Vincent and I ended up having another baby, well two more actually.

Roman was a little brother to Judah and Noah. We had decided we wanted another baby after Judah had turned one, so then came Noah.

Noah was a carbon copy of Vincent, which actually terrified me. Noah was born at a whopping 12 pounds and 23 inches, and still currently a huge boy for his age, who definitely preferred his dad to me. But just like Vincent, Noah was no nonsense and took things very serious, which ended up ruffling Judah's feathers half the time.

Then Vincent and I figured we wanted to be outnumbered for the rest of our lives, so then came Roman. Roman was a total mama's boy, a sweet little thing, and a few years younger than his siblings with a heart of gold.

But Roman was also a little nuts, he liked to wreak havoc, stir the pot, what ever you want to call it. He was the opposite of his serious siblings, that's for sure.

As for Judah, her and Carter were best friends. I knew they'd stay that way for a while, their vastly different personality's complemented the others. Carter was a like a quite mouse, and Judah, well Judah was everything but. Judah embodied the traits I never had, outgoing, proud, and no nonsense.

I would watch Judah play and it made me so happy that she wasn't like me, she wasn't shy or timid, she was loud and outgoing, and we encouraged that in her, and I didn't ever want anyone taking away that spark. For example, If her brother took her toy, she would take it back and tell them it was wrong, that they hurt her feelings.

I felt Vincent walk up behind me, wrapping his large arm around my neck and rubbing his thumb over my matching 'Vincent' tattoo, "I know what you're thinking." I heard him whisper in my ear, "And you better stop,"

"You know nothing." I scoffed, and he gave me a lil kiss because we both knew it was a big ole' lie. Vincent and I could read each other like a freakin' book at this point, it was almost scary at times.

"I want her to be like you, sweetheart. Kind and caring, a good person even when things get tough. A good leader, and tougher than nails. If she's half the woman you are, she'll be just okay."

"You're too nice to me." I told him while rubbing his arm, and he shook his head, "Never."

We were standing on our back patio, watching the children play as Donnie walked up next to me, Lola clinging to his leg. Carter was now a big brother, Donnie and Lucas had a little girl, Lola, via surrogate about two years after Noah, and she was the sweetest little kid, "Worried about Judah again?" He asked, and I nodded my head.

"I just want her to be normal, I'm scared of what happened to my family, and I want so much more for her, for all three of them." I confided in Donnie, who nodded his head, "I hear you. My relationship with my parents is so fucked, and I never want that with Carter and Lola, it's like, how do you even prevent that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "That's what I want to know. I just want to be there for them, y'know? I don't want them to be scared to tell me something, I want them to want to talk to me."

"It's a scary feelings," Donnie agreed, as we watched Judah dunk her brothers head in the sandbox, "Jude, that's not very kind." I told her, as Vincent clipped out, "Knock it off!"

Okay, Judah could be a brat sometimes.

"You should probably go see a therapist." Donnie told me, and I knew he was right. I was so worried for my children, but I hesitate to tell people my fears, because they would say, "Oh, she has two brothers and a scary father, she'll be just fine."

But I didn't want people to respect Judah because of her brothers or father, I wanted people to respect her because she was Judah, something I never got. But Vinnie and I would make sure people respected her, I mean after all, Judah will be their boss someday.

I was lost in thought and I heard Noah before I saw him, walking up to grab Lola to go play. Now that was a duo I never expected. Noah's serous demeanor didn't match with Lola's sweet one, but the two were compatible nonetheless.

I personally though Noah had a little crush on Lola, but Vincent forbid all three of our children from ever dating, so they were shit out of luck for the time being.

But I was curious to see how they would be in about 10 years.

Noah took Lola to their tree house, and I sat back on Vincent's lap on the patio chair, and he whispered, "Hi mama."

I smiled at him and planted a little kiss, "Hi daddy."

"Years later and I still get a boner when you call me that." He chuckled while taking a swig of his beer, and I shook my head, "Pervert."

"Let's go fuck in the bathroom." He whispered so lowly in my ear I almost missed it, and my face turned hot, "Vinnie."

"I wanna fuck you raw over the bathroom counter, I'm talking not walking right for days."

"What about the kids?" I asked him and he answered out, "Let Donnie and Lucas watch them for a few minutes."

Vincent got up first, excusing himself inside. I told Donnie I would be right back, and he turned his head to look at me with a smug smile, mouthing 'sneaky bitch'.

I snuck off to the bathroom, and as soon as I turned the corner Vin yanked my arm and pulled me in, shutting the door behind me. He slammed me into the door, whispering dirty things to me as he quickly and roughly took my clothes off.

Within seconds my shirt and bra were off, and he took my nipple into his mouth while grabbing the other, "always nice to see my girls." He told them like he hasn't seen them every day for the last several years. He moved the piercing around with his tongue, and it made me gasp in response.

I'd gotten them repierced after I was done breastfeeding Roman, per the request of the big man himself, who was happy as a lark to have them back.

He placed me on the counter, and I quickly unbuttoned his belt as he lifted my skirt, and within seconds he was fully in me, his one large hand covering my mouth to keep me quite while the other went to rub my clit.

He kept his thumb running consistent circles at just the pressure he knew I loved, and I eventually came on both his hand and dick, his mouth meeting mine as I rode out my orgasm.

He followed a minute or two later, pulling out and cleaning me with a warm washcloth, "I'll never get tired of fucking the shit out of you, watching you cum all over my dick," He tucked my hair behind my ear as I caught my breath, "The face you make when you come." He shook his head, "Shit would make a preacher cuss in a church."

I smiled as he took me off the counter, placing me back on my feet and opening the door for me, "Well, you do such a good job at it." I told him with a kiss, and he smiled down at me, smacking my ass as I limped back into the kitchen.

He really keeps up his promises, let me tell you.

Vinnie and I walked back out onto the the patio, settling back down as Donnie questioned us, "Well well, where have you two been?"

I let out a laugh, and Vincent frowned, "Fuck off."