As always, the twins woke me up at about five am. I had to admit, though, I was pretty lucky. They mostly slept through the night already. They usually woke up only once at about midnight, then again at around five. It was a decent schedule, and I had a pump, so Juan and I alternated nights waking up with them, so neither of us missed out on too much sleep. Even though we alternated getting up with them at midnight, though, I always got up every morning when they woke us up. Juan was able to go back to sleep, but once I was woken at five, I was up for the day. I couldn't go back to sleep, but if I was lucky, I got to take an afternoon nap. I went to the kitchen and flipped on the coffee maker, stopping in the bathroom to pee and splash some water on my face before entering the nursery.
This morning, Mikey woke up first, so I pulled him up into my arms, soothing him so he would stop crying as I settled into the rocking chair. I moved my tank top aside and let him latch on, yawning widely as he started to eat. I cooed at him when he opened his eyes to look up at me. "Good morning, Mikey. Hi baby boy," I murmured at him as I reached up and stroked his soft hair. His hair was darker like his fathers, instead of the light brown, almost dirty blonde hair color that his sister had gotten from me. His eyes were green like mine, though, even though they were the shape of his fathers. I had thought Evie was going to get my eye color, but it seemed hers was darkening from the blue of newborns to the brown her father has, though it seemed like eye color was the only thing she got from him.
Dozing in the rocker with Michael in my arms, I didn't even notice my husband had joined me until I felt his lips on my forehead. "Good morning, angel of mine. Happy Anniversary," he said and I opened my eyes to look up into his and say the words back to him. "What a year, huh? Let's hope for many, many more, though with less heartache, and possibly some that are just less eventful in general. We definitely don't want any more with newborn twins," he added and I chuckled but had to agree as I stifled another yawn. I was really hoping that next time we got pregnant it was one baby only. I would if I had to, but I'd prefer not to have twins again. One set is definitely enough for one lifetime.
Thinking back on the wedding, I couldn't believe it had been a year. Our babies were almost 3 and a half months old now. I remembered the day we exchanged vows and shook my head as I thought of all the unexpected things that had come this year. Opie and Gemma dying; having the babies; taking in my brother; Nero, Jax, Tara, the kids, Wendy and Skye all moving; Juan becoming VP of SAMCRO. Yes, Chibs had asked him. He'd waited until we were home for the hospital, but before the guys had their first church without Jax, and he'd asked Juan, who'd said yes, of course. I was proud of my husband, and proud of how far we'd come in a year.
After heading out to prepare a bottle of my pumped breast milk for Evie, he came back in just as she was starting to cry. I smiled as I watched him pick her up, change her, and then settle into the other rocking chair so he could feed her. He caught me smiling at him and raised an eyebrow at me, silently questioning why I was looking at him the way I was. "We've been through a lot of shit this year, and yet we're sitting here, stronger than ever as a couple. I'm proud of us, and I'm proud of you. You are an amazing VP. I love you so much," I said, then rolled my eyes at my mushiness.
Grinning at me, Juan stood up and walked over to give me a kiss before he settled back into his chair, somehow managing to keep the bottle in Evie's mouth the whole time. "I'm proud of you. You are an amazing mother, and Old Lady. You are part of the reason I make such a good VP. I'd be lost without you, angel. I love you, back," he said, and I felt myself blushing. I was still bad at taking compliments, so I looked down at our son as I mumbled a thank you. "One day, you're going to get better at accepting compliments, but maybe I hope you don't, because when you blush and get all embarrassed, it's adorable," he said.
Rolling my eyes, I stood and changed Mikey's diaper, then put him back in the crib because he was already asleep again. I sat back in the rocking chair to pump for a little while as Juan kept feeding Evie. I watched him silently because he was staring at her, and I loved watching my husband with our kids. He was such an amazing father. I was happy my kids-including David-were going to grow up with such an amazing man in their lives. I hoped I ended up being as good a mother as he was a father, though I already knew we were an amazing team, so I just hoped I could hold up my end of it.
After I'd finished pumping, I flipped the baby monitor back on and we went back to bed. All the kids would be up by 8 or 9, so Juan and I always took this opportunity to have morning sex, then he'd usually fall back to sleep and since I usually couldn't, I ended up going for a swim most mornings I had lost the baby weight within a month, but I was eating a lot to keep my milk supply flowing, so I figured a little morning exercise couldn't hurt. I locked the door behind us when we entered the room, because David had already walked in on us once when we'd forgotten to lock it, and it was an experience none of us wanted to repeat.
Pushing him back onto the bed, I took control this morning, which was rare, honestly. I could be dominant, but most of the time I preferred to bottom, which suited both of us just fine. I pulled off the tank top and shorts I'd been sleeping in, then stepped up to my husband, pulling off his pajama pants and boxers before I straddled his waist, leaning down to kiss him as I began rocking my hips, grinding his cock against my sex, which was already wet for him. I kissed my way from his lips, across his jaw, down to his ear, tracing the shell with my tongue and then nipping on it before I kissed down his neck, nipping and sucking. I heard the moans in the back of his throat, which elicited moans of my own as I continued rocking my hips.
When he could take the foreplay no longer, I lined myself up and slid onto his dick, taking in a few inches before I pulled back, then dropped back onto it, letting him in a little more. His hands rested on my hips as I moved, guiding me as I continued to pull back, then take him in further, again and again. When I finally slid down all the way, taking in every amazing inch of my husband's cock, I started to move faster, picking up the pace as I moaned, dragging my nails down his chest as I came a few moments later, biting onto his shoulder as I tried to stifle my cry of pleasure. He followed me less than a minute later, growling my name.
Collapsing on him, I scooted so I was lying next to him, though still partially draped over him, my head resting on his chest and my leg thrown over his. He was playing with my hair as I absently traced my fingers over the tattoos on his chest and he placed a kiss on my head. "I love you, angel," he said, and I said it back, before he fell asleep a few minutes later. I thought about getting up and going to the pool, but my orgasm had been so intense, my legs still felt a little wobbly, so I decided to wait a little bit longer, only I was asleep again before I ever had the chance to get out of bed.
Cries woke me up a couple hours later. I stretched, slipping out of bed and grabbing my clothes, but before I could even stand up, I heard a voice coming through the baby monitor, and even though I'd been trying to get up without waking Juan, I forgot all that as I squealed, jumping up and throwing on my clothes before running out of the room and to the nursery. "You're early! Oh my God, Booboo! I've missed you so much!" I said, probably too loudly, when I got to the room, finding her holding Evie. "Let me go get you a bottle so you can feed her," I said before I went to the kitchen.
Finding David in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal, I mussed his hair, telling him he's not supposed to answer the door before we're awake. He replied that he hadn't, she had used her key and come in, and I laughed before returning to the nursery. I handed Skye the bottle, then set the one I'd prepared for Michael aside so I could pump until he woke up. I had to get enough pumped so we could get through the party for Brie's birthday later. "Well, yes I came early today. I was able to get a girl to trade days with me so I didn't have to go in today after all, so I was going to head to the apartment, but I decided to come see my godchildren first," she said when I was settled down. "You and I are going to get her so we can spend the day together, since I won't be able to stay until her actual birthday, and I kinda figure we might as well get you two fitted for your Maid of Honor dresses since we have about 5 months until the wedding," she added.
So that's what we did. I finished pumping, went to the bedroom to wake up my husband and get dressed. I put on lime green skinny jeans, a black tee-shirt and my leather jacket and boots. I put on Juan's flat bill hat that had the Reaper on it and grabbed my sunglasses and then I was ready to go. I left the babies with Juan and David, told them I'd see them later for the party, and we went to get Brie before going to the bridal store across from Scoops. I had missed spending time with both of my best friends, even though Skye had only been gone two months, and we'd spent a weekend out of each month together, and the three of us Skyped at least once a week. I was still getting used to her living so far away, even though we'd only lived in the same town a little over a year.
After Skye had picked out our dresses and we'd gotten measured, we went out to lunch, then spent the afternoon hanging out before heading over to the clubhouse just in time for the party. I found my husband first, and he told me the babies were already asleep, and since I'd spent the day pumping at regular intervals so I'd be able to drink tonight, and the twins would still get fed, I took a drink and then joined the rest of the guys and Old Ladies in celebrating our President's Old Lady's birthday. I had to admit, as the night wore on, I was so glad that I had decided to approach Juan that day in Charming. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have this amazing life, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
A/N: Well here it is. The final chapter in this part. Possibly the final chapter in the whole series. I really hope y'all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I still am stuck in my writer's block, so I'm thinking of going back and rewriting the chapters I already have written of part 5, if I can. I'm not making any promises. We shall see what happens. Please review. I want to say thank you to everyone who has read this series, and a special thank you to stordec23 who has been such a faithful reviewer. I appreciate you so much.
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