"Now, my sons, I have a little game for you both to play."

My father grins at me and Elliot. I hate that fucking nickname he uses for us: ‘my sons’– total bullshit. Neither one of us wants to play his fucking games, but what choice do we have? The man doesn't give us one, Harley is nowhere to be seen, and I have no idea where Luke is. That's probably for the best, but I can't help Elliot now. We are outside an old building full of shady-looking apartments; they look so bad I don’t even want to get out of the car.

"In that apartment are two women, one in each room, and you’re going to look after them,” he says as he clicks our doors open with his keys. We all get out, and our father comes to stand right in front of us. He is wearing a full suit, his head is completely shaved, making his sharp face look scary to everyone. That’s on top of the tattoos showing on his neck and his dark-green eyes that look hollow.

"What the fuck does that mean?" I ask with a harsh tone, sick of his games, and father moves in to my face.

I brace myself as his fist slams into my stomach. I force myself not to make a sound as he watches me. I glance at Elliot, who shakes his head at me. I know he is warning me to be quiet.

"What do you want us to do?" Elliot asks tersely.

Elliot has changed this last year. We both ignored our birthday, and we have worked hard to be as built-up as we can. Anything to be able to fight back, rather than letting Dad think he has won.

"Like I said, they want to be shown a good time. They are two of my friends’ wives, and, well, they saw you." He stops as my throat closes.

I panic, looking at Elliot, who doesn't even seem bothered as he replies, "Fine." 

"Good, now go. Number ten," our father says as he climbs back into his car and I follow Elliot. We walk until we are standing in front of the apartment, with the door slightly open.

"You love Maisy, right?" he asks, taking his leather jacket off and handing it to me.

"Yeah, I can't do this. Fuck, I can't. I haven't even slept with Maisy yet," I tell him.

"I know, stay outside, and I’ll deal with them." Elliot pats my shoulder.

"Them both? What about Lily?" I ask. Elliot has a long-term girlfriend. They do break up a lot, but I think they are together now. I can't let my brother do this. Maybe I can take enough of Father’s attention so that he will only kick the shit out of me when I tell him no.

"I don't love her, and this isn't the first time. It's not that bad," he frowns as I ask. 

"What the fuck do you mean ‘not the first time’?" 

"He makes a lot of money doing this, Seb. We look similar enough with our dark hair and features, so they won't notice if I order them around a little. Some women like that. The women in that room will."

"Bro, I can't let you do this. I’ll figure something out,” I mutter quickly as Elliot walks around me and slams the door shut. I hear him lock it on the other side. 

An hour later, Elliot walks out looking like death with freshly showered hair, and we walk in silence to a nearby road as I call a taxi to collect us. 

"You all right?" I finally ask as we wait.

"'No," Elliot replies as he takes his jacket back from me. 

"Want to do something to forget today?" I ask, wanting to distract him. 

"Like what?" he asks, looking more relaxed as he realises I’m not going to make him talk to me.

"Let’s get a tattoo. I have those fake ID’s, and there’s a fuck load of cash in our banks." I smirk at him.

"Might as well use our mother’s money for something long-term."

"Unlike her," I mutter, finishing his thought as he shows me a rare smile. 

The cab pulls up, and I tell them the name of the tattoo parlour Luke has been working at as an intern. 

"When we are older, make sure I'm never fucking like him," Elliot says with a glance in my direction as the cab drives us away from this form of hell.

"Promise me the same, bro," I tell him.

"You got it, brother, us Kings need to stay together." He pats my shoulder.

"That's what Harley always says. I think he is right." 

"He is." Elliot chuckles as we both try to move past the bad day. 

"This is so cute," Allie says, holding up another baby outfit and putting it into the trolley, distracting me from my bad past.

I don’t know why that memory came up. Maybe it’s because I’m in a shop full of loving parents with their young children, and some part of me wishes I had that kind of past. We are shopping at some random baby store, which I swear is the most uncomfortable place I’ve ever been shopping. Somehow, my sister and her best friend have ruined shopping for me. The ‘evil duo,’ my new nickname for Allie and Izzy, have nearly bought the entire shop. I love shopping, but I'm lost in this store. Half the things in the trolley, I have no idea what the hell they do. 

"Sebastian, come here," Izzy shouts from somewhere near the back of the store.

"Go, I'll pick more outfits you'll need, and I’ll get some bibs too. Oh, those Moses sheets you'll need, too."

She coos at a piece of cloth that has ducks all over it, what the hell is a baby going to do with a piece of cloth? I have no fucking idea what those are, and it annoys me. Most of this stuff was not in the pregnancy books I read. Maybe I should have read the books about what happens when the baby actually gets here. I shake my head and start walking toward Izzy. I should have just given them my card and written down the address for the store to deliver all this stuff. 

Izzy is standing by a row of four cots. They are all slightly different, but she is in front of a white one that has her attention. It looks like a sledge on the ends and has drawers underneath. The baby furniture is all white, which matches the changing table and the wardrobes in the room. The room is painted a light blue, thanks to Luke who did that yesterday. Maisy is getting out of the hospital in two days, and I want everything done by then. We chose all the furniture for the house together online, and it's all been set up with the help of my family and friends. 

"I like this one," I say, coming to a stop next to Izzy. 

"I agree. It will match well. Do you want the bedding that it has now, or we can choose another?" she asks. It's a white bedding set with little cream rabbits stitched on the ends.

"I like this, do you think Maisy will like it?" I ask the important question.

"I'm sure she will." Izzy smiles.

Her phone goes off and she starts texting away, a big smile spread across her face as she chats to, who I’m guessing to be, Blake. She looks so happy from a text that I can't help but smile down at her. I used to dislike the happy look between them because it reminded me of what I thought I'd never get again, and I was stupidly jealous of them. 

I go to speak to the manager and agree on a price for all of the stuff bought today to be dropped off at the house tomorrow morning. I pay for everything while Izzy and Allie talk by the entrance.

When I walk up, all I can see is Allie’s grin, and I say, "We noticed Maisy doesn't have many maternity clothes. I don't know if you wanted to buy her any."

She stops talking when my face lights up. Shopping for adult clothes I can do. I'm sure Allie and Izzy regret telling me they went through Maisy’s bag, which her dad had brought to the hospital. I’m surprised he even turned up. I had to ignore the urge to shout at him when he refused to see her or even look at me. I was too worried about Maisy to care what he did at the time, but I did see that her dad looked awful.

We shop for hours, and I buy more clothes than I think she will ever need.  When I finally get back home, I just collapse into my bed.

I yawn, waking up in my old home. I finished packing the last of my clothes the other day after I got back from the hospital, and I haven't slept in our new house yet. I want the first time to be with Maisy next to me, the idea makes me as hard as a rock, and I have to calm down before I can even get out of bed.

It’s bittersweet to close the door on my room; I have bad memories of my father, but better ones of Harley looking after me. The memories of holding Maisy for the first time are in this room, and many other memories we had together.

I grab the last two boxes after showering. I get dressed in jeans and a green shirt because I know Maisy loves me in green. 

I bump into Luke on the stairs, who is doing up his shirt buttons as a pretty girl with bright-red hair holds his arm. 

"Morning." I grin and wink at him when the girl looks away.

"Morning, bro. Need any more help at the new house?" he asks, moving to the side so I can get past.

"Nah, I’m good. I'm getting Maisy in an hour and taking her back." I grin, and he pats my shoulder.

"I'm happy for you." He smiles.

"Baby, I want to go to bed." The girl pouts and runs her hands up Luke’s chest. 

"See you soon, bro, be safe," I say, nodding my head at the girl, who is slowly undoing Luke’s top. 

"I will," is all he says before grabbing the girl and lifting her over his shoulder while she giggles.

I walk straight to the car, planning to get breakfast at the coffee shop on the way. I can get some blueberry muffins and some ice tea, which I know Maisy is crazy for right now. I message her quickly from my phone and get into my car. I haven't told her I bought her a new car yet, which is at our new home. It's a Duke and perfect for getting all the baby’s stuff in. It's also purple, which is her favourite colour. I kind of bought it for her, but I know she won’t drive it unless I claim it’s also mine.

I park outside the coffee shop, which looks busy. I order my things and then sit down to wait. I look up as someone slides into the booth next to me and blocks me in. 

"Elena, what are you doing?" I ask in an angry whisper, trying to move away from her, toward the window, but there isn’t anywhere I can go.

"I missed you, and what's your new number?" she asks while pushing her breasts into my arm.

I'm now pushed against the window, and her hand drops to my thigh. I start to panic as her hand starts moving up. I grab her hand, pushing it away as she moans at me. What the hell is wrong with this girl?

"Elena, you have to leave me alone. I'm moving in with my girlfriend, and we are having a baby. You’re a nice girl, but you’re not for me," I tell her as seriously as I can, trying to get my point across.

She looks up at me with her makeup running down her cheeks as she starts messing with her hair. I don’t tell her Maisy’s name on purpose. I don't want her finding out it’s Maisy because girls can be mean. Elena was never nice to Maisy in school, so I’m guessing she would be a bitch to her if she saw her around. Her face goes red slowly before she bangs her hand on the table. A few people stop talking to stare at us, and I groan mentally.

"Who is the whore you got pregnant? They can just get rid of it. Don't worry, babe, I can talk to her," she says loudly, and I look at her. She is looking more like the crazy person she sounds like.

"I love her, so no. I want to keep the baby. Anyway, it's nothing to do with you, Elena. Please go," I say gently, pushing her out of the seat as she clings to my arm. I manage to get her off of me before backing away toward the counter.

"Please, Seb, I love you. I always have, and you’re mine," she says with more tears this time, she looks heartbroken and it makes me feel like a dick. I don’t know what to say to her, but I can’t just ignore her when she is like this. I’m not that much of asshole. Well, maybe I used to be, images of random girls I slept with come back to me, their upset faces when I didn’t call them back. I move over to Elena and stand close, careful not to touch her.

"Elena, I never lied to you. You knew I was cut up about Maisy and it was a rebound. I thought you knew we were friends with benefits, and nothing more. I'm going to leave now, Elena. You should go home," I say, my tone more pissed-off than kind. I ask the lady behind the counter if my food is ready yet, and she leaves to find out. 

"Seb, don't leave me," Elena says, this time grabbing my arm harshly and pulling me toward her. I manage to pull her fingers off of me, but everyone is looking now.

Luckily for me, my food and drinks are ready. I take them and just leave, not looking back at a crying Elena. I feel bad, but to comfort her now would just make her think I care about her. And, I honestly don't. I know she isn't in love with me because she used to tell me every time when she slept with one of my friends. The only ones she didn't manage to sleep with were Blake and any of my brothers. Not for lack of trying.

I end up at the hospital ten minutes late, but luckily Maisy is still packing her bag. She is wearing a green, tunic dress, which shows off all her curves and her cute bump. It tops skin-tight leggings that show off her gorgeous legs, which I want to have wrapped around me. She has some leather boots that stop at her knees, and I imagine her naked with just those boots on. Now, I’m sporting a boner in the hospital. Her long, black hair looks like silk as it flows around her shoulders, making her heart-shaped face glow. She is so beautiful that I end up staring at her from the doorway for a long time, not wanting to move.

"Excuse me," a female voice says from behind me, which makes Maisy look up and see me. She has a huge smile on her face, and her brown eyes light up. 

"Sorry, I just got caught staring at my beautiful girlfriend," I say, turning to see a middle-aged nurse with brown hair in a tight bun, and she smiles at me. 

"Here are your release forms, dear. You keep rested and eat lots," she says, handing Maisy some forms.

"Can I ask a question?" I ask the nurse, who nods.

"Is it safe for us to have sex?" I ask, and Maisy’s cheeks burn bright-red as she chokes on air, which makes me want to chuckle. 

"Yes, sex is safe for mother and baby," the nurse says, with not an ounce of the embarrassment Maisy seems to feel, if her cheeks are anything to go by. The nurse says goodbye to a blushing Maisy and then leaves the room. 

I walk over and pull Maisy into a deep kiss before she can say anything. Her little moans make me hard in seconds, and it's been so long without sex that I need her. I pull away, resting my forehead against hers. 

"Are you ready to see your new home?" I ask with a grin. I can’t wait to show her the house; my family and I have worked damn hard to get everything ready.

"Yes, but a little nervous," she admits.

"Why?" I ask, needing to understand.

"Well, it's you and me; doing this is making us permanent. What if you get bored of me?" She looks away. I’m having none of that, and I gently place my hands on her face, drawing her back to look at me.

"May, the idea that I'll ever get bored of you is crazy. Plus, I put the house in your name, so you don't have to worry, it's yours just like I am." I can't help but smirk at her shocked expression. She goes to reply, and I kiss her to keep her quiet. I don’t want her to refuse the house, or say anything. I don’t care if she kicks me out of her house tomorrow. I have nothing if I don’t have her, money is just paper.

"Come on, we are leaving," I say, throwing her bag over my shoulder as I take her hand. She shakes her head at me, muttering something I can't hear and likely don't want to. 

We drive pretty much in silence to the house, I can feel how nervous Maisy is, and I decide it’s best not to say anything. Small talk is overrated. Plus, I'm nervous myself, what if she doesn't like it? 

I quickly get out of the car to open her door and pick her up in my arms.

"What are you doing, Sebby?" She giggles, and I smirk. My heart warms at her nickname for me, I honestly thought I’d never hear it again.

"Walking you over the threshold, of course." I wink, and she blushes.

"Isn't that for when you’re married?" she asks, trying not to laugh when I open the front door in an awkward way. 

"Maybe, I just wanted an excuse to hold you," I tell her honestly, and she kisses my cheek.

"You can put me down now," she says, still laughing about the door, I’m guessing. We both are in a better mood now. 

I follow her as she walks into our lounge. It has two light-blue sofas with a coffee table in front of the fireplace. A large TV is in the corner, there are flowers and pictures hanging around that Allie chose. A white, fur rug is in front of the fireplace, which Maisy chose.

"It’s lovely," she says and quickly walks through to the dining room, study, and kitchen before making her way upstairs. 

I take her hand as she gets to the top and opens the double doors right at the top of the stairs. 

"Wow, Seb," she says, resting against me as she looks around our bedroom.

My massive bed is here, moved from my old home. Don’t even ask how we managed to move that, the memory alone is painful. The white cot I chose is at the end of the bed, which somehow makes the whole room feel like home. There are two brown, wooden chests of drawers and a wooden, full-standing mirror in the room. A massive, blue rug is next to the bed on one side, and there are two doors that are open to show the bathroom and walk-in closet.

I watch as she looks at the white curtains that match the new white bed sheets as she walks around. I lean against the bed as I watch her. She eventually stops looking to come and stand in front of me. Her cheeks are flushed in happiness and match her bright smile.

I pull her to me and kiss her. She deepens the kiss, surprising me, and I can't help but run my fingers through her soft hair. I move her slowly over to the side of the bed, not breaking the kiss. I sit down on the edge, pulling her between my legs while pulling her top off. I unclip her bra and lean back, admiring her breasts while she stares at me. They are bigger than they were, making them just more than a handful now, and the thought is making me feel crazy.

"You’re so god damn beautiful, May," I say and lean forward to kiss her hardened nipple while kneading her other one. Little moans come from May, and it makes me want to throw her onto the bed. I want to have my way with her quick and hard, but this is special, so I’m forcing myself to take my time. 

I unbutton her jeans and pull them down, taking her panties with them. 

"Sebby, you need to lose some clothes, too." She moans as I run a finger up her thigh and grin down at her. I pull away from her breasts to pull my top off and pull down my shorts. 

"Jesus, I forgot how big you are, and is that a piercing?" she says, staring at my cock. I forgot I had that done not long after she left. I was drunk at the time and lost a bet.

I don't answer her, but I pull her onto my lap, resting my cock near her entrance but not entering her yet. 

"Sebby." She moans, trying to move herself down on me.

I cup her gently before inserting a finger and rubbing circles on her already hardened nub. Her moans get louder as I add another finger, sliding it in and out of her. She feels so tight and wet, it's hard to stay in control. I remove my hand and pull her hair to one side so I can kiss down her neck, gently marking her. She slowly sinks down onto me, making me groan and hold my face in her neck. She feels fantastic. It’s like coming home.

"I'm never letting you go, May," I say more to myself and grab her hips.

I start thrusting into her, again and again, as she moans louder. It doesn't take long for me to feel her tighten around me as she screams my name. I explode inside her, not being able to stop myself, and pull her as close as I can get her to my chest.

"Fucking hell, May, I can't remember you feeling as good as that," I say breathlessly. I pull her down on the bed, sliding out of her, but hugging her close. I notice my shoulder is wet, and she has tears in her eyes as she looks down. Fuck, did I hurt her, or does she not want me?

"May, what’s wrong? Please don't cry." I lift her chin so I can look into her eyes. 

"Nothing is wrong, I think my hormones are playing with me because that was so perfect. These are happy tears." She sniffles and smiles as I push her hair away from her wet cheeks.

I push her back on the bed gently and kiss away her tears. Now I’ve started, I can’t stop as I start kissing my way down her chest and kissing her bump, which is getting too big for my hands now.

"Daddy’s here again, little man. I'm counting down the days until I get to meet you." 

"Who knows? He could come early or late," Maisy muses. 

"Whenever you want to arrive is fine by me, but I'm worried about the pain your mummy is going to suffer," I say, kissing her bump again. 

I hop up and pull on my shorts. I hand Maisy my top to put on. 

"I thought we could stay in bed for a while," she says in a flirty tone that makes me hard. Looking at her naked and ready for me is making it difficult to remember what I was doing.

"I just want to show you the baby nursery, and then I'm going to drag you back to our bed. I haven’t tasted my favourite place yet." I wink and she lets out a nervous laugh with her cheeks bright-red. I pull my top over her head and take her hand.

I lead her to the door next to ours and open it. I watch her reaction as she looks around the room, her gaze stopping on the bookcase, the teddies lined above it and then she gazes over at the blue walls. There is also a white chest of drawers and a white toy box that has ‘King’ drawn into the wood. There is a massive, white teddy rug, which Allie said matches the room. There is also a full walk-in wardrobe, which Maisy opens. She gasps at all the clothes my family has been buying, me included. She goes quiet before bursting into tears, and I run over to her, cuddling her chest to mine.

"God, May, don't you like it? Don't worry, we can change it all. I'm sorry about all the clothes and teddies. My family have been spoiling our baby, and I couldn't stop them. They bought a load of random stuff for you, too, but I can throw them away if you want," I say all of this quickly, stumbling on my words.

"No, Seb. I never felt like I had a family because my parents were never home, and you know how they are with me. All this is what family is, and I'm just overwhelmed. I don't know how to thank you for giving me a real family," she says as my heart tightens. 

"My family is yours, May. Just like I'm yours," I say, kissing the top of her head as she cries softly. I'm never letting her go now. I plan to make her my wife damn soon, so everyone knows what she means to me. She has a real family now, and we will always protect her.