EroticReverie

Eve  - Four Months Later

I stand at the crib, hands on the rail as I look down at my son. I didn't want a child. I was too young to be having a child. I'd accepted it a few months into my pregnancy. Because even if I had wanted to have an abortion, I knew there was no way that Malachi would allow me to have one. I also knew that if I even mentioned it or suggested it, it would have probably tiggered the monster inside of him. But the second I held him after giving birth, I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything in the world and cursed myself for ever even thinking I didn't want him. 

Abaddon. That's the name Malachi chose. It meant "the destroyer". Of course he'd pick a name that was slightly demonic. But I didn't care. His name didn't matter, because he, my son, was perfect. 

He doesn't fuss, he sleeps through the night most nights other than needing diaper changes and to be fed. It's almost eerie how calm he is for a baby. I love him. But it scares me. I love him, but Im scared he'll be like his father. Like Malachi, scared he's so quiet because maybe a part of his is "off". He looks up at me with big green eyes, just like Malachi's. Not as piercing, but a deeper green, like forest pines. 

"Morning little one" I say and then turn my head as someone comes in the room.

"My nephew awake?" Lazarus asks. His tone makes me smile. Lazarus is obsessed with Abaddon. We all are. It's so odd to watch a man that fucks dead people, act like a regular everyday normal fucking Uncle to my son. It's odd how my pregnancy changed all of them so much, yet not at all. 

"He is." I say softly and Lazarus walks in and over to the crib and stands beside me. His hand coming to my back, over the white see through slip night gown I have on. 

"You feed him yet?" He asks, hand slipping down my back and over the curve of my ass. 

"Not yet." I say. 

"Can I watch?" He asks. 

I nod. "Of course." I answer. 

They all had fascination with watching me breast feed. At first it made me entirely uncomfortable because I wasnt sure what was going through their heads. But Malachi explained to me that they all liked watching me be a mother. They saw in me, what they never did in their own mothers. But he also admitted the HE enjoys watching, because he knows he responsible for the baby in my arms, and the milk in my breasts. I'd expected that much though. 

"I'll get Ryder" he says and turns and I just shake my head and laugh to myself. 

"Your uncles are crazy" I whisper. "Literally. Just so you know." I say to my son as I pick him up with a smile and walk to the rocking chair on the other side of the room. 

By the time I've slipped the side of my night slip down on one side and let him latch, Lazarus is walking in with a yawning Ryder, who smiles as soon as he sees me. 

"I imagine this is what Christmas morning feels like to little kids that wake up to presents under the tree." He says and I just shake my head. It's a weird morning routine, to have them all wake up just to watch me breastfeed, but I honestly kind of love it, all of them there. 

"Is Malachi coming home today?" I ask as Lazarus sits on the floor in front of me, criss crossing his legs like a kid in school ready for story time and Ryder just leans against the wall to the side of us. 

"Should be." Ryder says. 

He's been gone a whole week. He told me four days. It's been seven.

"He's okay right?" I ask. Because I wasnt sure they'd tell me the truth even if he wasn't. 

"Malachi?" Ryder laughs. "Yeah. That bastard is always okay. Nothing will take that fucker out." he says. And I know it's supposed to reassure me, but the idea of anyone even trying to "Take him out" makes me look down as my eyes start to water.

"Fucker, Look what you did, you upset her." Lazarus says.

"what? How ? What'd I say?!" Ryder says.

"I'm fine. I just miss him." I say before they can get into an argument like two little kids. 

When I'm done feeding, Ryder takes Abaddon and burps him, walking back and forth across the room as Lazarus pushes up from he's sitting and then kneels in front of me. His hand reaching up, sliding down the other arm of my slip nightgown.

"My turn" he says and I nod. Because this was also...the morning routine. 

Lazarus kisses over my breast and licks over my nipple and I hum, letting my head go back and my chest lift for him as I take his hair in my hands. I suppose before they kidnapped me, Id have found them wanting to drink from me, a little odd and weird. But...they've drank my urine. And i've drank theirs. So milk from my body, was far less odd than that. 

Ryder is watching Lazarus as he palms my breast from underneath, squeezing it gently, working the milk into his mouth as he sucks on my nipple.

"Dont drink it all you selfish prick." Ryder says and I laugh softly and lean my head back and close my eyes, my mouth parting slightly as Lazarus moves his other hand up my calve and along my thigh and I sigh. I don't know how I came to crave the touch of three psychotic men. OR at what point exactly I stopped tensing slightly when they did. I dont know how men that were so cruel, now soothed me and calmed me with their touch. But even still, in the back of my mind, Im always worrying just a little bit, waiting, and praying that it doesnt change. That it doesnt go back to how it was. I wasn't pregnant anymore. Would that matter? Could I do or say something that would set one of them off, and make them go back to treating me like they hated me, or being to aggressive with me? 

"I think you need to lay down....so I can thank you for breakfast" Lazarus says and I whimper and nod. He smiles and Ryder growls slightly as lays the baby down on the changing table. 

"Not fair." Ryder growls. "You had her first yesterday." 

"Cry about it Ryder" Lazarus huffs as he hels me up out of the rocking chair.

"you can both cry about it. Because I get her first this morning." A voice comes from the hall, and my heart jumps in my chest and my dress falls from my arms and to the floor as I stand, just as Malachi rounds the corner. 

"Mal" I say, my eyes watering again and the six foot six, green eyed, scary as shit looking man raises his hand, curling a finger.

"Get over here pet." He says. As if I wasnt already bouncing off my feet and running across the room. 

I jump up into his arms, relief flooding me as he lifts me right off the ground and my legs wrap around him, my arms around his neck and I bury my face into his neck. 

"Miss me pet?" he asks, one forearm, holding me under my ass, his other hand stroking my hair as I nod into his neck.

"Yeah" I say softly, with a little cry.

He walks with me into the room and over to the changing table. 

"Did you feed him already?" Malachi asks. I laugh with a sniffle. 

"Yes Mal" I answer and he grumbles. 

He shifts me onto the side of his hip, and then holds his arm out , crooking it for Ryder to place our son in his arm. Malachi takes Abaddon from Ryder after his footie pjs are zipped back up and he has a fresh diaper on. Carrying me on his  hip, and our son in his arm. 

"You two have had them long enough this week. They're mine. Go find work to do." he says and Laz whines. 

"Cmon man, I was just gonna-" Laz starts and Malachi glares at him. 

"My pet. My son. Mine. Fuck off." he says and Ryder scoffs with a laugh and shakes his head.

"something to say Ryder?" Malachi growls.

"Nope., not a damn thing Malachi." He says and crosses his arms. 

"Good." Malachi huffs and look at Ryder and Lazarus and smile softly over Mal's shoulder. 

Malachi stomps his grump fucking feet through the hall. 

"they good to you while I was gone pet?" he asks and I nod.

"yes" I answer.

"They help you take care of our son?" he asks. 

"yeah" I answer. 

He walks into our room and then shuts the door with his foot and then walks to our bed and sets me down, then hands me Abaddon. 

I watch Malachi as he takes off his shirt, and kicks off his boots and socks. He crawls his giant body onto the bed in just dark jeans and lays on his back. He holds his hands out to me and I turn and hand the baby back over and he lays Abaddon on his chest, then places one giant hand on his back, and reach his other hand out to me. 

"You next, come here pet" he says and I smile and turn and crawl to him and then slip against his side and let my head rest near his shoulder, my eyes on Abaddon, whose eyes are already closed and falling back asleep on his fathers chest. 

"He's perfect, isn't he?" I ask quietly and a low hum comes from Malachi. 

"Much like his mother." he says and I lift my head with a little smile. 

"He looks more like you." I say, because, he was a spitting fucking image of Malachi, just in really small baby form. Same dark hair, green eyes, same nose, same chin. Same lips. Same everything, as if he made him all by himself. 

"but he's sweet....and good ....and pure...like you." he says and I just look in his eyes.

"thank you Master" I whisper and his nostril flares. 

"Careful pet." I say and bite my lip. 

"the doctor said we only had to wait-"

"I know what the doctor said pet. Just lay your pretty head down and let me hold my family." he says and I swallow, my heart pulsing in my chest and I nod. Because that's what it is. What we are. A family. The thing he never had, not really. Laz and Ryder were the closest thing he had to a family before this, before me, before our baby. I can't help but wonder, if he'd had this sooner, when it mattered, when he was young, if he'd have still turned out the way he did. And I wonder if this is all it took. Giving him my love, giving him a baby and a real family, was the answer to silencing the parts of him that were dark and wicked. I wasnt niave enough to believe him or the others would ever be truly "Good". But....they were better now. And maybe that was enough. Maybe I was crazy just like them, for thinking this life isn't all that bad as I watch his big tattooed chest rise and fall with the son he made inside of me , asleep on his chest.

"I want more of these." he says to me. I lift my head. 

"More of what?" I ask. 

"Babies, pet." he says and my brows lift.

"Oh." I say and look to Abaddon. 

"I want several of them. And I want your body to be the one that makes them for me." He says and I bite my lip. 

"Well..i certainly dont want anyone else doing it for you Malachi." I say, my brows pinching and he smiles just slightly. 

"I dont either. Pet." he says and then smoths the angry little crinkle inbetween my brows with a thumb.

"Is it okay if I dont want another one right away?" I ask. 

He looks at me and his jaw clenches, his nostrils flaring slightly. But then everything softens and he nods. 

"Sure pet. That's okay." he says. Watching him work through the initial upset of hearing I didnt want to be knocked up again anytime soon. To see it there, then gone, seeing the change in him, in being able to control the initial irrational response he clearly wanted to give. It still scared me a little to watch those shifts, but seeing his facial features twist and soften and his words come out soft and gentle. It almost makes me WANT to give him another baby right fucking now. Because he was good. He tried. Has been trying. For me. For us. For his family. 

"I love you." I tell him. "I'll give you another baby Malachi. I just...being pregnant really sucks....they after part...what we got from it.." I say nodding to our son. "Is worth it...but...i just really dont want to be pregnant so soon again....but i love you....okay? Dont think I dont love you just because I dont want to be pregnant again right now, okay?" 

"Okay pet." he says and nods. "i love you." he says and I slide up a little and kiss him on the lips. 

"When you're done holding us....can you let Laz or Ryder watch Abaddon....and we can.." I say trailing off. He groans. 

"Behave pet. Be quiet." he says. I smile a little. 

"Yes Master" I whisper and lay my head on his shoulder.