes, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue that makes her even more beautiful.
She steps back just enough to untie the sash of her robe. The fabric falls open, revealing the delicate lace of her lingerie underneath. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of her, glowing with a new kind of radiance.
She reaches for me, her hands sliding under my shirt to press against my bare skin. “How do you want to celebrate, Daddy?”
I let out a shaky breath against her lips. “Keep calling me daddy and I’m going to make it rough.”
Gwen chuckles, and I groan softly as she begins to unbutton my shirt, her fingers deft and sure. “Take this off,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my collarbone as she works.
I comply, shrugging out of my shirt and tossing it aside. My hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer until our bodies are flush against each other. The feel of her, warm and soft, sets my blood on fire, and I can’t help but press my lips along her jawline, tasting the salt of her skin.
Gwen tilts her head, giving me better access, and I take full advantage, nuzzling her neck, my tongue darting out to trace the curve of her ear. She gasps, her body arching into mine, and I feel a surge of triumph. “You like that?” I murmur, my voice dripping with desire.
“Yes,” she breathes, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. “More. Please.”