The life of love.

The Night Before.

Darry's POV.
I sighed with contentment as I waited for my husband to come home from work. I lied there and thought about my life. I'm twenty four years old. Have all these kids. Married to a wonderful guy and I still feel bad. Why is that? I want more out of life. I'm happy yeah but not content. I know I should be grateful. But I still want more. I'd love to go to college. But I don't see that happening anytime soon. Because Dally keeps knocking me up over and over again. I'm fine with being a baby machine for him but I still want to go back to school. Study architecture and design. I lie there daydreaming about my career and heard the door open. I looked up and my angel was standing there. Hair dripping wet from the rain outside and still in his uniform. He said" Hi baby boy! What's up?" I said" Hi my King. I'm good. I'm lonely and horny." He frowned at me. Then said" Well well we can't have that can we Princess?"  He grabbed the lube from the dresser and lifted me up. He cut on the shower and started rubbing soap all over him and I. I could smell the vanilla soap he was addicted to. It smelled sweet and made me feel safe. He slid down and put me in his mouth. I screamed loud and begged him for my release. He stopped and laughed at me. Then said" Aw! Is my whittle Princess unhappy with me?" 
I said" No your princess is horny as hell and needs to cum though!" He laughed so hard he couldn't breathe. Then said" Okay Okay. Here ya go honey bun." He finally finished me and I almost tore half his hair out in the process. He stood up and stretched me than put himself inside me. I screamed again. " Ahhh! Dally baby please. Oh yes I need this so much boy. Keep going mmm"  He went faster than before. If I wasn't already pregnant with twins I would have sworn he was trying to knock me up again. He kept going until he came too. Then we got out smelling like apples and vanilla soap. He carried me in the bedroom​ and brought me some coffee and a cinnamon roll. We lied there and watched videos until we fell asleep. The next day I woke up in pain. It was a familiar pain but pain nonetheless. I woke him up at seven am. Out twins were born two days early. They came out on a warm Tuesday morning in the middle of June. I was absolutely stunned. I was tired and slept for nine hours after the births. Dally woke me up that evening so I could eat, pee and meet our twins. We named them Liam James and Samantha Taylor Curtis. They were beautiful.