Not just me & you anymore (G!P)

C. 32 - Maya

Hello everyone!!! I am a little late, but now here I am! Thank you, thank you, thank you always for your readings, comments and appreciations. Today this little chapter is mostly dedicated to Maya... and the little ones!Enjoy it, bye!

I used to look forward to the weekend in order to spend as much time as possible together with Carina and Viviana; since Celeste was born I should be even more motivated to look forward to the weekend and instead I almost look forward to some unforeseen event that arises so that I can run away from home at least on Saturdays. In this first month that Carina and Celeste have come home I have reaped so many wonderful moments and at the same time tolerated so many tiring and difficult moments. I have tolerated every moment of Viviana's jealousy, every sacrosanct night she makes some scene in order to get between Carina and me, every small or big moment of her discouragement; I have tried to fulfill her every wish, without giving in to any kind of blackmail, even if it meant spending my free time hidden inside a tent of an Indian tribe reading her stories, always the same ones, which I now know by heart. I have, of course, tolerated every one of Celeste's desperate cries when at 3 a.m., in the middle of my sleep, she screams like crazy because she wants Carina's breasts. I don't know how I could tolerate every possible stench that came out of her diaper either, which when I tell people make fun of me, but I swear I looked on Amazon to see if there was some kind of gas mask that I could use when babies invade the house with their haunting stenches. I tolerated every time Carina reprimanded me because according to her I was not holding her in the correct way. I tolerated every time Carina yelled at me because I didn't wash the dishes in the speed she thought it should take everyone, without her ever once considering that in the meantime maybe I was trying to give her free time to take a shower, so I had to simultaneously maybe attend to a crying fit from Celeste or a jealousy fit from Viviana, so the dishwashing took a bit of a back seat. I tolerated all the doors Carina closed in my face every time she went to take a shower because she is not yet ready for me to see her naked. I tolerated all her mood swings, resulting in nights curled up in the middle of the bed with fiery kisses and an annoying erection that I had to take care of myself, or vice versa in trenches of pillows dividing us because the joke I made four days earlier still hadn't been digested.

And the truth now is that I don't know how to handle this anymore without going crazy myself first. And that's why we've been arguing for half an hour, because she won't listen to reason.

M < Carina, explain to me what the fuck is the problem if you go out half a day with a friend! I'm telling you that you need it!> I yell a little exasperated. Luckily on Saturday morning Viviana has swimming class so she is not witnessing this undignified spectacle.

C < and you explain why you necessarily want to kick me out of the house! What do you have to do?> I snort, shaking my head.

M < if I wanted to do what you are implying, I would do it out of here, with incredible ease...>

C < sure, because they all come after you!> I roll my eyes, running my hands through my hair.

M < why are we talking about this? That's not the point of the discussion!>

C < ah no? It's not that you're sick of having to take care of me?> I shake my head.

M < no, I'm not fed up, however I seriously think you need a break..> Carina is about to answer me instinctively, surely with some kind of insult, but she freezes and then suddenly bursts into tears.

M < oh god..> I whisper, before walking over and sitting next to her on the couch. < come here..> I say, passing an arm around her shoulders and holding her to me. Carina immediately lets go against me, pulling her knees up and snuggling against me.