Wicked Love 3 (Kyle Kuzma)

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Wednesday, March 2nd, 2022

Ariana 💕

The next day, I was up before everyone else. I don't know how I was able to sleep, considering I couldn't find any until about 7AM. I woke up at 4:10AM to feed the twins, then again at 5:15AM because they started fussing, then at 6:05AM because they started to get fussy again.

Now here I sit at 10AM, probably with dark bags under my eyes, plotting how to get a vasectomy done for Kyle. Don't take that literal, I'm only kidding. But I will not pretend that the thought hasn't run through my mind a few times.

I look down to my right when I hear him groan. He hugged his pillow tighter, before opening his eyes and looking at me. He placed his hand on my thigh, giving a light squeeze. Then he moves it up a little and pulls me closer to him. I topple over a bit, but regain my balance so I'm sitting up against the headboard again.

"You don't look too happy." He exclaims, his raspy voice giving me chills. "What's wrong?"

I shrug. "I only slept three hours."

He furrows his eyebrows and squints his eyes. "Really?"

I nod, sighing. He makes a noise, similar to the 'hmph' sound. I nod again, moving my hand along his arm soothingly.

His skin is so smooth, I really can't take it.

I watch him shift around a bit, so he's lying on his back. Then he gently pulls me down so my head is on his chest. He wraps his left arm around my back, and pulls the covers over us with his right. He turns his body to face me, then grabs my leg and puts it around his. I give a small smile as he caresses my leg gently.

"I know how tired you are and I wanted to make sure you were comfortable." He said. "So go back to sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up."

I look up at him and he kisses my forehead.

"I love you." He said.

I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his neck; his other hand was drawing patterns along my bicep.

"I love you too." I muffle into his neck.

I feel him kiss my cheek, before I fall asleep.

*****

I spit out the last bit of toothpaste before rinsing my mouth and cleaning up. I pull my hair into a messy bun, then leave the bathroom. As I'm headed toward the stairs, Violet comes charging in my direction. I scoop her up into my arms and cover her face in kisses. She giggles and attempts to push me away.

"Don't wake up the tickle monster." I tease, about to send her into a fit of giggles.

"No mama." She laughs anyway because I start tickling her.

I chuckle, then pull her up so she's upright.

"What's daddy downstairs cooking mamas?" I ask.

"Fwench Coas." She replies.

I nod, walking downstairs with her in my arms. As I enter the kitchen, I take notice in Aiden and Jordan in their car seats on the counter. Kyle's back was to them, but I could tell he was trying to multitask.

I listen to Jordan coo, automatically catching Kyle's attention.

"Daddy's coming buddy. Give me two seconds." He says.

I smile, moving away from the kitchen so I don't distract him. He turns around to face the boys, grabbing Jordan's little sock covered foot and wiggling it around. I also watch as the dogs sniff around the kitchen, wondering what in the heck was going on at the stove.