Chapter 48.

As soon as we arrive at my house, he helps me with the bags, and Morgana asks the driver and the gardener to help us.

We took everything to one of the bedrooms.

— Are you hungry? "My stomach rumbles."

— Yes, shopping has exhausted us. — I speak passing my hand on my belly, which was already usual. "Morgana must have prepared something."

"Hmm, so…"

— What to accompany me? ’ I don’t let him finish his sentence. — At lunch?

"Oh, I thought you were sending me away." He gives me that half—smile that takes me apart.

"I will if you take too long to answer!"

— Of course, I accept. — He says with a smile.

I want to have a good relationship with him.

(...)

The days went by, Petter was the same. Dylan and I got closer and closer. He helped me decorate the twins' room, as much as he wanted one room to be completely blue and the other pink. We managed to agree.

I was the one who decided on the colors. One green room and the other yellow. He just agreed. I think he was afraid I would push him away again. And Tina kept hitting on him, and I was holding back so I wouldn't get in her face.

"Are you sure it's right?" — Dylan was setting up Aurora's wardrobe.

— Yes. — He claims.

— And why are these 2 screws left? I asked as I held up the hands with the screws.

— Bring some more. — He doesn't look at me and continues with his service.

“What do you mean, Dylan?

— That's normal Ayza.

"Do you want to kill the mother of your children before they are born?" He doesn't say anything, he just stares at me. — Are you listening to me? — I ask.

He just gets up and walks towards me and kisses me, and of course, I return it.

— I love you! — He stops our kiss just to say he loves us.

“Love you too, Dylan. “I confess.

I go back to kissing him before he says anything.

In a fraction of a second, we are already without clothes, leaving only our underwear, and with my body showing, Dylan starts kissing my shoulders and going up to my neck, I'm so excited and his dick starts to grow against my belly.

He pushes me lightly against the wall, and holds my thighs making me cross my legs around him, his strong arms squeeze me not so hard, because of my belly, and explore my body, it drives me crazy.

— I want you... just... — Before I finish talking Dylan squeezes my intimacy making me moan in his mouth.

He kisses my body possessively as if he needs it and I don't think it's bad that I want him all to myself, just me. Only then did I realize how much I missed him?

Dylan squeezes my ass and slaps it hard, I can't contain myself and let out another moan, he gives a little smile and takes off my bra grabbing one of my breasts with a certain urgency.

It feels so good like he knows every step to leave me wanting more and more.

"Dylan..." I say when he stops touching me.

"Tell me what you want?" — He touches my intimacy again.

“ Ahhhh …” Another moan comes out of my mouth.

"Answer me, Ayza. " “He slaps my ass.

"I want you..." I speak as I try to suppress a groan.

— Just that?

— I want you inside me. — I speak and open my eyes and he smiles.

That devilish grin reappears.

He lays me down on top of the cardboard that was on the floor and leans over me, with some difficulty, gets very close to my ear, and leaves a trail of kisses, that goes down my breasts, and belly until it reaches my intimacy. He pulls my panties to the side and his mouth is so hot and wet, he makes figure-eight movements with his tongue, he pulls my lips and nibbles.

— Oh! Dylan. — I scream for him, he's so hot. Oh!

Soon he gets rid of my panties and fits between my legs and enters me.

He's putting everything into me, but, with a certain amount of care, I hold my nails tightly on his back, and with each thrust, he makes releases a moan. I enjoy every second.

It's a mix of so many things.

Now we are facing each other and he holds my neck giving more thrusts.

"Come for me little one." — He asks. "Fuck me."

He got me more and more excited with those words. It reminds me of the moments of love we once had. After a few thrusts, we reach the climax, Dylan falls beside me, pulling me to lie on his chest and showering me with kisses.

— What do we do?

"Dylan, can we just enjoy the moment?" I ask.

"But Peterson?"

“I know, I can't leave him, at least not right now.

"But Ayza ..."

“Dylan, this is not up for debate. — Snitch.

— All is well then.

(...)

*** Petterson. ***

I try to open my eyes, but it's difficult, the brightness bothers me. I realize I already know this place. Damn it! I was in the hospital again, it was difficult to breathe, only then did I realize that I use oxygen

I must have gotten worse.

Memories start to flood my mind.

I remembered that I spent tuning my voice on the wedding day. I wanted to surprise Ayza. She was thrilled.

Our honeymoon was incredible, our walks and moments of love.

When we started thinking about decorating the twins' room.

And on the day that Ayza had an appointment... I just remember that my vision started to blur.

"Finally, Petter." — Jack enters the room all smiling, accompanied by a nurse — I'll ask you to call your wife.

— What happened? — I ask without understanding anything.

"So..." He stares at the floor for a few seconds. — Your illness is progressing very fast. He takes a deep breath. — Ayza arrived here desperate, she found you passed out. It's been almost two months since you were in a coma.

“All of this? “I'm stunned by the news. “I can't believe I've left her for all this time.

“She comes here every day. — Jack counts. "I believe she will arrive soon."

"How much time do I have left?"

— Oh! My friend. I cannot say exactly. Jack lets out a long sigh. “A little over two months.

"At least I'll see the twins being born." “It was the one thing I wanted most.

— Your children have a good mother, she will take good care of them.

“I'm their surrogate father. “I confess.

— Is the other one accompanying her the father? Jack frowns as he asks.

— Damn it! I should have expected this.

“He comes here almost every day with her.

I don't say anything else, Jack checks my vitals, and I'm getting worse. I can feel death coming. Now I need to walk with an oxygen cylinder, my lungs are getting weaker.

Sometime later Ayza arrives accompanied by Dylan I make an ugly face when I see him.

—Peter. — Ayza warmly embraces me. How I missed your hugs. — How are you feeling? — She asks all euphoric. “Your parents are on their way.

"What's he doing here?" I ask without taking my eyes off Dylan.

— Is that...

"I came with you there." ’ He doesn’t let Ayza finish her sentence. "Especially with that big belly."

"And how are our little ones doing?" I caress his belly, and Dylan doesn't seem to like it.

— They are fine. — She smiles. — I'm almost entering the 9th month.

“I'm sorry I haven't been by your side these months.

“Stop it, Petter, we come to see you every day. — Account.

— He too? I pointed in Dylan's direction.

— Almost. Ayza lowers her head. “He knows everything.

— I should have guessed that he was going to take advantage of the situation.

“I didn't take advantage of anything. — Dylan says. — It was you who wanted to take away my right as a FATHER. — He emphasizes the word, FATHER.

“You already have your Dylan family. — Shout.

— My family is Ayza and the twins! — He changes his tone of voice.

"Can you two stop?" Ayza screams. — If they want to live with me and my children, they will have to behave like adults. Did you hear me?

We just agree with her.