Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1252: Extra Story (2) The Father of Three Children

Chapter 1252: Chapter 1252: Extra Story (2) The Father of Three Children

When Dianna Hollis was dropped, she let out a startled cry, and her small hands instinctively clung tightly to Mort Thorne’s neck, exclaiming, "My belly! Mort, my belly!"

He was heavy-handed, but he needed to be careful not to hurt the baby inside her belly.

Mort found it amusing. His large palm was protecting her slender waist, and there was a pile of soft bedding behind her, so she wouldn’t fall.

With him here.

How could he bear to drop her?

"Keep yelling, you’re about to drive me crazy!" Mort Thorne hovered over her without pressing on her abdomen, burying his head in her neck and taking in her scent, indulging.

Dianna Hollis felt a wave of relief, yet her small hands were still around his neck. Her rosy lips landed soft kisses on his cold, handsome cheek, whispering softly, "Mort, you should hold back, okay?"

She even raised her small hand to ruffle his short hair.

"Let go!" Mort sat up and scolded her. She was getting bolder, touching his head like he was a dog.

Dianna stuck out her pink tongue, thinking he might act all high and mighty, but in the end, a Tibetan Mastiff is still just a dog!

"How long has it been since you touched me?" Mort looked down at her beautiful face.

Dianna counted with her fingers, a little smug, "Two months."

Damn!

Mort sighed heavily, his body pressed down on hers, engulfing her completely.

"Hey, get up, you’re crushing my belly!"

"Those little rascals, let them have a few more months. Soon, I’ll deal with them and their mom together!" he muttered with playful ferocity.

Dianna felt sweetness welling up inside her like honey, and she reached out to stroke his short hair again. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Mort nestled into her soft neck, never getting enough before moving to nuzzle her ear lobe, "Dianna, I really want you."

A shiver ran through Dianna’s body; his deep voice was stirring her.

Damn temptation!

Mort snuggled for a while before getting up. Though he teased, he knew his limits. Having a child later in life made him more anxious than anyone.

He got off the bed, heading towards the bathroom for a cold shower.

Dianna watched the man’s strong back, her bright eyes swirling with thoughts. Was he changing?

He’s been back for a month now, hugging her to kiss and sleep every night, yet no other demands.

He hadn’t been like this before.

Hmm.

Dianna clutched her belly, letting out a soft sound.

Mort paused, immediately turning back, placing his large hand on her rounded belly, nervously rubbing it, "Did I hurt you earlier?"

Dianna lay on the bed, her black hair spread out on the white pillowcase, looking at him without speaking, her face flushed.

Mort was perceptive, instantly noticing something was off with her.

Her coy demeanor was tantalizing.

Mort’s Adam’s apple moved up and down twice, his brows slightly raised, showing a mature man’s alluring charm, "Are you pretending?"

Dianna nodded.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

Dianna, nervous and shy, heart racing, braced herself on the bed and sat up, gently kissing his lips.

Mort narrowed his eyes slightly, his large hand cupping the back of her head, quickly taking control.

Though she took the first step, he seemed ready to consume her whole.

The sound of water was all over, enough to make one blush, and the temperature in the room skyrocketed.

Mort lay her down, kissing her while undoing the buttons on his military uniform, his gruff voice filled with joy and affection, "Miss your husband?"

Dianna shyly embraced his sturdy waist, calling out softly, "Husband, are you turning into a vegetarian?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Your husband can’t give up on you, both baby and wife need care!"

"..."

Colonel Mort Thorne’s love talks are... rough.

But sweet!

Pregnancy is tough, and he couldn’t bear to have her serve him any longer.

...

Suddenly, Dianna was 12 weeks pregnant; today, she went to the military hospital for an ultrasound.

The same obstetrics director; she was startled seeing Dianna’s belly, "Mrs. Colonel, last time you came, it was too early to tell, but looking now, you’re carrying... twins!"

Twins?

Those three words exploded in Dianna’s ears. No wonder, no wonder her belly was so big!

She was stunned for a few seconds and then scrambled off the single bed, putting on her shoes, and rushed out.

"Mrs. Colonel, where are you going, run slower!" the doctor called out as she chased from behind.

Dianna ran out of the military hospital, heading for the training ground.

"Mrs. Colonel, the Colonel is inside training, do you have an urgent matter?" the guard asked.

Dianna nodded vigorously, "Yes, it’s urgent."

The guard quickly opened the iron gate.

Dianna ran inside, on the training ground; a group of men were exercising, shirts off, wearing only military pants below.

In the middle of winter, they were doing push-ups, forehead sweaty from the heat.

One, one, one-two-one...

Their chants were loud and clear.

Dianna scanned the field with her eyes, Mort was at the front, doing push-ups as well, his upper body bare, his bronze skin glistening with healthy sheen, small beads of sweat trickling down his solid muscles, slipping past his eight-pack abs into the V line.

His powerful waist held by a black belt, his explosive physique enough to make one have a nosebleed.

"Colonel Mort!" Dianna called out.

All the soldiers instantly turned to look, numerous eyes on her.

"Look, Mrs. Colonel has arrived!"

"Wow, she’s so beautiful, hearing it doesn’t do justice, no wonder the Colonel keeps her hidden, out of sight."

"Stop staring, if you dare look any longer, the Colonel will kill you with his gaze."

Mort rose, seeing her, his eyes darkened, reaching for his camouflage uniform, pulling it over his head, beads of sweat scattered, his bangs flattened by sweat, making the tightly clothed man irresistibly attractive.

He strode over to Dianna, frowning in displeasure, "Comrade Dianna Hollis, what’s going on?"

This was the training ground, after all, and he was a Colonel.

"Yes, there’s an issue."

"Speak loudly, if you dare talk nonsense, I’ll punish you!"

Dianna quickly stood in a military posture, shouted, "Report to Colonel, I just rushed from the hospital, I’m carrying twins!"

She spoke word by word with conviction.

She said she’s carrying twins.

Mort’s tall body stiffened; his sharp gaze traveled downward, landing on her belly, "What do you mean? Two?"

"Report to Colonel, exactly two!"

Damn!

Mort never dreamed Dianna would be pregnant with twins. Now that Dot was brought over, attending school in the military region courtyard, now twins, suddenly he was the father of three kids.