The mug on Roman's face deepened at the sight of Raelle's boyfriend and baby-daddy, Josiah, walking to sit down on the couch across from him with his son in his hands. It seemed like this boy was always at their house now, and Roman hated that.

He didn't even have a real reason not to like Josiah anymore because he was actually a pretty good kid and had been at Raelle's side almost every other day since the birth of their baby boy, but Roman didn't care. Once someone got on his bad side, it was hard to get off of it.

The only reason he tolerated Josiah was because Angel practically forced him to. A few weeks ago she even made him take Josiah to a basketball game with the company of Isaiah too. They had fun, but Roman would never admit that out loud.

"Stop looking like that, ugly." Raelle mushed his head while walking past him, going to sit next to her boyfriend.

"You damn near got my whole face. Shut yo' ass up." He rolled his eyes at her, and she waved him off with a smile.

"Barely." Kaiya said from the side of him, making him roll his eyes at her too.

"Go tell yo' mama I said come here." He lightly tapped her shoulder, and she climbed out of his lap with her iPad in her hands, going to do as told.

Kaiya held on to the railing of the stairs as she walked up to the second floor, trying not to drop her iPad while doing so. Her dad had just replaced the screen on it for the third time last week because she dropped it so much, but she didn't understand how it cracked so easily anyway.

Switching her attention back to the original task she was supposed to be doing, her eyes found Angel's frame, seeing that she was sitting on the bed with a plate of food in her lap.

"Hey mommy. What you doing?" Kaiya sat on the side of her, mostly focused on the food that she was eating.

Chuckling, Angel tore a piece of meat off of the oxtail she was eating, raising her hand to put it in Kaiya's mouth. She then fed her a spoonful of her dirty rice, knowing she'd probably ask for some of that too.

"Why you ain't make me none?" Kaiya's face formed a frown after she'd chewed her food, now wanting her own plate.

"When I asked if you wanted some, you told me no. Go tell your daddy to make you a plate. It's in the oven."

"Oh yeah, daddy said c'mere. And can I have one please?" She grabbed one of Angel's oxtails from the plate without waiting for an answer, catching the dripping juice in her other hand.

"What did I tell you about that Kaiya?" Now it was Angel's turn to frown.

"But I said please."

"And I didn't answer. That's not a yes-no, I don't want it now 'cause you already grabbed it." Angel told her, momentarily being interrupted after Kaiya tried passing it back to her.

Her lips dropped down into a small pout at Angel's 'mom' voice that she rarely ever used with her. Kaiya didn't get a chance to respond because her dad walked in, and she took that as her cue to leave-taking a sad bite out of the oxtail as she did.

"What you do to her?" Roman chuckled, pulling his shirt from over his head.

"Nothing. She took my food without out asking and I guess got upset because I didn't want it back." Angel took a bite out of her rice, turning her attention towards her phone.

"Don't come over here with that Roman. Move." She pushed at his torso once he tried laying between her legs, her frown returning.

"So I can't lay on you now?"

"No 'cause you like to do more than laying and I'm busy right now."

"Can I eat on you when you d-,"

"No. You need a sex doll." She shook her head at him, barely able to complete her sentence before he laughed.

"Man you say shit like that but when I give that pussy a break you be begging me to get back in there." He said, following up with another laugh at the way she rolled her eyes since they both knew that was true.

"Shut up. You always telling my business." She put her near empty plate on the dresser, then placed her hand underneath her stomach for support to help herself up from the bed.

She smiled at how quick Roman seemed to be in front of her, putting his arms underneath hers to pull her up. She was already out of breath by the time she was on her feet, causing Roman to chuckle.

Angel was approaching the last month of her pregnancy, and everything tired her out. The time basically flew the last few months, and honestly she didn't know how she got to the finish line this quickly.

The first appointment they went to after her positive pregnancy tests, she was just a few weeks short from being four months-the time frame where they were supposed to find out the genders of the twins she carried. Against Roman's wishes, Angel opted to wait until she gave birth to find out.

Last month, she almost decided to let the obstetrician tell Roman the genders since her appointment landed the day before his birthday, but she changed her mind at the last minute. She liked surprises, and plus, they'd found a bunch of cute gender neutral clothes and baby items already, so not knowing the genders wasn't stopping much.

"Thank you baby." She tilted her head back for a kiss, and he lowered his to be at her level to give her one.

"Where you goin'? You gotta pee?" He asked, knowing she had to use the bathroom a billion times a day now.

"No. I'm going to go get my baby from Raelle." She moved around him, starting to waddle out of the bedroom.

Roman just shook his head at her, getting back in the bed. She swore that Raelle's son, Messiah, was her own child. Between her and Faye, Raelle rarely ever had her own kid. He was being shared between the whole household.

A few minutes later, Angel came back in the room with Messiah and his bottle in her hands. Roman moved to his side of the bed so that she could lay back down next to him, which she did after grabbing the TV remote.

"What are you doing, sir?" Angel looked over at him after realizing that her phone was in his hand.

"Nothin'. Get you some business." He replied, another photo being highlighted blue to join twenty others-pictures that he was about to send to himself.

Angel never posted on Instagram, and the only photos of her he had in his phone were ones that he'd taken-usually explicit or with their family. All the real good pictures of her, she took herself and kept in her photo gallery. He hated that.

"You are so obsessive. There's nothing there." She chuckled after he'd used her face to unlock her hidden photo album.

"Lame." He switched out of that album, instead going to her recently deleted.

Angel refocused her attention to Messiah, who was staring mindlessly at the illuminated ceiling light. He was such a quiet baby, Angel loved it. He rarely ever cried-and usually a fresh diaper or bottle could calm him down immediately.

The last few months had been nothing short of an exhilarating experience, which was surprising to all of them because it hadn't been as exhausting as they thought it would be. Messiah was such a calm baby, just like his mother.

"I just got him Ray." Angel frowned at Raelle, who now stood at her side, requesting her baby back.

"Mama we about to go, girl. I told you that a few minutes ago." She chuckled, putting her hands on her hips.

"Be back in two days or I'ma come find you. 48 hours exactly. Nothing more." Roman said without looking up from Angel's phone, causing Raelle to roll her eyes.

"I'm grown bookie, thank you. I'll be back when I'm back." She reached over to mush his head, and then grabbed her baby out of Angel's arms.

"You heard what I said, bookie." He snaked his neck the way that she did, making both her and Angel laugh.

After talking for a few minutes longer and giving them each a hug, Raelle left out of their bedroom, leaving the two of them alone again.

"My baby ain't even texting me back." Angel chuckled, putting her phone down on the dresser once she seen that Kaiya left her on read again.

"Over yo' own oxtails is crazy." He wrapped his arm around her body to pull her closer to him, and she nodded with a smile. She understood though; those oxtails she made were fall-off-the-bone good.

"Ermias," Her smile immediately disappeared at the feeling of him poking the side of her belly, resulting in the stretch of her skin as one of her babies kicked him back.

"My fault. I love them. Just for a few minutes tonight, ok?" He rubbed over her belly button area, and seeing the soft expression on his face, she nodded in response.

Roman was so in love with their unborn kids, every night he spent hours on end playing with them; sometimes even when Angel was asleep. And every time he spoke loud enough, they would change positions in Angel's belly to grab his attention.

Angel didn't understand the science behind them being aware enough to already know who their father was, and she often google searched if it was even possible. Turns out, it was. They didn't legitimately know who their dad was, but they were definitely more than familiar with his presence.

They loved it, too.

"That hurt mama?" He looked up at her after one of the babies kicked again, this time near the bottom part of her stomach.

"No baby. You're fine." She assured, chuckling afterwards. Her babies kicking didn't usually hurt her, unless they kicked her abdomen or pushed against her rib cage.

"I love them so much. Every time I get down here to talk to them I be wanting to cry." He chuckled as well, coming up from her belly to kiss her lips.

"And I love you. I hope you know you can have whatever you want, whenever you want it." He kissed her forehead next, watching a smile spread across her face.

"I love you more than anything." She said back, her voice quiet since she was now sleepy. He loved talking to her when she got tired.

"Let me eat some pussy then." His hand was already between her legs, and she laughed because he just would not give up.

"Go lock the door." She told him with a smile, shaking her head at how he wasted no time to do so.

When he came back to the bed, she lifted her legs in the air so that he could pull her panties off of her, but he kept them on the side of him when he did instead of tossing them on the floor.

His hands went underneath her stomach to hold it up and take some pressure off of her, and he used his forearms and elbows to keep her legs spread apart so that she wouldn't be able to run from him.

Then, he dipped his head down to his favorite place to be, and gently pulled her clit between his lips until it was inside of his mouth. He groaned as soon as he did, pressing his face deeper into her folds. She was his hyper-fixation and that was obvious.

Angel was so upset that her protruding stomach was in the way of her being able to see him do what he did best. She couldn't even hold his head anymore because she could no longer reach that low. It almost made her want to stop and just cry instead, but she knew that he enjoyed giving her head a lot so she wouldn't tell him.

As if she would ever get away with being quiet about how she felt, Roman came up to be near her face a few seconds later.

"What's wrong fat ma? You want me to stop?" He asked; he knew that he'd been playfully begging but he hoped she hadn't agreed just to get him to stop. It was a much better experience when they were both fully into it.

"No I just can't see you anymore because you got me fucking pregnant." She mumbled, sure that she would start crying soon. She hated her hormones now.

"Stop it Roman. Don't laugh at me." She then frowned at him, but it was too late for that because he already had.

"You get on my nerves. Move." She tried scooting herself up in the bed, and Roman grabbed her waist with a smile to stop her.

"Nah baby I'm sorry. Come here." He chuckled, wrapping his hand around her neck as he pressed his lips against hers for a kiss.

Angel didn't get the chance to kiss him back for long before she quietly gasped, feeling two of his fingers push inside of her while his thumb found its place on her clit.

"Roman," She grabbed his muscular arms, becoming wetter from how he still kissed her while she could barely kiss back.

"Hm?" He sucked her bottom lip, and she finally moaned, tossing her head back a bit at the same time that her back arched up from the bed.

"There you go. You know daddy still got you." He watched the way her face frowned up in pleasure, releasing another moan at his words.

"Mmm, baby I-shit. When I cum, can you do it with me please?" Her arms wrapped around his neck, and he groaned, almost losing focus on the pace of his fingers that still thrusted inside of her.

"Please daddy?" She asked again, this time much softer while also leaving a kiss on the side of his face.

"Man, fuck. I hate when you do that shit Angel." His head dropped in her neck, and he had to pull his fingers out of her to grab his dick that was beginning to become soaked in his own cream.

"You cumming?" She kept his face in her hands, listening to him groan in response again, barely able to move. He really hated that she was learning what his sexual triggers were because she now knew how to make him nut before he was able to do the same for her.

"Mhm. I'm sorry ma," He remained in the position he was in, trying to let his orgasm pass so that he could go back to what he was doing.

"That's okay baby. Put it in me." She mumbled, wishing she could just reach down and do it herself.

"You so fucking nasty, yo." He gained some strength, doing what was asked of him. Angel moaned at the feeling of his wet dick being pushed inside of her, causing him to do the same.

"I be nutting so much when you talk to me. You feel that shit?" He pushed deeper, trying not to moan again when he felt her hands caressing his sides.

"Yes. You feel so good." She pulled his head down for another kiss, letting her tongue explore his mouth as soon as his lips parted.

He could feel her warm insides grow tighter around him before releasing, letting him know that her orgasm was close. He slowed his strokes down, but kept them as deep as possible which resulted in multiple moans from her.

"I'll cum wit' you. Don't ask. Just go." He spoke low against her lips, and her mouth fell open in shock, before her eyes dazed back. Roman let his head fall in her neck again, obsessed with the feeling of her hands on his body while she came around his dick.

Roman groaned after inhaling her natural scent, following her actions by releasing his nut just a few seconds after her orgasm started. The mix of their two substances made her pussy slippery, and Roman had half a mind to pull out and finish on her thigh to give her a break, but she stopped him before he could.

"You don't have to pull out baby. I can take it." Angel's tone was gentle, and she held him close as his dick continued to leak its creamy substance inside of her, practically filling her up.

"Angel, I-man, fuuuck," He moaned in her ear, another nut of his releasing just as soon as the first-technically second-one finished up. He gripped her waist to hold her still, trying to prevent his nut from falling out of her.

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." She kissed his tattooed shoulder since it was the closest to her mouth as he remained on top of her, and her words made him let out a deep grunt.

"I fucking love you." His body finally began to calm down, and he hoped she was done because he couldn't go another round right now.

"I love you more. You done?" She pulled his face from out of the crook of her neck, holding it at her level to leave a bunch of kisses on his lips.

"Mhm. You last longer than me now." He kissed her back, and she smiled, cockily shrugging her shoulders.

"I like seeing what I do to you. You so sensitive for me." She rubbed over her name that was tattooed on his hairline, letting him continue to kiss on her face.

"And I hate that you know that. You be bitchin' me. Shit mad embarrassin'." He finally sat up between her legs, and she laughed because she knew that he really was embarrassed. He hated when she outdid him.

"Aw, baby. It's only embarrassing if you make it that way." She chuckled, closing her legs as soon as he pulled out of her.

"Shut up. Open up, let me see." He tapped her thigh, and she playfully rolled her eyes before letting him spread her legs apart.

"Damn," He used his thumb to play with his nut that leaked out of her, pushing some of it back inside.

"You are so nasty and obsessive." She stared at him with humorous eyes, watching him put that same thumb in his mouth.

He chuckled, licking over his lips before leaning down to have his face between her folds again. As soon as his tongue met her slit, she lifted her feet to be on his shoulders and her anklet that had his name on it dangled near his ear.

"Roman stop doing that." She closed her legs around his head in shock after feeling his tongue in her second entrance, and he laughed, coming up for the last time.

"One day you gon' let me do it. Quit being lame and let me eat this a-,"

"No. And you're disgusting for even wanting to do that. Now, help me to the bathroom please." She put her arms tiredly in the air; she was sleepy as hell but she hated being sticky and also didn't like the smell of steamy sex after a while.

"You sing that dumbass Munch song all the time and won't even let me be one." He picked her up bridal style from the bed, heading towards their bathroom.

"Ok? I'm not about to discuss actual butt-eating with you. I think we're nasty enough. We don't have to take it any further." She told him, being placed on her feet near the sinks.

"One day." He smirked, grabbing a handful of her ass before finally letting her go.

Angel rolled her eyes at his antics while grabbing the bottom of her oversized shirt to pull it from over her head. Left in nothing but her birthday suit, she stared at her naked physique in the mirror, seeing how calm her babies currently were.

She was glad that they never moved around in her belly during intimate time with Roman. That would make her feel weird.

"You good?" Roman's arms wrapped around her after he'd started some shower water, and she nodded her head. She was always good if she was with him.

Took forever to finish this chapter gahdamn.