Chapter 30

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Phoebe – Four and a Half Years Later

I smile as I put my veterinary certificate on my bedside table, feeling proud that I finally have my degree and that I'm now a licensed vet. I place my hand on my stomach, close my eyes, and breathe. Our whole family is downstairs to celebrate, and I just need a little breather.

It's been a difficult four years, being a full-time wife and mother, and attending veterinary school.

Who knew my husband was so jealous and possessive?

So many times he showed up to stake his claim, I still giggle at the thought. It's been nearly five years of marriage, and I'm still all he sees. I never thought it would happen; I thought he'd get bored, but he proved me wrong. He's bound by me as much as I'm bound by him now, and I couldn't imagine my life without him.

I hear footsteps and turn to see my man walk into our room. He looks at me and smiles.

"There's my graduate. Your father was wondering where you were."

I smile. My father and I are finally close again. It took a long time, but he's been amazing. Selene, however, is not in my life, much to her dismay. I know she sought out help with all her problems years ago and is attending meetings regarding her drug abuse. She wants to reconnect, but I'm not there yet. She's only just started to try to contact me by phone these past few months.

Before that, she had been calling and messaging Alex for years, which escalated when she found out we had a baby. But he knew me well, because I wasn't ready then, and I'm just not ready now. I mean, she tried to sell me. I know my father has been by her side since she entered rehab years ago, and his new wife is supportive, but he knows not to push me. I know Selene has a steady job and an apartment that she paid for by herself, this time in a better neighborhood than the one my father went to see her in before going to rehab, but again, I'm just not ready; a lot of water under the bridge, and all that.

Maybe one day.

I nod and walk over to him, pushing thoughts of my sister away and wrapping my arms around his waist. I lean my head on his chest and ask, "Where are the kids?"

He chuckles. "With Juan, if my mother hasn't stolen them yet."

I snort. Our oldest, Vladimir, is nearly four years old, and he's a carbon copy of his daddy. Our second oopsie baby, Nicholas, who is two and a half, was conceived not long after his big brother was born, and he is a carbon copy of me. Alex was one proud man, especially since I was on the contraceptive shot. It took a while for him to calm me down because I knew that's what the women he slept with were on, and he had to show me all the paperwork on his mistresses to prove he didn't father a child with someone else. That was the only time I brought back what he did to me. I barely ate for a week after that because of the guilt.

I promised him I wouldn't bring it back up once we had our talk, but I did, and the only reason I didn't eat for a week was because that's how long it took for him to convince me it was okay. He ended up getting his mom, Sofia, Abby, and Avery involved.

Then we have our third child, Michalis. He's one, and takes after both of us. I told Alex no more children, even though I want a little girl, but I want to get my practice up and running before anything else. I'm still hunting traffickers, much to my husband's dismay, and I can't do that while pregnant, and he can't fight me on it because, well, he's also a cold-blooded killer for the Mafia and Bratva, and is now underboss for his brother, after Sergi stepped down. Damian and Alex fought him tooth and nail; they wanted him right where he was, but Sergi had bigger plans, even though it took him a while to accept them.

And as usual, Alex's super sperm doesn't listen to what I want. Despite the shot and condoms, he still managed to knock me up again. I'm so going to miss my leather. I look up at him when he looks down; his brows furrow when he sees my face.

"What's the matter, malen'kaya ptitsa ?" he asks while running a finger over my brows.

I look him in the eyes and say, "Maybe this one's a girl."

His brows shoot up, and the biggest smile appears ,before he crushes his lips to mine, picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, my dress pushing up my body in the process, and he pushes me against the wall. His right-hand runs down my body to my underwear while his left stays on my butt, holding me up. He rips my underwear from my body, then quickly undoes his belt. He pulls his hard cock out, places it at my entrance, and thrusts it in. I moan, but he quickly covers my mouth with his so no one hears us as he fucks me hard and fast, making my insides quiver and tighten around him. He goes harder and harder, and when his thumb finds my enlarged clit, he squeezes it tight. I come, screaming into his mouth.

Alex thrusts eight more times, then moans, before filling me up. He keeps moving his hips slowly, ensuring all of his cum is in me despite already being pregnant.

He leans his head on my shoulder and says, "I fucking love you so much. Thank you, sweetheart, for giving me you and our children. Thank you for forgiving me and being my whole world."

A tear runs down my cheek, and he kisses it away, then kisses me nice and slow, making love to my mouth. I can feel him harden again, and I smile into his mouth, making him chuckle into mine. He starts to move in and out of me slowly. His hand goes back to my clit, and he starts to rub quick, tight circles on it, pressing harder in time with his thrusts.

I feel the pressure in my belly and know I'm about to come again. He thrusts faster while his mouth continues to move with mine as he pinches my clit, and I squirt all over his dick, making him come with a groan in my mouth.

He pulls out of me, still holding me up and whispers, "Fuck, I love when you squirt," making me snort. He places my feet back on the ground, ensuring I'm steady after my two orgasms, then uses my torn underwear to clean me up. He's really got to stop ruining my underwear. He sees the look on my face and smirks, making me shake my head, before he places a loving kiss on my belly, making me smile wide, my underwear forgotten.

Our fourth kid, and he's still just as excited as he was with our first. He puts his cock away, which has started to get hard again. How is that even possible?

I frown a little, making him chuckle. I can't help it. I swear each pregnancy makes me hornier than the last, fricking hormones. He kisses my forehead, and then starts to drag me, literally dragging me, down the two flights of stairs with a pep in his step, making me chuckle. He turns his head to me, smirking, then continues to drag me.

As we get to the bottom step, he pulls me to stand in front of him, and he whistles to get everyone's attention. See, fourth child and still just as excited.

They all look this way, and Sofia cheers, "About time the guest of honor showed up. You have all night to get jiggy," making me blush like a fucking tomato.

I narrow my eyes at her, and she smirks at me. Then, we both laugh outright, making everyone chuckle at our antics. Alex kisses the top of my head, and places a hand against my stomach.

"Baby number four is cooking, people. Who wants to bet it's a boy again?" I laugh at his antics while our family screams out in joy as my babies all run to me, except for Michalis. He crawls over, and I pick him up. Alex has our other two boys in his arms, smiling wide. I lean into him and look at all our family.

I feel complete and grateful that I was bound by Alex. This life was always meant to be mine, and I'd never been happier.

This is my home.