Chapter 330: Tease Me, Baby

David’s POV

I didn’t expect the night to end with Ava’s screams echoing through the mansion like a horror movie on fast-forward, but here we were…Holly and I barefoot and still reeking of each other, sprinting after Orion who carried his very pregnant, very furious wife like she was made of glass and dynamite at the same time.

The drive to the hospital was pure chaos. Ava alternated between threatening to castrate Orion in three languages and demanding tacos “right fucking now” because “the baby wants them, not me.”

Orion kept murmuring soft endearments, which only made her yell more.

Holly was giggling so much, squeezing my hand so hard I thought she’d break bones.

Every time Ava let out another contraction-fueled threat, I caught Orion’s wide-eyed panic in the rearview mirror.

The man looked like he was one scream away from pulling over and offering himself up for sacrifice.

I couldn’t stop watching him. The way his knuckles went white on the steering wheel, the constant glances at Ava like she might vanish if he blinked too long.

It was raw. Terrifying in the best way.

And yeah… I was jealous as hell. I wanted that exact panic someday soon…with Holly. Her belly round with our child, her hand crushing mine while she called me every name in the book. I wanted to be the one pacing like a caged animal, knowing the woman I loved was bringing our world into existence.

Hours blurred in the waiting area. Holly and I stood outside the private wing like scavengers, pacing the sterile hallway while Orion disappeared inside with Ava.

He’d emerge every so often, hair wild, shirt half-untucked, muttering about how strong she was and how he was never touching her again after this (a lie we all knew).

At one point he came out pale as a ghost after hearing her threaten to cut off his dick, and I had to clap him on the back and remind him breathing was still allowed.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bad coffee and Holly’s excited rambling about baby dresses, the doctor emerged, mask down, smiling tiredly.

“It’s a girl!” he announced. “Healthy, loud, and already giving the nurses a workout.”

Holly let out the loudest, most joyful scream I’d ever heard from her. “A girl! I have a niece! Oh my God, I’m going to spoil her silly…she’s getting the most beautiful dresses in the world, tiny shoes, little bows, everything pink and sparkly until she’s eighteen!”

She bounced on her toes, tears streaming, already planning the wardrobe of a tiny fashion icon. I couldn’t stop grinning.

Orion, on the other hand, just…crashed. One second he was standing there listening to the doctor, the next his legs buckled and he dropped straight to the floor like someone had cut his strings.

He sat there on his ass in the middle of the hallway, face in his hands, shoulders shaking as quiet sobs broke out of him.

“Can I see my wife?” he asked, voice thick and wrecked, not even caring who heard. “Please… I need to see Ava. Is she okay? Tell me she’s okay.”

The doctor nodded gently. “She’s doing beautifully. We’ve transferred her to the private room. Give us just a few minutes to get her settled and then you can go in.”

That moment hit me square in the chest. Here was this powerful, intimidating man…Orion…reduced to tears on the hospital floor, his only concern was his wife. Not the baby first, not the spectacle.

Just Ava.

The woman he loved more than anything. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed. That kind of devotion… the certainty that you’d walk through fire just to hold her hand after she’d done the hardest thing imaginable.

I wanted that forever with Holly. I wanted to be the man who fell apart because his wife was safe and strong and ours.

A little while later, a nurse came to escort us. The room was soft-lit, machines beeping quietly, and there was Ava…exhausted, sweaty, glowing like a goddess…cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in pink.

Orion was already at her side, forehead pressed to hers, whispering things too private for the rest of us.

The air felt thick with magic. Pure, quiet wonder. Holly squeezed my hand so tight it hurt, and all I could think was… This. One day soon, this will be us.

I couldn’t wait to start our own little family with the woman who’d claimed every piece of my soul.

Three days later, we were on the road to the airport, heading back to Chile.

Kayla had called in a panic about her baby daddy and his family flying down to claim custody of her child.

Caden was thriving at Ava’s place, already inseparable from Liam. The two boys ran around like they’d known each other their whole lives, and we were half-convinced Caden might refuse to leave when the time came.

With nannies, maids, and the whole structured household, he was in the best hands. Holly had wanted to stay longer to help Ava personally…she’d been glued to her sister’s side, cooing over the newborn nonstop…but duty called.

She had to be there for Kayla.

At the driveway, the goodbye was emotional. Ava and Holly hugged tight, both sniffling, promising daily video calls and future visits.

Holly knelt to wrap Caden and Liam in a big group hug, ruffling their hair and extracting promises they’d behave.

Ava pulled me aside last, eyes soft but serious.

“Take care of my sister, David. Bring her home safe when everything with Kayla is settled. She deserves the world…and I know you’ll give it to her.”

I nodded. “Always.”

Orion had insisted on driving us to the airport himself. The whole ride, the bastard kept teasing Holly mercilessly.

She’d worn the remote-controlled vibrating toy I’d slipped into her that morning…just a small, wicked little egg nestled against her clit, panties holding it perfectly in place.

Every few minutes Orion would glance back innocently while I pressed the remote in my pocket, watching her bite her lip, thighs pressing together, cheeks flushing as she tried desperately to suppress the soft gasps and shivers.

“Everything okay back there, Holly?” he’d ask with concern.

She’d shoot me a death glare that promised revenge, but her eyes were glassy with building needs.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to respond, I had increased the number on the remote…slowly, deliberately…and the reaction had been immediate.

I’d grinned to myself, satisfied, as her body betrayed her. Her thighs had pressed together instinctively, her composure slipping as she shifted in her seat, trying to hold on to control. Every tiny gasp, every shaky breath…I’d noticed all of it.

Up in the front seat, I stayed quiet, playing my role perfectly.

Whenever she let out those soft, helpless sounds, Orion would glance back, concern written all over his face…and I had mirrored him effortlessly, like I was just as clueless, just as worried as he was.

Meanwhile, I sat there in silence…watching, controlling, and enjoying every second of the quiet chaos I had created.

God, I loved her crazy.