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Her facial expressions swept his laughter, drawing the attention of her father, who approached her and said with exaggerated tenderness. "Please, do not refuse sustenance, it is your nature now, and if you do not feed, you will perish." He offered her the seat across from Damian, and Kira sat watching her father questioningly, then whispered to him, "Are you going to stay and watch?" Damian nods nervously at her question, hearing her father say, "Of course I'll stay, don't be afraid, I'll stay here by your side." Damian coughed, trying to hide his laughter behind her, and his little girl roared cheerfully to roar at him in turn, feeling pity for her father.

“He desecrates the gifts you have given us!” My father pauses dramatically. I wait with bated breath. “Well? Did the Goddess save him and his son?” I ask exasperated, unable to wait a moment longer for the answer. My father hangs his head in disappointment. “The goddess never came.” He says quietly. “Why!” I demand. Good has to triumph over evil. That is the order of things. That is how the world works. “Our Goddess blesses us with many things. A wolf bound to our souls, the ability to shift, strength, power, a mate, and free will. That will can be used for good or evil.” He explains. He hands me a slice of watermelon. “Take a bite.”

It's almost lunchtime. Damien kissed his daughter's cheek. "Let's go upstairs, sweetie. Daddy needs to feed mommy." Darya looked at him, confused. "Daddy needs to feed mommy? Why?" Damien glanced at me and grinned. "Because mommy is daddy's baby." "But I am the baby!" "Yes, sweetie. You are my baby. You and your mommy are my babies." I just shook my head and watched them enter the house. I went downstairs. They're waiting for me in the kitchen.

My husband, Kelvin Hamilton, was a little shocked. "I'm surprised that you changed your mind, Sienna. I thought that you were determined to take Jillian with you," he said. My daughter, Jillian Hamilton, burst into the room and started hitting me before I could get a word in. "I don't want to go with you!" she screamed. "We're both women, so I know exactly what you're thinking! You're jealous that Daddy spoils me!" Jillian threw herself into Kelvin's arms, showing off arrogantly to me. "No one can separate Daddy and me. I'm going to be Daddy's precious baby for the rest of my life!"

Ana pursed her lips, revealing a dot on her cheeks, as she chuckled in quiet mockery, “Whose father will skip their daughter's birthday if they dont know they have another daughter outside?” “I–” Ana finally looked at him, dead in the eyes. Those dark with a hint of emerald hue, identical to his own, met his gaze without a flicker, “Can you do it? I won’t bother you with my other birthdays in return.” “I won’t need you to be present anymore.” “Father.” That single word at the end made Lancer chest tighten, feeling some difficulty breathing as he quickly dismissed his daughter's words in a panic. “Nonsense.”

Her best friend. “Fine, I’ll figure something out, wait in the living room.” When my daughter was gone I shook the man in my bed awake. “Hey, I’m pretty sure we fucked last night,” I said when his eyes opened. “Are you sober enough to drive me to drop my daughter off at school??” He groaned as he sat up and looked around. “I don’t have my car,” he said. “I can call a rideshare app now, I’ll pay.” He yawned. “I’m Andrew by the way.”

The day I shot a bullet right through Garet Turner’s head. Mason stared at me like I just grew a second head. “You… what?” I leaned back into the couch, my fingers steepled in front of my lips. The memories rushed in without permission. It was no secret that Xavier had been close to my father. But Mason had probably been a child when everything fell apart. The night my father died, I wasn’t alone. Strong as I was, my father was ruthless, senile. Always three steps ahead of everybody. That’s why the entire country feared him. Even foreigners were careful not to ignite his wrath. But there was one man he always listened to.

Now she had a five-year-old daughter. A daughter with no father listed anywhere in her records. “Lucas.” I looked up. Ethan was studying me carefully. “What are you thinking?” I hesitated. Because saying it out loud sounded ridiculous. Then again, most things involving Natalie had sounded ridiculous over the last five years. “I think I need to meet her daughter.” Ethan stared at me. For several seconds, he didn’t say a word. Then he laughed. A full, uncontrollable laugh that made me wonder whether I wanted to fire him or punch him. Or both.

“We haven't even had the babies yet and you're already arguing about toys.” “They'll need options.” “They won't know what options are.” “They'll learn.” He shakes his head, smiling. The house feels different now and even with how the men treat me. The way they both look up whenever I enter a room. The way someone notices when I've been standing too long. The way concern has slowly stopped feeling like fear and started feeling like care. At night, we often end up together in bed, talking long after we should be asleep. Sometimes nobody says much at all. Sometimes one of them rests a hand over my stomach and we simply lie there.

Chapter 12 - Your daughter is here! "I really could never get tired of watching our shows on TV" Tina says as she munches on popcorn with her legs crossed on the crouch. "Me neither", I reply, hoping I do not sound as distracted as I feel, because Tina's dad just joined us in the living room with nothing but his joggers on. And I do not fail to notice his boner. "Dad, go wear some clothes on your old body, there is no one to seduce here", Tina says as she catches sight of her dad.