Chapter 79

🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄

Lani stayed a week in the hospital before she was discharged. At the urging of Miranda, we held a small party to celebrate her return home. Her and our babies.

The house Morris bought has finished undergoing renovation since, but my friend stayed with me all through Lani was in the hospital. He and Miranda.

They've become an item like I know they would be. Lani's delivery day bonded the both of them like nothing else. I know the day that bastard Morris snuck into her room for the first time.

I'd got him downstairs sneaking, dragged him out and told him to be careful with that girl. "Never hurt her or Lani will have your head." I'd told him, and that was when Lani was still in the hospital.

He'd nodded and promised he'd never hurt her. Since then, their relationship was very beautiful. The both look so happy all the time.

When Lani was discharged from the hospital with little Tatiana and Valentina, the doctor still prescribed drugs for her and lots of bed rest.

He adviced that it should take long before Lani gets pregnant again....long enough for her body to heal. I'd told the doctor pointblank that my Lani is not getting pregnant again.

"No! Zavier you can't say that...!" Lani protested.

I glared at her and she snapped her mouth shut. I love my kids with all my heart, but I'm not putting my wife through that again. I told the doctor pointblank.

The doctor only smiled and further said that she should stay at least 3 months before we start making love again. I noted it down and mentally added extra months.

No fvcking way am I endangering my wife just because I want to make love to her all the fvcking time.

Then, begrudgingly, I'd apologized to the doctor for smacking him on the wall and even threatening him and his family.

He'd smiled and accepted my apology.

My colleagues are still searching for the pedophile, A. I let them search, with a smile on my face.

Only Morris and I know that that bastard will never be a problem ever again. No more raping little children.

🌹🌹🌹LEILANI🌹🌹🌹

Months flew by and everything is right in the world. I've never seen Zavier so happy.

Our babies are a handful but they're a blessed handful. Whenever I breastfeed them, Zavier is there. Bringing them one after the other, and taking them one after another.

Miranda was also there to help and it made me so grateful. It wasn't a surprise to me to see her and Morris a couple, I can still remember seeing them in the hospital. They'd held each other so much, even as they admired the twins.

Four months passed and Zavier never touched me intimately, no matter how much I tried to encourage him to do so. I miss his touch so much, and I even whisper it to him shyly when I get the courage, but he'll only grumble something about allowing my body to heal completely, so he doesn't do more damage.

It was both sweet and very frustrating.

While we can't make love, he always tries to make up for it by giving us oral pleasures. I'll give him as much as I'm capable of...he's taught me a lot after all. And then,he'll reciprocate, leaving me shivering in aftermaths.

Zavier bounded with the twins so much, it's obvious he loves his kids so much. Whenever he's back from work, he'll quickly freshen up and take Valentina or Tatiana. He can hold any of them for so long without complaining, and he let's grumpy when Miranda comes to take the baby.

He doesn't allow Morris to hold any of them, to Morris's pain.

"You'll hold her to tight and snap her! No, you don't!" He'd always say, making Morris feel so hurt.

Zavier doesn't care at all. "You can hold them when they're two years, and not before." He'd grumble before walking away.

Of course, I let Morris hold them behind his back. It's our secret, I thought with a smile.

Zavier led prayers all the time in our home since I came out of the hospital. Tears had welled up in my eyes when I was told how much he prayed for me in the hospital, and when he told me he made promises to God for my life, I felt like the most blessed woman in the world. I know I am.

Romeo and Romeria still come over the house all the time. They watch and play with the twins, and then they follow us around all day.

Five months after I delivered my babies, Morris and Miranda got married in the church. It was the most beautiful of ceremonies and I'm so happy for my little friend, Miranda.

That night was the first night my husband made love to me again. When he pushed into my body and my body gripped him tight, hungry for his invasion, I melted into him and allowed the pleasure to wash over me.

God, I've missed being in his arms like this. I whispered the words to him in the silence of the night, and it made him loose control.

I reveled in the power of his fierce thrusts and whispered more words of love to him as he flew us both over the edge.