Three was Mila's lucky number, it was also her favourite number. Something about it calmed her. She enjoyed having three of everything or doing something three times. So surprisingly, when three men appeared in her life, it was a good sign. Like the...
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"Princess," a voice softly says. "It's time to wake up."
I whine and turn, cuddling into the warm pillow. It chuckles. Wait, pillows don't chuckle.
I peek my eyes open to see Marcel looking at me with a smile.
"Well good morning."
I smile at him but don't say good morning back.
He looks at me with sad eyes, "You not gonna say it back?"
I shake my head.
"Oh yes you will," he says before starting to tickle me. I giggle uncontrollably while begging him to stop. "Say good morning and that you're sorry for not saying it before."
"Okay...okay," my voice breathless from laughing. "Good morning Marcel, I'm sorry for not saying it before. Is that better?"
"Yes princess, thank you." He presses a quick kiss on my forehead making my eyes go wide with surprise. He laughs at my reaction.
"At least you managed to wake her up I've been trying for about an hour," Edon says. I forgot he was in the room.
I turn to him. "Good morning, Edon."
"Mornin' baby, Badr made us all breakfast."
I make a face of disgust, remembering what he fed me yesterday. Ew. "No thanks."
"No?" Marcel says as he gets out the bed. My eyes travel down his body, the only thing he wore were boxers, but sadly, he puts on a top and shorts.
He goes to his drawers and picks out something for me to wear then hands them to me. I forgot I was still in my dress, it's actually kinda comfortable.
Both Edon and Marcel turn around, giving me privacy to change. I slip off the dress, take off my bra and underwear then put on the top and shorts. The top is baggy on me due to it being twice my size and the shorts keep sliding down my legs. Figuring that I could wear just the top since it reaches my knees, I take off the shorts. I giggle, it looks a bit like a dress.
"I'm done. You can turn around now."
They both turn to me and Marcel smirks. "Aw, look at how pretty my baby looks in my clothes."
My? "Yours?" My head tilts in confusion.
"You're right, baby, my mistake. I meant ours." This causes Edon to smirk as well.
"Only if you wanna be, princess. No pressure," this time Edon spoke.
"I'm so confused," I whisper accidentally out loud.
Marcel walks to me and picks me up, placing me on his hip. "How about all four of us have a conversation while eating breakfast." I nod, curious than ever.
Downstairs we sit at the table. Badr across from Edon, who is on our left, and me in Marcel's lap. I'mloving the attention right now.
