Braelyn’s POV

"Make a wish," someone called out from the crowd. Roselyn blinked at the candles like she was trying to understand what that meant.

Rhys who was standing close by then leaned in immediately. "Blow it!" he instructed, demonstrating dramatically how to blow the candles.

Raphael gently pushed him back. "Let her do it properly," he said with a stern expression that didn’t match his adorable face.

Lucien laughed quietly. "Alright, princess. Blow your candle everyone is watching." she nodded her small head then glanced at her daddy before turning to the cake again.

She took a deep breath puffing her small cheeks, which made her look like a cute chipmunk then blew... barely enough to make the flames flicker.

The twins rushed forward at the same time and finished the job for her, the candles went out and cheers erupted, filled with claps and whistles.

The camera clicked, capturing the moment.

Roselyn startled for a second, then broke into giggles, clapping her own hands as if she had done it all by herself. I laughed then, unable to hold it back

Rhys and Raphael took Roselyn’s hand. She didn’t cry with her brother but glanced at her father making sure he was there. Honestly, I was a bit jealous of Lucien but I would not blame him because he was very attentive to the children.

"She is truly adorable." Francesca chimed, clapping her hand while watching the children standing by the cake. "She is scared her daddy might run away."

"She is a daddy’s girl with her father’s temper. " I replied and Francesca laughed. Charlotte who was standing nearby shook her head in disbelief.

"I don’t want to imagine what she would be as a teenager." She laughed, and I couldn’t help but join in. "I doubt Lucien would let any boy break her heart. " My lips twitched imagining Lucien threatening her future boyfriends. That’s something he would definitely do

"She will be fine. She has 2 big brothers to protect her." I replied I shrugged off.

Rose was the centre of attention at her party everyone kept speaking about how adorable she was and trying to take a picture with her since she refused to leave her father’s arms

I later took a seat at the table when I got tired of standing. I sat there just watching everything with a smile, my gaze periodically drifting to the game areas where some of the children were playing worried someone might get hurt. There was this sense of satisfaction watching them.

I grew up as an only child and always wondered what it was like having siblings. Sure it was chaotic but fulfilling

From the corner of my eye, I saw someone approaching me. Yelena walked over and quietly took a seat beside me. She was almost 80 now but didn’t really look her age with that authoritative presence..

Yelena didn’t say anything at first and just quietly watched the party. "It’s a bit chaotic.." she mentioned. I glanced over to her.

Her gaze was locked on Lucien. "At times I still think of Nadia but I guess she would be happy seeing how happy her son is." Her voice trailed off.

I didn’t say anything, I just let her speak. "Thank you for making him happy. Before he met you, for a long while he only lived for revenge but now he seems lighter and different..." My heart squeezed at her words.

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"Thank you. He also makes me happy." I replied. Yelena nodded, holding her cane, and she finally glanced at me fully. I could see she still had something to say.

She hesitated for a while before she spoke. "I owe you an overdue apology. Your mother did make things difficult for Nadia but it was because of Natalia’s manipulation. Everything was her doing.." She paused, then said gently. "I’m sorry."

I reached for her wrinkled hand. "I already let go long ago. I’m happy now. " Natalia had destroyed lives but she got what she deserved, last I heard she was still in the mental asylum. Yelena was never going to let her die easily

A genuine smile crossed her face. She placed her hand in mine.

Raphael ran over and then grabbed my hand. "Mummy come over, let’s take pictures. " he pulled me away towards Lucien and the other children. Lucien gave me a warm smile. I could see he was getting tired of holding Rose.

"Rose honey, let mummy hold you. Daddy is tired." I said gently she looked reluctant at first, but eventually stretched out her hand. I took her in my arms and then stood beside Lucien.

Rhys was standing next to me with Raphael by his father’s side. "Are you ready?" The photograph was taken while standing with the camera in front. We already took several studio pictures but it wouldn’t hurt to take some at the event.

"READY.." Rhys and Raphael said simultaneously giving their best smile. The photograph was taken with the camera click. The picture of a family of 5 was captured.

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The bedroom door clicked shut behind me. I was exhausted to my bones after such a long day, but I still wasn’t able to fully relax until I had checked on all three children. Only after seeing their peaceful sleeping faces did I finally head to the bathroom, already peeling off my dress as I walked.

"God, I need a long hot shower," I grumbled, rubbing my sore neck..

The moment I pushed the door open, steam rolled out to greet me. Through the mist, I saw Lucien standing under the running water, head tilted back, his eyes closed. One hand was braced against the tile wall while the other stroked his thick, hard cock with slow, firm movements. A deep guttural groan slipped from his lips

Heat flooded between my thighs instantly.

He sensed me immediately. His eyes opened and locked onto mine with that familiar dark hunger. He turned fully toward me, giving me a clear view of his wet, muscled body and that heavy, throbbing cock standing proud against his stomach.

"Seems like you had a long day too," I said, my voice coming out breathier than I intended.

Lucien’s gaze dragged slowly down my body. "Too fucking long without you. Why don’t you come help me relieve some tension, Mrs Volkov?" His voice was low, husky, and full of promise. "I’ve been thinking about your tight pussy and soft moans all day."

I didn’t hesitate. I shed the rest of my clothes and stepped under the hot spray. The moment I was close enough, Lucien pulled me against him, kissing me hard. His cock pressed hot and insistent against my stomach.

"We barely had any time for each other lately," he murmured against my lips, voice low and rough. "I’ve been dying to be inside you."

His hands roamed over my wet skin as he kissed down my neck. When he reached my breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard before teasing it with his teeth. I moaned, fingers threading through his wet hair.

"Lucien..."

He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while his hand slid between my thighs, fingers gliding through my slick folds. I gasped at the intrusion. My folds squeezed against his fingers. It’s been a long time since we actually made love.

"So wet already," he growled. "This greedy pussy missed me, didn’t it?" his lips found my neck again. My head fell against the shower wall as I arched parting my legs for him.

I whimpered as two thick fingers pushed further inside me. My knees weakened, but he held me up easily, pressing my back against the cool tile while hot water continued to rain down on us.

He pumped his fingers deeper, curling them just right. "Tell me how much you want it," he said in a low seductive voice

"I need you," I gasped, rolling my hips against his hand. "Please..." I was already so wet and he had barely done a thing.

Lucien pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the thick head of his cock, rubbing it slowly up and down my slit, teasing my entrance.

"You want me to fill you up again?" he asked, his voice carrying a dark and filthy tone. "Want me to fuck another baby into this pretty pussy? We could aim for six total." he teased, I felt the heat of his tip nudging my entrance.

I let out a breathless laugh, even as desire pulsed through me. "Six? Lucien, we already have three. I am your wife, not a breeder, Mr Volkov."

" You can’t blame me for wanting more mini versions of my wife," He chuckled, the sound low with a wicked undertone, then he thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying himself deep inside me. We both groaned at the feeling.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, starting to move. "So tight and perfect for me." My hand grabbed his shoulders as the familiar feeling of having him in me filled me.

He fucked me against the shower wall with deep, steady strokes, one hand gripping my thigh, the other tangled in my wet hair. The sound of wet skin slapping together mixed with our moans and the steady spray of water.

Tonight was definitely going to be a long night.

******** The end*******

My new novel will hopefully be dripping next week. It will be a reverse harem werewolf book. I’m kind of nervous about it hope I see y’all there too. Arigato