Chapter 35

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There are only five chapters left! I'm so excited but so sad!

To say that I was excited was an understatement as Dimitri and I stand outside of Adrian's townhouse to pick up the kids. Dr. Sloan discharged me and gave me care instructions for my burns, along with prescribing me a sleep aid for the nightmares that came back. Sydney opens the door with a large smile and steps aside to let me in.

"I'm glad you're ok," I say as I hug Sydney tightly. Sydney nods against my shoulder and hugs me back and pulls away.

"Alright, get in there. They both have been fussy all morning."

I smirk and walk into the living room where Adrian is sitting with the twins, Artyom in Adrian's lap and Nadia in the swing next to them. Adrian looks like he is playing patty cake with Artyom but looks up at us as we walk in. Artyom whines when Adrian stops clapping his little hands together and looks up but catches me in his gaze and starts to squirm. I step over the cluster of toys and pick up Artyom as he lets out a garbled shriek and hold him tightly to my chest, breathing in his intoxicating smell. Pressing my lips against his head, I lean down and unbuckle Nadia with one hand. I lift her from the swing and hold her to my chest as well. Dimitri lets me be for a few minutes as I hold my squirming babies and I breathe them in deeply. God, I missed them terribly. I move to sit on the couch behind me and adjust the two in my arms, reclining back so that they are partly laying against my chest.

I run my fingers through Nadia's curls as she sucks away at her thumb and look up at the remaining adults in the room. "You must be the baby whisperer; nobody could calm them while you were gone. Hell, the only ones who could get them to stop crying were Dimitri and Tatiana," Sydney says as she sits down on the coffee table in front of me.

The idea of Tatiana holding one of my children seems odd as I never viewed her in any way as maternal, but then again, they are her family as well. Dimitri sits down next to me and lays his arm against the top of the couch, stroking my matted hair that I have thrown up in a bun. I cannot wait to bathe when we get home. I feel disgusting.

I give Adrian and Sydney an appreciative smile. "Thank you for what you've done to help with the kids and thank you for sneaking into my hospital room to heal me. It is really appreciated, but I don't want you to put stress on yourself," I say and give a pointed look at Adrian. He shrugs and rests his hand on Sydney's shoulder.

"It was nothing. Lissa and I would have done more if we could reach all of our magic. I'm just glad that you are home and ok," Adrian says. I nod and look down to find both babies asleep and I run my fingers through their hair affectionately. I lean my head against Dimitri's shoulder and sit contently with my loved ones with the calming weight on my chest.

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The sheets beneath me were silk and soft, and it contributed to the euphoric feeling spreading through my body. I sighed contently at the feeling of his tongue, teeth and lips against my neck, whimpering wantonly in his embrace. His hands skimmed up my leg, lifting the skirt of my dress to my hip and kneaded my thigh roughly.

"Please," I whimpered as I arched my body closer to him as much as I could, but he growled and pushed me further into the mattress. I moaned as my grip slackened in his hair and my arm dropped to the bed as my body started to go limp.

"Let me awaken you," he whispered in my ear, licking my earlobe and I shivered slightly. His weight came off my body a little and I opened my eyes to look up at him, my mind hazing from the endorphins of his bite. I shook my head and tried to catch my breath.

"Rose."

"I want to think about it some more," I murmured. He didn't like that answer. His hands wrapped around my throat as he put his full weight back on my body, pinning me to the mattress again. He shifted and straddled my hips as I feebly clawed at his hands with tears streaming down my face.

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