Alex’s P. O. V.
Six Months Later
We’re on holiday with our little daughters, Ella and Lexi. Their names are inspired by ours-Ella, taken from Stella’s name, with her golden eyes resembling her mommy’s, and Lexi, from mine, with hazel eyes just like mine.
Honestly, it feels like it was just yesterday when I held them in my arms for the first time. They’re growing up so fast that sometimes I feel like pausing the time and cherishing every little moment.
Sitting on the sand by the beach, Ella and Lexi laugh in unison as their mother dances crazily in front of them to make them smile, giving me the perfect moment to capture their photo. They look adorable, as always, in their matching onesies and white caps. My little flowers.
And their mother, my flower-she isn’t any less stunning. The way she moves with no care in the world and her laughter rings out over the sound of the waves is mesmerising. She is dressed up in a white summer dress, and her hair sways in the breeze, adding to her beauty. She has always had this magic, the ability to light up every room-or, in this case, the entire beach.
“Alex, are you even taking pictures, or are you just staring at me?” She asks, stop dancing to place her hands on her hips.
“Caught me,” I admit, grinning. “But can you blame me? You’re making it hard to focus.”
She laughs, shaking her head before resuming her antics to keep the twins entertained. Ella claps her tiny hands while Lexi lets out a squeal, fisting the sands, both of them enthralled by their mom’s energy.
I lift the phone again, making the video of the scene before me-Stella twirling on the sand, the twins giggling in their matching outfits. It’s perfect, a moment I never want to forget. Seeing them, I feel like the luckiest man to have them.
After keeping my phone in my pocket, I walk over to Stella and pull her closer to me by grabbing her waist. “You know, you’re pretty amazing.” I brush a strand of hair from her face.
She arches an eyebrow and her lips curve into a smile. “Just pretty amazing?”
“Okay, incredibly amazing,” I correct myself before leaning in to kiss her softly. The twins let out a dramatic cry, clearly jealous, and we both laugh.
“Looks like we’re not allowed to have romantic moments anymore.” Stella jokes, turning back to the girls.
“That’s okay.” I crouch down to scoop Ella into my arms while Stella picks up Lexi. “Romance can wait. Right now, I just want to enjoy this time with my little flowers.”
With the twins in our arms, as we stroll along the shoreline, the waves gently lap at our feet. It’s peaceful, the kind of peace I never thought I’d find, and I know I owe it all to Stella and these two tiny miracles.
Ella takes off her cap and tosses it into the water with a giggle. The naughty little girl! Like always, Lexi copies her and does the same, making us laugh. Seeing us laughing, they both also join us.
“You both are super cute.” Stella kisses them. “Mommy loves so much.”
After a few minutes only, they cry in unison.
“I think they’re hungry,” Stella says, rocking Lexi as she cries, sucking her thumb.
“Mommy will just feed you, little flower. Don’t cry.” I plant a kiss on Ella’s forehead to soothe her.
We walk back to the mat we’d set up earlier, and the twins’ cries grow louder with each passing second. Stella sits down and adjusts her summer dress, preparing to feed them.
I just kneel beside her. “Need any help, flower?”
“No, I’ve got it,” she replies, carefully positioning both girls.
It’s a challenge, but she’s gotten so good at this. Watching her, I’m filled with a deep sense of pride. Stella isn’t just an amazing partner-she’s the most incredible mother of our mini versions.
As the twins finally settle down, nursing peacefully, and I sit behind Stella, she leans back against me and lets out a small sigh of relief. “You always know how to help me.”
I wrap my arms around her, resting my chin on her shoulder as we watch the twins drink the milk, playing with their mother’s pendant. “That’s because I know you, Flower. I know what you need even before you ask for it.”
She tilts her head slightly to look at me with a smile on her face. “You make it sound so easy.”
“It is easy,” I reply, placing a kiss on her temple. “Loving you and taking care of you feels as natural as breathing.”
She closes her eyes for a moment, stroking Lexi’s tiny back. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe this is our life. You, me, and our little flowers. It’s everything I ever dreamed of and more.”
“It’s the life we built together, and I’ll do everything to keep it this perfect-for you, for them, for us.”
***
When little twins fall asleep, we carefully lay them in their carrycots and then Stella settles down between my legs comfortably, resting her head on my shoulder. I hold her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her.
She takes my hand in hers and kisses the heart tattoo on my wrist, and I do the same in return. Then I gently caress the tattoo on her forearm, the one we got together a month ago for our daughters. We engraved their date of birth on our hands.
“Now that the twins have fallen asleep, don’t you think we should utilise this time?” I ask, slipping my hand down into her dress.
Since the twins have come into our lives, they’ve become our priorities, but we don’t leave a single chance to spend some quality time, no matter how tired we are.
“Fuck… yes.” She moans as I pinch her nipples through inside her dress.
“So lie down, Flower. We don’t have much time, so be quick.” I command, moving away from her.
She complies immediately, lying in front of me, her eyes filled with anticipation fixed on me.
Without wasting a single second, I raise her dress and yank down her undies before burying my face between her thighs and devouring the sweetest nectar. She moans, grinding herself against me, clutching my hair, her thighs pressed against my ears.
I flick my tongue on her clit, ramming my two fingers into her, causing her to scream and her back to arch.
“Flower, you’ll wake up our daughters. Be quiet.”
“I can’t…” she moans as I thrust my fingers hard and fast.
“Then I have got a solution for that.” I smirk, taking my fingers out, causing her to frown in frustration. I hold up her panties to show her. “This.”
“You always find different things to gag me. I still remember the day when in college, how you shut my mouth with a pool ball. But you know what is my favourite one?”
“What?”
“Your palms. The way your hands pressed against my mouth when you’re buried deep inside me, it’s so intense.” She says, sending a jolt of desire through me.
“But now these panties will shut you up properly because I really don’t want you to disturb my little flowers’ sleep.” Saying this, I move up and slip the panty into her mouth.
Fuck! She looks so damn hot with them.
“Do you like it, Flower?” I ask, stroking her jaw.
“Hmm…” she nods, her voice muffled with the fabric.
“Good girl.” Like every time, her entire body trembles as I praise her.
I tug down the straps of her summer dress, revealing her luscious breasts. Her nipples are already hard, peeking out and begging for attention.
“It’s time to have my share of milk. Sorry, little flowers.” Like always, I apologise to my daughters, glancing at their carrycots before having their mommy’s milk.
After leaning in, I flick my tongue over one, tasting the sweetness that I crave.
“Fuck, Stella.” I take her nipple fully into my mouth and suck deeply. The creamy, warm taste of her milk fills my mouth, and I swear I could lose myself in this.
Her back arches beneath me, her hands clutching the mat beneath her as she writhes in pleasure. “Hmm… you’re so perfect.” I switch to her other breast and give it the same worship.
Her muffled whimpers turn into soft moans, her body trembling. As I suck her hard, I can feel her growing wetter against my thigh.
I whisper against her breast, sliding my fingers back inside her warmth and pumping them slowly. “You’re dripping for me. You love when I drink from you, don’t you?”
She nods frantically. I pull away from her breast and lick the milk from my lips.
I slightly spank her breasts. “Now, on your fours. I can’t wait to have you.”
As she immediately gets into the position, I get myself ready for her, opening my jeans and putting them down with boxers.
She looks so tempting, waiting for me. I don’t know what our future holds, but I’m certain about one thing: I’ll never get enough of this woman. She drives me crazy and I fall in love with her a bit more every day.
***
Stella and I lie on the mat, with Lexi lying on her mommy’s chest and Ella on mine. Stella’s eyes gaze up at the stars in the sky, while mine are fixed on her.
“What are you thinking, Flower?”
She shifts her gaze towards me, stroking Lexi’s back. “I’m wondering about the old times. How we used to romance in college. We didn’t leave a single place. It was another kind of thrill.”
“It was.” I chuckle, brushing a hand over Ella’s tiny head as she curls against my chest. I recall about those days with a smile on my face and realise how far we’ve come together. We’ve grown together so much. Stella has made me a better person and made my life heaven.
“I love you,” I murmur, looking at her.
“I love you more.” As Stella rests her head on my shoulder, I close my eyes, savouring the peace of this perfect moment, my heart full of gratitude and love for everything we’ve become.
***
Stella and Alex’s story ends here, but don’t worry, you’ll get a few glimpses of them in the last book of this series which I’ll start publishing from next month.
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