In spite of all my rumblings, I’m proud of my kids. As a father I’ve learned that it pays to pay very close attention to them and the way they handle things.

I don’t want them growing up to be assholes that I have to be ashamed of, so I try, along with their mother, to teach them values and shit.

I noticed that no matter how bothersome her little sister was, Caitie always treated her with the care of an older sister. Kid has class.

It was the same with the boys. They knew to look out for each other and to protect their sisters and mother, especially when I’m not around.

All in all Kat and I were doing a good job. Of course I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat when I think of the three little ones she’s carrying.

Please don’t let them be like Mengele. I won’t make it past their first birthday if they are. I watched her now as she walked next to her sister who took her little hand in hers.

How easy it is to forget that she’s just a tiny little thing. That mouth of hers and that intelligence scares the hell outta me. But I’ll protect her with everything in me ‘til the day I die.

She’s gonna need it, because swear to fuck she’s gonna stay in trouble. I’m convinced of that shit no matter what her clueless mother says.

I walked behind the two of them into the restaurant and you wouldn’t believe they’d just been at each other’s throats.

The night didn’t turn out to be the fuckmare I thought it would be. And by the end of it I was glad we’d done it. Nothing got blown to shit and my little princesses were on their best behavior throughout.

Mengele was the perfect little angel according to the server and a few of the other patrons sitting nearby. She sure did put on a show, which had my boys laughing their asses off because like me, they knew different.

“This was fun daddy, we should do this more often.” My daughter laid her head on my shoulder and put her arm through mine as we left the restaurant.

I ran my hand over my little girl’s hair and felt that same emotion in my heart as I did the day she was born. “We will Bear, we will,” my teenager likes me; I’m badass.

Mengele was about at the end of her tether so I lifted her with my other arm and carried her back to the truck. Her little arms were wrapped tight around my neck as she snuggled in, melting my heart. Crazy fuck.

I guess Kat’s and Elena’s genes had to show up somewhere. She kissed my cheek but didn’t say anything in answer to her sister’s words and I had to admit once again that it hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

The boys followed us back to the house and waited for us to head inside before pulling out. The two in the guesthouse said goodnight so I knew everything was fine at least for tonight.

I put the little one to bed and thanked my oldest

for a lovely evening. I sounded like a total douche nozzle but I wanted to teach my little girl what a young lady like herself should expect from a gentleman.

That thought gave me heartburn so I switched it off quick. It’s never too far from my mind that one day soon she’s gonna go off and have a life that doesn’t involve her old man.

I know I’m not the first motherfucker to have a daughter like Kat and Elena’s meddling asses are always reminding me, but fuck if I care about that shit.

I don’t know and don’t care two fucks what everyone else does, she’s my kid. That’s a part of me walking around out there, and I have every right to feel and act the way I do. Fuck that shit.

I know I’m not alone in my thinking though, because the SEALs and the rest of the crew have pretty much the same ideas. All real men do.

The nosy one I’m married to was sitting up in bed pretending to read a book. We both knew she was waiting up to grill my ass. The Feds ain’t got shit on her and her fuckery.

“Didn’t I tell you to go to bed early?” She was tiring a lot easier with this pregnancy and I wanted her in bed and off her feet at a decent hour.

Of the two of us I’m the only one who seems to realize that she’s lugging three human beings around and that shit can’t be easy.

Dinner had run a little late because my girls and I were having a nice conversation and the time got away. They didn’t have school tomorrow so it was all good. But it was way past this one’s bedtime.

“But I wanted...” I glared at her hardheaded ass. “Kat, what time did you get up this morning?”

“I know but it was your first time eating out alone with the girls and I just wanted to see how everything went.”

What the fuck, I eat with them every damn day. What’s the big deal? “I asked you what time you woke up this morning Katarina.”

She shrugged her shoulders and looked up at me and I knew her ass was gonna lie. “I don’t know, six, seven.” Lying ass.

She gave me one of Mengele’s innocent looks; that’s where she got that shit. If she’s anything like

this one I’m doubly fucked. I squinted at her but that shit didn’t phase her one fuck.

“Four a fucking clock that’s what time you woke up. I know because I was up with you rubbing your back and your feet.” I pulled my shirt off over my head and threw it on the chair.

“Well if getting up with me is such a bother you don’t have to.” Crazy lady flounced down on the pillow and turned her back to me. Why…the fuck…me?

I finished getting undressed and climbed into bed behind her, pulling her carefully into my arms with her back still turned. I let my dick brush against her thigh through the soft silk nightie as I leaned over her.

“You trying to get your ass spanked right. Why the fuck would I be mad about getting up with my wife who happens to be carrying my children?” She didn’t answer but that pout was hard to miss.

I took a deep breath and tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with her this time. Her pregnant ass could destroy a nation with her fucking moods.

I reminded myself that she might not be exactly sane at this point, what with three kids tumbling around in there and bathroom runs every half an hour or so like she’d been on a bender.

I feel like shit because I can’t do much for her when she gets like this. When her hormones are going nuts and she can’t even see her own damn feet. She basically has my ass hooked up to a guilt meter.

So for the one thousandth time in my life, I checked my ego at the door, throttled my shit back and reminded myself that she was my babygirl even if she’s fucking nuts.

“What’s bothering you baby? Tell me.” I put my hand over her big ass tummy and caressed her soothingly. I’ll be glad when these damn kids get here.

On the one hand my wife might regain the few sane brain cells she had left, and on the other I’ll have three more females to fuck up my shit.

“I don’t know.” Whining ass!

“Do you feel sick? Are you hurting, is that it?” I rubbed her tummy again until I felt her body relax but she was still not my Kat. I’m so in tuned with her that she can’t hide shit.

“It’s not that damn depression shit again is it? Cause you ain’t got fuck to be depressed about.” I could see her rolling her eyes like her ass wasn’t flipping the fuck out just a few short months ago.

“I’m not depressed, just feeling a bit off.”

“Is this helping?” I’m an expert at rubbing her pregnant tummy by now and my kids always seem to know it’s daddy because they calm their little asses down quick.

She nodded and turned her head for a kiss. Then she grabbed my hand and lifted it to her milky tit.

So that’s what’s wrong with her.

“Greedy fuck! If you wanted dick all you had to do was ask.” She elbowed me in the gut and scooted her ass back against my growing cock.

She reached back between us and grabbed my dick, stroking until pre-cum coated her hand. “Lift your leg up baby.” I helped her get into position with her leg up and back, with her foot resting on my thigh.

I moved my hand down from the hard mound of

her tummy and found her clit with my fingers. Her pussy was sopping wet and she was already making fuck me sounds.

I don’t even wanna know what nasty shit she was reading to get her like this. She’d swear up and down that it wasn’t the book, but I know better. Freaky ass authors and their shit.

I ran the head of my cock back and forth along her slit until it was soaked in her juices and mine. Pushing forward gently, I entered her inch by inch until her greedy pussy swallowed my shit whole.

I reached around and held her tummy protectively fucking slowly into her until she got happy. My Apadravya with the frenum piercing I’d added over the years were doing their jobs, scraping along the insides of her wet pussy just right.

She cooed into the pillow and shoved her pussy back onto my rod while I diddled her clit and licked her ear. I let her set the pace until she tried syphoning my balls dry with her squeezing shit.

Her pussy gets twice as hot when she’s breeding so my boy was in his element, dripping cock snot into her at an alarming rate.

I wanted to pound into her but knew that was a dick move, even though she was now digging her nails into my ass and begging me without words to fuck the shit out of her.

I brought her off first so she’d be nice and wet and then eased her off my cock. Stuffing a pillow under her for comfort, I lined up behind her and nosed around her cunt until her pink shell opened up and let me in.

It’s always a testament to my strength and endurance when I can fuck her like this without losing control. I ran my hands over her ass with glee.

A pregnant Kat has the finest ass this side of the Mississippi let me tell you. Add the tits that make my mouth water each time they jiggle and it’s a damn setup.

The only thing stopping me from going full ham on her ass is because I would never do anything to hurt her or my children. But it’s a fucking trial.

I had to bury my face in her neck when I came, to keep my roar in check. Her throat paid the price when I sunk my teeth in and marked her.

I had barely enough strength left to roll to my side taking her with me with a hand under her tummy for added support. One of my nosy ass daughters was doing somersaults in her tummy, freaked me the fuck out.

I tried to pull out but she clamped down on my dick. Now when she’s this far along I try not to stay in her too long, but that’s just when her horny ass wants extra.

“Kat let go.” I grabbed the base of my dick and tried to tug it out of her, she pushed her ass back and squeezed her legs tight, locking me in. Of course my dick started hardening again.

Swear to fuck if it was anyone else, if I’d been unlucky enough to get hitched to anyone but my baby, my dick wouldn’t still be in such good form.

She just fucking does it for me. Maybe that’s why I let her get away with everything. Like now. I know her ass isn’t supposed to overdo it, she knows it too, but she wants to fuck. So we fuck.

When she’d had her quota of dick her selfish ass sighed loud and fell right the fuck asleep. I just looked over at her and shook my head. This fucking girl.