57

After Odran and Chiara went upstairs together, I made myself comfortable on the wide, black couch and turned on the television. My eyes kept roving fleetingly to Mandy, who danced through the living room with Esme in her arms and probably had a lot of fun watching the little one with her fits of giggles.

I'm sure she would be a great mother, but I was done with ever wanting to have kids. I wasn't the type to be a loving, caring father. I was more destined for the role of the cool uncle with the tattoos and piercings who would do the things with her that Rian didn't have the nerve to do.

"What are you thinking about?"

Caught, I stared up at Mandy's eyes, who looked at me questioningly.

"Of my own children," I honestly admitted, and just as honestly wanted to make it clear that I didn't want any. After all, I wanted to spend my life with her, so she should know that as soon as possible. "More likely because I don't want one. At least not now and not in the next few years. I don't know yet what will happen then."

I held my breath and waited anxiously for her reaction until she let out a relieved breath and smiled mildly at me.

"I don't want any either. Well, just like you don't yet," she explained her thoughts on the subject and I was very glad that this topic didn't stand between us for once.

After all, there were many couples our age for whom the desire to have children repeatedly caused arguments and discussions. At least we were exempt from that.

"She's asleep," Mandy whispered into the emerging silence and walked very slowly and quietly with Esme to the small travel cot at the window front, in order to carefully lay her down in it.

"And my reward?" I grinned stupidly as she just walked back to the couch, but she just shook her head and glared at me defiantly.

"Your reward is that I let you decide what we watch," she said with a smile, stopping in front of me to point to the television, which was showing some sitcom at the moment. "Although you really shouldn't be allowed to choose a film. After all, the cinema was empty today. The film was definitely a flop."

She giggled and immediately I pulled her hips onto my lap.

"Oh yes? I had the feeling that you enjoyed the film to the fullest," I breathed softly on the skin of her collarbone and then distributed gentle kisses up to her sensitive spot under her ear, which made her sigh longingly.

"Senan," she breathed my name, digging her fingernails harder into the skin of my shoulder, which showed me only too well that I was doing everything right.

I gently stroked my hand down her side, pausing only when I got to the hem of her shirt and slipping my hand under it, painfully slowly feeling my way up to her breasts.

The atmosphere was so charged that my cock was already pressing firmly against her middle and I could hardly wait until I suddenly heard a moan from above, which Mandy probably didn't miss.

"Oh my god," she whispered in amusement, wide-eyed as I glanced up at the stairs behind us, happy for my brother that he finally found something other than muffins to enjoy.

"I can't do this," Mandy laughed, sitting on my lap, covering her mouth to stop her giggling.

"Do you think me?" I demanded in amusement and yes my cock would be able to, but my mind said otherwise, which was that I certainly couldn't fuck Mandy with Odran's moans in my ears.

Just the thought was super fucked up and I quickly pushed Mandy off my lap, after which she sat next to me on the couch, still laughing, and rested her head on my shoulder.

"Then I'll look for something," I explained and was about to grab the remote control when I heard another moan and I looked at Mandy in disbelief. "We go!"

"Where to?" she wanted to know and I grabbed her hand to immediately get up with her.

"I don't know. But I'm sure I'm not listening anymore," I told her with a grin and shook myself slightly, remembering what was definitely going on up there. "You get Esme. I'll get the car seat out of the Mercedes."

Mandy nodded and let go of my hand and when I heard a lamp breaking upstairs, I quickly ran to the front door and out into the fresh air to look at the dark sky for a moment...

Sure, listening to women moan was awesome, but not when your brother made those noises.

"Will you open the door?" Luckily for me, Mandy pulled me out of my thoughts and stopped with Esme in front of the black BMW. I grabbed the car seat, re-locked the Mercedes and opened the rear door of the BMW to properly install the car seat, which really was easier said than done.

"That shit won't hold up!" I fumed, and by God, this child seat system was harder to master than an entire math degree. What was that shit? Was that why women went to childbirth preparation? Did you learn something there?

"Let me go, darling," Mandy suddenly said and I looked at her with a smile when I realized that she was calling me that for the first time.

With my amorous smile, I carefully accepted my niece and then watched Mandy as she calmly fastened the seat and, to my amazement, it even worked.

Apparently it was something that women just had in their blood.

She took Esme from me with a proud, smug expression and gently eased her into the seat before glaring at me triumphantly.

"We're a good team," she smiled and immediately stood on her tiptoes to plant a gentle kiss on my cheek.