I really fucking hate this guy!

Watching his dumb ass strolling over to Starla while smiling deviously at her as soon as we entered the damn palace has my inner demons growling out fiercely.

I'm just itching to get my hands on him. Why the hell is even here in the first place? I thought we've seen the last of him. At least I hoped that we did.

How foolish of me to think that someone like Liam would ever go away. He's like a damn blood sucking leech that you can't pull off of your skin.

"Liam? Why are you here?" Starla inexplicably ask him. All of her mates including me edge our way closer to her. I stand behind her along with Niko as Alis and Navin goes to each of her sides in a protective stance against him.

He sharply looks down to her swollen stomach as soon as he sees the baby bump that Starla has he peers back up at her cocking his head to the side, casting her evil grin.

"I'm here because your brothers invited me," he points his index finger to Starla's little bump, "knocked up huh? That didn't take long. Whose is it?" The asshole ask her knowing he's just going to piss us all off at him.

"This baby is all of ours." I grittily tell him. He just gives me a mocking laugh.

"That's not the way this works buddy. It only takes one of you to knock her up. You can't all be the daddies." This moron is trying my fucking patience.

"I don't see why not? We did it and as you can see it turned out pretty well for us Liam. If you have a problem with it then I think you should take it up with me and not them." King Trigon comments as he walks steadily up to a quivering Liam. I have to smirk when I notice that Liams body begins to shiver. I think I just moved King Trigon up to the top of my list of favorite people.

"King Trigon I'm so sorry I didn't mean to be disrespectful." Liam balks like a damn school girl. I have to admit I'm enjoying watching Liam getting scolded. The idea of him getting brought down a peg or two by the King enlightens me fully.

"Well you did sound disrespectful. Trying to or not. I won't stand for that type of disrespect in my own home especially when it comes my own children. Who by the way have also got multiple dads." Man I'm loving this.

"It won't happen again your majesty. I didn't mean anything by it. I care for Starla. I always have. We were just playing around." Liam lies through his fucking teeth. The bastard.

"No we weren't you asshole! Don't lie to my father. You have done nothing but treat me badly ever since you came back into my life. The last time I saw you I told you that your mom must have a bigger dick than you do and by watching you just now I truly believe it. You're a bold face liar and a coward Liam. Now can you please just leave here and never come back? I don't want to ever see you again and I don't trust you around my brothers either." Starla's rampage toward Liam shocks me. I know she's a spitfire but I've never seen her be quite so open handed with her comments. Must be the pregnancy hormones. Right?

"Is that so? I think you should leave right now Liam. You remember the way out don't you?" King Trigon suggest waving his hand out toward the front door entrance.

Liam huffs, glowering over at Starla, he bypasses us on his way to the door none of us care enough to even watch him leave.

"Starla for what it's worth I do wish you the very best for your baby." Liam's final words strike a cord deep within me.

Jealousy floods in my veins at his last parting remark. I know I shouldn't feel this way but I've always been jealous over Liam's and Starla's relationship. Maybe because he was her first? I don't know why but I hate that I feel this way about him. He doesn't and will never deserve her.

"What a jackass!" I laugh at King Trigons admission. I agree wholeheartedly with him.

"Anyway what brought you here today baby girl?" King Trigon ask reminding me of the reason that we came here to see them.

"I need to talk to all of you, including my brothers. It's really important." Starla informs him.

"Sure. How about you all join us for dinner? We can discuss whatever you came here for over a hearty meal." We all agree and start making plans for a family dinner.

Thank fuck it all worked out.

Carson and Farno have agreed to take over our reigns of the Umbra Realm. They were both actually excited over the prospect of ruling their own kingdom.

Starla couldn't have been more pleased over the outcome. The only condition that we required of them of our transfer to them is for them to allow us to help them until we are all able to get the Realm straightened out to a decent and livable level. I'm just so damn glad that's all taken care of now.

But at this particular moment I'm back home in the en-suite bathroom with Starla while she's wrenching her poor little guts out in the porcelain toilet before her.

While I'm holding back her hair from her face I can't help but to feel so damn sorry for her. Her entire dinner, well basically all of it, is now flushed down the toilet. 

When she's finally done with her over induced vomiting she looks up at me with her face full of embarrassment.

"What's wrong sparkles?" She looks so damn worn out. She wipes her chin with the back of her hand with her other hand hugging the toilet like it's a damn life raft.

She falls back onto the toilet peering up at me but her eyes keep trying to dodge mine. "Starla?" I question drawing out her name.

"I accidentally tinkled." She lowly tells me with her beautiful face turning a cute shade of pink suddenly plus shes looking up at me forming the cutest little pout in the entire world.

"I'll fix it for you." I assure her running off into the bedroom to grab her another change of clothes.

I read about this, where a woman has a hard time controlling their bladder during their pregnancy. Now that we know that she has two of them pushing on her bladder I figured this would happen eventually.

Grabbing a set of clothes for her I go back into the bathroom to give my beautiful but worn out sparkles a dry change of clothes.

My gut is tied up into knots.

We are all at the care center preparing to see our first glimpse of our babies. Starla is lying flat on the bed with some glop being rubbed on her stomach by a well care tech.

I have Alis on my side with Niko standing on the other. Navin is near the end of the bed as we are all staring at the little machine waiting patiently for the tech to do her job.

As soon as the tech puts a strange probe against Starla's stomach moving it around slowly and clicking buttons the picture then lights up for us to see.

The picture on the little screen is a bit fuzzy but the tech thankfully points out everything on the screen explaining to us all in great detail about what we are all actually seeing.

Two little precious blobs appear on the screen. I suck in a deep breath as soon I see them both flashing on the screen. It's fucking amazing.

My babies.

Our babies!

Could life get any better?

My heart swells up with love the instant I see them. I keep staring at the little monitor in pure amazement.

"There's baby A," the tech points her finger to a small blob on the left, "and there is baby B." She looks down at Starla smiling. Starla has fresh tears rolling down her cheeks as she looks lovingly at the screen.

"I can't make out anything." Navin complains scowling toward the screen. The tech just laughs at him going back over what she just said earlier just to appease him. Navins scowl remains on his face as he stares at the screen.

"I do see two of them but I just can't make out any features." Navin still complains. "They look like two little baby mice to me." He adds grumbling.

"They will be more defined the further along she gets. We will do another ultrasound when she's a little over twenty weeks." The tech tells us all.

And I can't wait!

"I can't believe you just called our babies mice!" Starla exclaims.

Me either!

Back home and finally sitting down to a lovely dinner I keep on staring at Starla across the table from me. I can't seem to draw my eyes away from her.

Tonight on the menu the chef has managed to prepare a delectable meal. Roast beef stew with baby potatoes and sweet cornbread the alluring aroma of it all wafts throughout the room.

Starla is clearly loving the meal completely. She is eating it like a lion ravishing hungrily on a juicy gazette.

She catches us all staring at her astonished and pauses her devouring of the food, eyeing us all with a bit of uncertainty.

"What?" She grumbles a bit viscously toward us. I nearly choked on the water I was drinking.

"Nothing." I rush to say hurriedly looking back down at my stew.

When I raise my head back up slowly to watch her again I see Niko trying his best to quickly grab a piece of her cornbread off of her plate.

She snaps her head toward him giving him a very hard stern look. Waving her spoon up in the air at him like a damn weapon.

"If you eat a pregnant woman's food you are required to have that baby for her. Are you prepared to that?" She grouses scowling at Niko.

Niko pulls his hand away slowly from her plate glowering over at her with a terrified expression plastered on his face he just shakes his head.

She huffs at him but it doesn't stop her from continuing to devour the rest of her food that's quickly disappearing right in front of her.

When she finally finished her food she leans back in her chair rubbing her hand over her swollen belly sighing out in complete contentment.

We just can't draw our eyes off of her. I have never seen anyone enjoy their food quite as much as she has just now.

She catches us eyeing her again and rolls her pretty blue eyes at us. Trying her best to adjust herself in a more comfortable position in her chair.

"What?" she blows out a breath, "The babies made me eat it." Her simple reply has me chuckling at her.

The babies indeed.

After finally falling asleep tonight with Starla constantly tossing and turning beside me I awaken suddenly from the sound of my bedroom door being pried opened.

I crane my neck looking over toward the bedroom door to see a sneaky little Starla trying to creep out of the bedroom quietly.

I wait a beat before I get up to follow after her. Allowing her enough time to get to wherever she is so quietly trying to sneak off to.

At the bottom of the stairs I strain my ears to listen for anything that may be able to give me a hint as to where she may have ran off to.

Finally hearing a light shuffling sound coming from the kitchen I silently tiptoe my way to the room.

Opening the kitchen door I have to pause at the door just so I can observe my beautiful destined one pigging out on a pack of Oreo cookies in her hand and a giant glass of milk in the other one.

That's not so surprising to me what is surprising to me is seeing that she also has a jar a baby dill pickles sitting beside her on the counter plus a giant tub of chocolate chip ice cream.

She's chowing down on all of them like there's not going to be a tomorrow.

I slowly creep into the kitchen walking over to her I stop right in front of her eyeing the barrage of food that's haphazardly placed around her.

"Sparkles what are you doing?" I ask eyeing her suspiciously.

"What? I'm pregnant with your babies, and our babies wants chocolate chip ice cream. What do you want me to do, starve the babies to death?" She replies while still chomping down on a damn Oreo.

"And the rest?" I ask her waving my hand across the display of food that's on the counter.

"I can't help it Demir. I'm having cravings all the time. One minute I want waffles with pickles and the next I want pizza mixed with peanut butter and I hate waffles!" she attest loudly then suddenly out of the blue she starts sobbing out uncontrollably.

Grabbing the glass of milk and Oreos out of her hands I place them down on the counter beside her then gently take ahold of both of her tiny hands.

"Sparkles it's completely normal. All pregnant women have cravings although some are more stranger than the others it's nothing to feel ashamed about." I coo to assure her.

"I don't feel ashamed Demir I feel hungry! All of the time!" She screams at me pushing me away from her as she stumbles from the counter a bit ungraciously. I reach out to help her but she pushes me away again completely refusing my help.

When she finally has her two feet planted down on solid ground she glares up at me with a little bit of the Oreo cookie smeared on the side of her mouth.

Reaching out I try to wipe away the offending cookie smear off her face but she quickly blanches away from me scowling.

"What are you doing?" She scoffs granting me a harsh stern look.

"Just trying to get some left over Oreos off of the side of your mouth. What is bothering you sparkles? I know this just can't be about the cravings." I ask pleadingly.

"I am sorry my pregnancy hormones verbally abused you I just wanted some damn snacks but instead of enjoying it I get made fun of for eating them." She wails. To be honest it sort of terrifies me how sensitive she's been acting lately. I'm scared I may say or do the wrong thing. It's like I'm walking around on eggshells. One wrong move and I'm afraid they will crack.

"I'm sorry. I just came down here because I was worried about you. If your craving all of this then by all means eat away. I want disturb you." I grouse. Giving her a slight grin I start to walk away but she grabs ahold of my wrist lightly,  halting me before I can make my escape.

"I'm sorry Demir I don't know what's gotten into me lately. I feel all jumpy and hungry all the time. My damn ankles are starting to swell, my back aches, and I feel nauseous. I'm just plain miserable." My poor baby. I can't stand to see her this way.

"It's fine sparkles I just want you to be happy. What do you need me to do? Rub your feet? I'm good at that. You want a massage? I'm your man. Go for a food run? I got the fastest car in the Realm. Anything you want sparkles all you have to do is ask." She gives me a faint little smile reaching out for my other hand. She pulls me to her then looks up at me with the most serious and pointed look that I have ever seen on her face before.

"I just want fucking ice cream." She demands. She emphasizes each word while she's bouncing my hands up and down in hers. I release a hearty chuckle at her demand.

"If my sparkles wants ice cream then she shall get ice cream." Reaching out for the tub of ice cream that was left on the counter I hand it to her but back away from her slowly once she yanks it out of my hand.

Tonight I have learned a valuable lesson that's for damn sure. Never come in between a pregnant woman and her ice cream or any type of food cravings for that matter.

Something very fishy was going on.

I mean that in a literal sense. When I say fish I mean fish.

Starla's cravings have turned and I'm not so sure that I like this bout of cravings too much.

Fish!

Every damn kind of fish you can think of she's been wanting lately.

From catfish, sardines, tuna, trout, to fucking swordfish. She has been consuming them all for the last two and half weeks.

And it's starting to make me sick.

I have one well known aversion that I just can't stand and that aversion is surprisingly fish.

I can't stand any type of of the foul swimming creatures. The smell alone from them all is enough to make me want to gag.

Needless to say I have been suffering through a strict diet here of late.

I keep traipsing into the kitchen after dark over the last two weeks just to eat some semblance of a normal meal.

Tonight's menu unfortunately consist of brown buttered creamed halibut as the main fucking dish.

Scrunching up my nose in disgust I try my best to swallow down the vile tasting beast.

But I'm not as strong as I think I might be. As soon as the halibut hits my tastebuds I gag. I just can't take this any longer. Dropping my fork down on my plate the clattering noise of my fork hitting the damn plate draws everyone's attention to me.

"Is everything okay?" Starla ask me with a touch of concern in her sweet voice. What am I suppose to say? I don't want to hurt her feelings but I can longer tolerate even the smell of all of this fish any longer.

"Sparkles. I hate fish! I hate all types of fish. Shrimp, cod, haddock, and especially halibut! I know that you are craving fish lately but I just can't handle it any more." I tell her with disgust all over my face.

"Why didn't you just tell me? We could have asked for the chef to prepare you something different. Something you would prefer." She replies with a bemused look toward me.

She's just not getting it.

"What I'm trying to say sparkles is I can't handle fish any longer. Eating it, looking at it, and smelling it. This entire castle ranks of fish." I tell her in a moderate tone because I truly don't want to hurt her feelings.

"I agree with him baby. If I see another water dweller on my plate I think I might just puke." Navin agrees with me looking down at his plate with a furrowed scowl.

Niko and Alis nod both of their heads agreeing with us looking solemnly over at Starla. I wait on baited breath hoping that she doesn't have another conniption fit.

With her hormonal moods swings lately you can never tell how she's going to react these days.

"It's fine I'm about tired of fish anyway. What I really want to try is some collared greens. I've heard those are really good." She replies with a genuine smile.

I nearly gag again.

I love that she is carrying our babies but I really hate these damn cravings of hers.

"Oh and gooey duck and some head cheese." Yep that did it. I'm done. I shake my head feeling nauseous as I rise up from my seat.

"Where are you going?" Starla demurely ask.

I close my eyes and suck in a huge breath.

"To the bathroom. I need to pay a visit to the almighty porcelain God." I faintly reply dashing off to the bathroom hurriedly.

Please let these carvings come to an end! Please I beg of you!