This chapter contains nature theme.

D R E A M

I sit up from the bed and rub my eyes with a pout as I adjust to the harshness of the bright natural light shining through the panoramic window as the sound of the waves crashing blend with the movement of the soft wind.

"Baby." I call out to Kairo with a soft voice as I notice the absence of his presence beside me.

"Yes, my love?" He responds, walking out of the bathroom drying his hair with one towel and another wrapped around his waist loosely, exposing his prominent v-line and abs as water drips down his pecs leaving all his tattoos on display.

"Good morning." I yawn pulling the blanket up to cover my exposed chest.

I pucker my lips out in request for a kiss as he walks over to my side and presses

his lips onto mine before placing a lingering kiss onto my forehead.

"How are my babies treating you, hm?" He whispers on my forehead.

"Better, the morning sickness isn't that bad today." I whisper, feeling slightly fatigued.

It had been a total of a week that we had spent together in San Diego and today was our final day here and we were travelling back to New York later in the afternoon.

It was crazy to think I was leaving this place as a fiancé and mother of 2 children.

Since the reveal of me carrying twins, Kairo had been more protective than usual, never letting me carrying anything, not letting me stand up for more than a few minutes.

He even suggested me going on a work break from the boutique, when we got back to New York.

I shut down that suggestion quickly.

"That's good." He mumbles, placing another kiss on my forehead.

"Wanna take a bath?" I ask with a pout.

"I just got out of the shower." He chuckles as I lead him back to the bathroom.

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I lean back instinctively onto Kairo's chest as he wraps his arms around my waist as we sit in the bath tub.

He places a hand on my stomach protectively as I play with the bubbles on the water.

"Do you think I'll make a good mother?" I randomly blurt out, fiddling with my engagement ring nervously.

Kairo stops his movement and I turn my head back to look up at him.

"You're the most amazing person I know and you're gonna make an even better mother to my children, okay?" He mumbles, placing soft kisses along my shoulder causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

I release a heavy sigh "I love you." I mumble as he places a kiss on my lips mumbling the same words back to me.

The kiss deepens and becomes more sloppy as I moan into his mouth.

His hand travels down to my lower lips and runs his fingers through it all the way up to my clit.

I throw my head back onto his shoulder as he b guns to rub soft circles on clit.

"More." I whimper:

His fingers travel down to my tight hole teasingly and the feel myself clench is myself nothingness, longingly.

"Baby, please." I whisper, rasping.

My back arches off of him as two of his fingers suddenly slip inside of me.

I throw my head back as he thrusts them in and out of me.

His other hand teachers for my breasts and begin toying with my nipple, rolling it between his slender fingers.

He slips in another finger as he simultaneously rubs my clit with his thumb.

He lowers his head into the crook of my neck and sucks on my sweet spot as I tilt my head to give him more access.

He continues his pleasuring actions on my body until it becomes overwhelming as he whispers dirty things in my ear adding to the stimulation.

And before I know it I'm cumming all over his hand and curling my toes as I grip onto the sides of the bathtub.

My chest heaves up and down heavily and let's just say what happened next made a mess.

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We had arrived back to New York from San Diego and the jet lag and pregnancy has me feeling like a sack of potatoes.

Kairo had to return to work to check on some urgent matters.

He insisted on staying at home with me but I refused to allow him to neglect his business anymore than he has.

Speaking of business, the boutique was doing great with Milan in charge whilst I was away.

I planned on going back to work soon, but for now I wanted to take it easy for the sake of my children.

I peep out of the tinted window of my Range Rover before slamming my palm onto the steering wheel knowing what I was about to do was probably the stupidest thing ever.

You never realise how stupid something is until you're actually doing this.

And the fact I was doing it behind my fiancé's back was killing me inside.

But I knew I had to do it, for me.

I finally convince myself to get out of the car as I slip my Chanel glasses on.

"Bayview Correctional Facility." I read in my head.

I take a deep breath before entering the reception.

After going through all the protocols necessary I find my self sat opposite a clear barrier not knowing what to expect.

I bounce my knee up and down to calm my nerves as two prison guards stand on either sides of the room.

I shift my gaze to my manicure nails but they quickly snap up at the sound of the door opening.

I feel my heart drop as my father is lead to the seat opposite me by one of the guards.

He's wearing an orange jumpsuit and has handcuffs on his wrists.

His eyes are dark and heavy, and there's bruises all over his face.

He takes a seat and immediately avoids my gaze before picking up the phone to communicate with me.

With a shaky hand I do the same thing and we just dig in complete silence for at least 2 minutes.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He finally asks with a gruff unrecognisable voice.

I remain silent because frankly I have no clue what I am doing here.

"Does your fiancé know you're here." He asks, in a mocking tone.

Again, I remain silent.

"Get the fuck out of here." He scoffs, I watch as he's about to get up.

"Wait!" I exclaim.

He sits back down hesitantly.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing." I whisper into the receiving end of the phone.

"If you know what's good for you, you'd get out of this place." He growls in a low tone. "Get out and don't come back to this place Dream."

He slams the phone down and walks away as the guard leads him away, opening the door.

I watch his retreating figure knowing he'll never have the opportunity to get to know his grandchildren.

I don't even know why I tried, I didn't want my babies being brought up in a broken dysfunctional family.

I'm escorted out of the facility and I find myself back in my car, highly discouraged.

"We'll be alright, we don't need him." I mumble before starting the engine of my car.

Authors note

I know I ain't shit fo the late ass updates 😭

Happy new year btw!

-dee💕