I paid a virgin

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

The Fritzcole 

The wedding tradition says, bride and groom aren't usually suppose to be with each other on the night before their vows, but Trench and I just couldn't helped ourselves spending the night in bed with our three noisy kids. Our friends and family earlier told us to have our bachelor's and bachelorette party. We stomped on that one and decided to just have all our kids for the first time in months in our very large bed before the wedding day. The twins were still up and doing their mini push up while their big sister lays in between them offering toys. She keeps taking back whatever is in the boys hands and laughed mischievously when they whined in protest. Trench just sighed, rolling his eyes at his daughter's wickedness. His eyes though contained complete satisfaction and happiness.

"Drink your milk, munchkins, and stop annoying your baby brothers," I at last stopped my daughter when Sage let out a shriek so shrill, my eardrum still rings uncomfortably.

"I was just playing with him, mommy," she beamed.

My hands grabbed her tiny nose and squeeze it, not too hard, but just a mild one like pinching a pluffy cotton balls. "You and your mischief," I chuckled, placing kisses on her chubby cheeks. 

"Alright little buddies lets get you ready for bed," Trench cooed at the babies who just stared at him like he had somehow offended them. "What? Not yet tired? It's past eight in the evening, boys, way past your bed time. Now lie down," he ordered. As a result, his attempt of asking them ended in vain. The twins continued to spread their spits and mumbled incoherent words.

"You are so clueless," I snorted at his frowns.

"What? Should they be tired now? They'd been playing for how many hours now," he grumbled.

"Wait for them to tire themselves," I muttered, pecking his puckered lips. He was about to last it longer but Myles chanting in the background made him groaned in patience.

"Daddy, mommy, kiss kiss again, ew," she sings over and over again. Both boys look up and watch us three.

"I'm so gonna tickle you, you impish little girl," big daddy growled jokingly and snatched Myles's squirming body from the bed and tickled her until tears are pouring from her eyes.

"Mommy!" she breathlessly screamed.

"Stop! Stop it the both of you!" I scolded them while the two babies whined at the ruckus their daddy and big sister are making. I picked up Sage who was crying from the noise and put him near my chest. Tate was already beside me so it wasn't a hassle pulling him closer.

"Sorry mommy," father and daughter chanted sheepishly.

I can't stop rolling my eyes at their obvious act of charming me to spare their misbehavior. Their dimble popping into view in an attempt of persuasion. They looked like spitting image when they smiled.

"Good night mommy," Myles unperturbed at my raising eyebrow holds my face and planted sweet kisses all over my cheeks. She then bend down and smothered kisses on her little brothers who didn't appreciate the disturbances again. "Whiney boo boos," she sings as she stuck her tongue out at the twins before lying beside her daddy.

"What will I do to you, munchkins?" I sighed at my ever mischievous daughter. She in return gave me this adorable face I couldn't helped but pinch softly her cheeks.

"How about me? Wouldn't you ask me what you will do to me too...you know for misbehaving?" Trench murmured. His eyes have this wicked glint like he wanted to telepathically communicate whatever perverted thoughts he yearned for me to extrapolate.