&Easton&

Who the hell locks a hospital room's door?

I just need Aiden's special pen—he only writes with that one. It's blue and has a car as the push button, and it's the best gift he's ever received. I have ten more, in case it's done and he gets upset. 

It's better to be prepared than sorry. 

I knock on the door again, because surely someone is in there. Luckily, Aiden is with Dominic, Camilla and Sebastian right now, because if he were here, I think my ear would've fallen off already because of the amount of complaining he would do. That boy doesn't understand the definition of patience.

Finally, I hear some movement through the wall. I straighten my stand, not knowing if I should expect a doctor, a cleaner or some creep. 

I surely didn't expect a strong and rough hand grabbing my wrist and yanking me inside. "What—"

The sound of the door locking again interrupts me. I can barley see anything, because it's dark as fuck in here, and am currently wondering how I ended up here. 

"Who even are you—"

A moan interrupts me. what is it with me getting interrupted today?

I recognize it to be Daisy's, and when I listen better, I hear hers and my brother's heavy breathing. So no doctor, cleaner or creep. It's just my wife being horny. 

"Is this why Dominic is all sad and alone downstairs?" I ask, a smirk slowly making its way to y lips as I stand up from my brute fall on the floor. 

Take that, Subinic. I get sexy time. 

"Shut up, he's not sad," Asher mutters, but it's muffled. I take that's because his lips are attached to Daisy's sensitive spot, the one right beneath her ear where it's so easy to leave hickeys. 

My eyes get used to the dark eventually, and I take in the beautiful sight of my wife, pinned against the wall and in pure bliss. Her head is resting against the wall, her arms are wrapped around Asher's neck and her eyes are only half open.

Her little whimpers and soft moans are indications she's trying to be silent. It's simple: I cannot allow that. 

It's been way too long since I've had my hands on her. Since I've felt her ragged breathing against my lips and her greedy hands all over me. That must change today.

"Fuck," she mutters, and that's my cue to step closer. I see Asher's knuckles deep in her, teasing her by moving his fingers slowly. Exactly how I like to see it. 

"A bit desperate, little love?" I ask her, my lips hovering over hers. Of course I take care they don't touch fully; that's something I like to see her beg for. Most pof the time, the temptation of my lips being so close to hers are enough. 

Today, however, she's overwhelmed by everything. The poor little thing has waited long before she could finally get off, and now she can, she doesn't know what part of our tormenting to relish in. 

"Easton," she gasps, and I have no time to smirk at the despair in her voice before she smashes our lips together. 

I'll let it slide today; this moment is too precious to destroy with a promise of punishment. 

"I'm so close," she moans, and Asher chuckles beside me. Her eyes close completely. Just when her grip in my brother's neck tightens and she's about to cum, he retreats. 

"No," she cries out in frustration. "Asher, I—ugh, fuck you!"

I sink on my knees in front of her. That's easy to do; she's still pinned against the wall—on trembling legs, yes, but Asher is keeping her up. I could stay on my knees in front of her for the rest of my life. Her body is something I could worship forever. 

And I plan on doing so. My wife should be worshipped. After all, she' the one putting up with us. 

When my tongue touches the place she's been teased most today, her legs almost give out. Fortunately for her, I've slung my arms around her knees and Asher's holding her hips. One of her hands reaches up to her lips, to muffle her sounds, but before I can comment anything on it, Ash has already taken care of it. 

"Please," she begs. There's the word that sounds so pretty when she says it: please. I'm addicted to hearing her beg, to hearing her whisper things she normally never would if she's just triggered din the right way. 

I suck and lick her, making sure I make her feel good. Just like Asher did, I add one finger, yet the only difference is that he took his rings off. I couldn't care less. 

Daisy gasps at the difference in temperature. I feel her tightening around my finger. She's about to come. 

Hurtling fast toward the edge, she lets out the most arousing sounds. Fuck, I wish I could just fuck her already. 

When she comes, her grip on my hair tightens even more. It's almost painful at this point, but I don't feel quite feel it. The only thing I can focus on is Daisy and the pleasure I'm giving her. My painful scalp can wait. 

I kiss my way up her body, sad she's clothed from the hip up. I'll have her fully naked soon enough, though, so it can be counted as a little tease. My brat still has it in her. "How are you feeling?"

She mutters some incomprehensible words. Her legs are still not working, so Ash just picks her up. I dress her again, leaving kisses all over her face and neck. "My pretty wife." 

Her eyes open for the smallest moment, but the dazed look she has in them tells me enough. She's content and satisfied, just how I like her. 

The peace of our time is stopped when the door makes a noise. It's not quite the door itself; it's someone slammed into it, expecting it to be unlocked. And since I don't see a shadow or figure through the curtains of the window, I'm guessing it's one of the kids. 

Alarmed, I look at Asher. He's watching the door with narrowed eyes, completely in his own mind. "We're lucky they didn't come in ten minutes ago." 

As much as I like the idea of almost getting caught, our kids being close when we are making out is not something I want to experience. Ever. 

My brother sits down on the love seat, Daisy wrapped up in his arms. She's fast asleep, which means she probably was already exhausted before we started teasing her.

I unlock the door, seeing Sebastian's back. He's bend over, sniffling but hiding it. He must have ran here, because Dominic and the twins are only now entering the hallway. 

Taking pity on him, I reach for Sebastian to carry him. It's not his fault the door was locked, it never is. Maybe he was just too excited to see us. 

His teary eyes are what punch me in the gut. This boy is so damn precious; I don't like his pain. He's already has had so much of that in his life. 

"Ow," he pouts, still sniffing but wiping his tears away. I kiss his nose, feeling sorry for him. "I'm sorry."

Dominic sighs, his wheelchair coming to a halt next to me. Camilla and Aiden run inside, but stop halfway when they see their mom is taking a nap. It looks like dada needs one too. 

My brother seems tired. He's been babysitting for a few hours now, and for three kids. Together with the meds he's taking, I think it's safe to say he'll be sleeping like a baby in a minute or five. "Take over. Please."

I chuckle, "Alright." I open the door wider for him, so he can roll in. Sebastian watches from the same height as me, cling so he doesn't fall. 

Now that Daisy's asleep in Asher's arms, I should help Dominic in bed. I put Seb on a chair, promising I'll be back before he can say pneumonia. He's already trying. 

"Fuck," Dominic groans when he hits the bed, immediately laying down and closing his eyes. "Do you mind if I sleep for a minute?"

I smile. "Of course not. I'll wake you up for dinner, alright? That's in forty minutes." 

He nods, raising a hand to ask a high five as a sign of gratitude. "What's Camilla doing?" 

Ah, he wants me to talk until he's asleep. That happens, when he needs some comfort. "She currently coloring in her book. Aiden's reading his new chem book. And Sebastian is waggling towards me."

Dom smiles. I pick up Sebastian again, and his eyes close before he even hits my chest. "You're both tired, am I right? Now, I think I might be getting ice cream as dessert tonight. Maybe we can take a ride in your car."

The hint of a smile shows around Dominic's lips. He really loves that car. Sometimes I wonder if he loves it more than me. 

I'm pretty sure he does.