The Succubus

44-First Christmas

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Previously on The Succubus

"I want that whole family broken apart, meaning that I want all four of them dead and Beyoncé to suffer through it you hear me?! Completely wipe them from the face of the earth before the announcement ceremony and don't stop at nothing until you do got it?"

"Y-Yes sir" he stuttered and I sighed while clasping my hands together.

"Excellent. Now get out of my sight. There's no time to waste so get whoever you need and start planning" I ordered forcefully and he fearfully scurried out just as fast as he came in, leaving me to deal with processing all of this information and configuring a way to deal with the guilty culprits of the war that's just began: Carol and Robert Maraj...

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★Giselle POV★

     I groggily had one of those middle of the night wake ups where I just laid still because I was too lazy to open my eyes and/or move my body. Nicki was still laying on my chest with her leg tangled possessively with mine and her arm under my night shirt, her hand nestled right between the valley of my breasts. Her hand originally was on my stomach when we first went to bed, but somehow due to her constantly moving in her sleep, her hand has now moved up and the only reason I felt her soft hand there was because when she fidgeted in her sleep, her hand slightly moved.

I could hear her soft and deep breaths that matched mine in a slow and calmed rhythm as her exhales tickled my neck. My hands rested softly on her lower butt cheeks from when I gave her a booty rub til she fell asleep during Best Man Holiday. We were sleeping at my parent's house as per usual during the holidays and I was pretty sure that it had already passed midnight by now. I sleepily turned my head to the side in hoped that I'd fall back asleep soon, but I got the high sense that something was watching me. I put a focus on my heightened senses and surprisingly heard nothing out of the ordinary, just a few breathes from Nicki and some tiny breathes from the babies who were sleeping in their bedside crib on my side of the bed. Yet something told me to just check to be sure, so I cautiously opened one eye and instead of seeing something dangerous or harmful, I saw a pair of familiar crystal clear blue eyes staring back at me.

"What are you doing up princess?" I cooed in a whisper as I opened my other eye and got a full look at the little night owl. There laid Kamryn with a gummy smile on her face as she tried to do her version of an army crawl towards me. This wasn't a new occurrence for her to randomly wake up in the middle of the night. After she was born, Nicki and I came to the conclusion that she was the nugget in the womb that stayed awake during the night because in the NICU, it was very rare to see Kamryn awake during the day. Gianna and Braxton? Yes, but Kamryn was always knocked out until later in the day when the sun began to go down, meaning that the lights in the NICU did too. At first, she was completely nocturnal unless you messed with her or woke her up to which then she'd go right back to sleep.

     However overtime she, just like her siblings, grew accustomed to a daily routine that almost always left them asleep at night after their last planned feeding, but sometimes Kamryn has nights like this where her little body just goes off of its routined sleep pattern and leaves her up randomly in the middle of the night for no reason and the kicker of all this is that half the time we don't even know she's awake unless we wake up and see her awake! Kam is by the far THE QUIETEST baby I've ever known (although all three of the babies are pretty quiet and mellow). The only time she truly cries is when she's either hurt (which is every month on shot day at the doctor's office) or when she's sick. Any other time she'll make almost inaudible whines when she wants something or use her form of sign language to signal that she needs something. The loudest she'll get is when she's laughing or in deep mumble conversation with us.