Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I’m busy looking online for baby clothing when my four men arrive with lunch. It’s cute the way they take care of me since finding out about the babies.
“We brought Chinese for you, Sweets. Everything you like. Even veggie egg rolls,” Spencer’s says.
I am a spoiled brat these days. I mean, look at the view they give me! And I don’t just mean the four men in front of me.
This office is incredible. There is now a personal trainer that comes in every morning for thirty minutes to help me stretch and exercise. I don’t want to gain too much weight because of the twins.
“It all smells incredible, and I wanted to talk to each of you about the babies. So, this is a good time for that,” I say.
I get paper plates from the small office kitchen and place them on the table. There are ten white boxes arranged on the table, and each one smells incredible. I’m so happy the morning sickness is finally gone.
I grab a pair of chopsticks and several pieces of orange chicken and place them on my plate.
“A few months ago I didn’t know how to use these things, but now, I think I finally got the hang of it!” I say proudly, dropping another piece of chicken on my plate.
“Well, maybe you need a little more help with that,” Xane says, putting a piece of chicken to my lips.
Laughing, I lick my bottom lip to lap up some of the sweet orange syrup. These babies seem to love ethnic food. So far, no cravings though—unless you consider sex a craving. But the guys make sure to keep me satiated.
“So, I’ve been thinking a lot about when the babies come. How it’ll be like for me here at work. I want to put a nursery in my office. Is that okay with everyone?” I ask, looking at each of them before I take another bite of food.
We haven’t talked about the dynamics of me working yet, but I can’t just walk away from my business.
“As long as you make sure to have a nanny help you. Other than that, I see no issues,” Killian adds.
“None at all. You will be a great mother to our babies,” Spencer says.
Phew. Two down. That’s a huge weight off me.
Derek nods as he looks around the office.
“We can put in two cribs for the little ones. I rather they stay with their mum than a babysitter,” Derek says.
I love when he says that. Mum. It makes me feel so warm all over to know that our children will have such a wide world view, thanks to the four of them.
Xane nods but says nothing.
He usually broods a lot, but he hasn’t been doing that much lately. I’ve even seen him smile at least four times today. We’re all placing bets on when he’ll break his latest record.
We share ideas on baby names over the delicious lunch. My office has already taken bets on the gender. It seems that more of my colleagues think our twins will be boys.
I would like to at least have one daughter, but I’ll be happy no matter what. I think these men would do well to have twin girls to keep them on their toes, but none of them agree.
Our relationship with each other has become quite a bit more controlling, but I love every moment of it. I have learned to enjoy asking for permission to do things from shopping to bathing.
I know that sounds wrong, but it’s been very liberating for me to give up all control. I touch the collar around my throat with a sweet smile as I think about the past few months.
“Princess, take off your panties and place them in the middle of the table,” Derek says, his voice strong and demanding.
I stand, my fingers slipping under my skirt. Slowly, I pull the small white silk panties down and set them on the table as told.
“Like this, Derek?” I said.
The moment I say it, I realize my mistake. I forgot the first thing they’ve taught me.
“I’m sorry, Sir. It was a momentary lapse in judgment.”
I feel like I’ve disappointed the four of them. I know I will be punished, but I deserve it anyway.
Xane stands and walks to my side. His hand pets my hair in a loving manner.
“Bend over the table, for us, Julia,” he asks.
He didn’t use the pet name he normally has for me. That alone tells me what I’m in for.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
Rising from my chair, I pull my skirt up to wrap it around my waist. My baby bump is quite visible, but I make sure to position myself correctly, so the babies are not in harm’s way.
“Close your eyes,” Derek demands.
“You know the rules, Julia. You are to address us as ‘Sir’ when given a direct order. You slipped up, and you need to be punished for that,” Killian says firmly.