Chapter Eighty-two Estera Roberts’ POV (Present Time)

When my alarm went off a few hours later, I groaned, opening my eyes to turn off the damn sound. I felt really tired and the reason for that made my lips stretch out in a contented smile. Evan was here with me — with us! My heart picked up speed and I turned to the other side of the bed, thinking he would be there sleeping, but there was no one there.
I swallowed and sat up, listening to any sound in the house then I heard a giggle. I hurried out of bed and found something to throw on. Padding out of the room with my furry bunny slippers, I went to stand at the top of the stairs and smelled freshly brewed coffee, pancakes, and bacon. Filled the house. My smile widened. I went down the stairs as quietly as I could muster and just when I could see the kitchen from the stairs, I slowly lowered myself to sit on the stairs. Wrapping my arms around my chest I watched Evan cooking and feeding the twins at the same time.
“I wan’ more,” Adrian said and Evan gave him the warmest smile I have ever seen. His face was glowing with the obvious love for his sons. My eyes grew blurry.
“Wan’ more…” Rolland imitated. He sounded muffled like his mouth was stuffed with food already. Evan chuckled.
“It’s not a competition, Ro, finish the one in your mouth first, son,” he said.
“Nothin’ in ma mouth—” Adrian said in his baby voice, opening his mouth wide for his father to inspect. Evan tapped him on the tip of his nose, and he giggled.
“Mmmm… let’s see—” Evan said and pretended to be peering into his mouth with a serious expression which made the boys break out in infectious laughter. Evan then threw a diced strawberry into his mouth and exclaimed. “Aha! Found something!”
“Cheater!” Rolland said, pointing at Evan and laughing.
“I beg your pardon, young sir, I saw it with my very eyes!” Evan pretended to be indignant, assuming Jack Sparrow's character and manner of speech, making the boys laugh the more. He then paused for about a second smiling at them. And as if he could feel my eyes on him he jerked his gaze in the direction of the stairs and I waved at him. He beamed. I stood up then and went to join them.
“Mommy!” Adrian said in excitement when he saw me.
Rolland threw me a widened gaze and said, “Are we trouble?”
I chuckled. “Yes, if you have been naughty,” I said as I hugged and kiss the two, one after the other. Then I walked to the other side to stand by Evan. He smiled down at me, and I stretched up to stand on my toes so I could give him a kiss. He wrapped one arm around my waist, drawing me close to his body as he lowered his head for me to reach his lips. I cupped his jaw, shut my eyes and kissed him.
“Morning, my love,” I whispered against his lips.
“Morning, darling. Hope we did not wake you?”
“No, the alarm did,” I whispered back. “Did you even sleep at all?”
He shrugged. “I did then I heard the boys outside the door and got up to see what they were up to.” I chuckled.
“I’m certain Ro woke his brother for some early morning raid,” I said. Evan chuckled and reached out his hand to rake his fingers through his son’s hair. The little boy gave him a suspicious glance. I laughed.
“He said he wanted water, so I brought them both down here for that and I decided to make breakfast. Join us…”
“Sure thing. Thanks, baby—” I said. He grinned.
“It was nothing. Totally enjoying my time with them,” he said.
“We helped!” Adrian said to me and I reached forward to frame his face and then peppered kisses on his soft cheeks. He giggled.
“Me too—” Rolland said with a sad expression and I pressed kisses on his face too.
He giggled and said, “Love mommy—”
“Mommy loves you and you!” I replied kissing the two one after the other. Then I withdraw from them leaning over the worktable and said, “Rolland, Adrian, do you know who this is?” I asked and took a side glance at Evan, smiling at him. He smiled back but his eyes were dark with emotions. I snaked an arm around his waist and urged him forward.
“No—” Rolland said shaking his head.
“Can he stay?” Adrian said, gingerly putting the words together.
“I want nothing more,” Evan rasped and I used the back of my hand to stroke Adrian’s cheek.
“Yes, baby and would you like to know why?” I said, darting my eyes from one to the other. They both bobbed their heads smiling. Evan leaned over the table as well. “Good, because his name is Evan Elijah Sterling—”
“My name is Adrian Elijah Sterling!”
“I am Roland Elijah Sterling!”
“Smart boys!” I said, tapping them on the tip of their noses. They giggled happily. “You know I am your mommy?”
“Yes!” Adrian said, raising his two hands to touch my face. I held one of his hands and dropped a kiss on the palm of his hand. “Remember Mr. Josh?” I asked with the intent to use our neighbors to explain who Evan is to the boys.
“Kelvin’s dad—” Rolland supplied.
“Yes,” Adrian added.
“Good. Remember Kelvin has both his mommy and daddy—” they both bobbed their heads. “This is your daddy—” I said and my voice caught. The boys directed their eyes to Evan and he held their gaze if I didn’t see him working his teeth, I would have thought he was calm, but he wasn’t.
“Kelvin’s dad drives him to get ice cream—I want a daddy,” Adrian said. Evan chuckled then wiped tears from his eyes.
“You have one, son,” Evan said in almost a whisper; his voice was thick with emotions.
“I want to come and get ice cream too with my daddy—” Rolland said glancing from his brother to me and then to Evan, giving Evan an innocent pleading gaze. Evan pulled the two into his arms, making them stand as he held them to his chest.
“Taking you two to get ice cream would not be a problem at all,” Evan said with tears streaming down his face. I reached for the kitchen paper towel, cut a piece out, and used it to dap his face. “Thanks, love,” he muttered, letting out a shaky breath, and I went to hug him from behind.
We had our very first family breakfast and I made us four hold hands as we say a prayer of thanksgiving. Evan assisted me in bathing and dressing the boys and we later left them in their playing pen in their room to go and get ready for the day. Evan’s phone rang as soon as we entered the room and he went to answer the call. I padded inside the bathroom, brushed my teeth, removed my clothes and went inside the shower stall. I was in there when Evan came in.
“Extra toothbrush?”
“First drawer by the left,” I answered automatically as I lathered the shampoo in my hair.
“Thanks,” he said and I could see him through the glass walls putting paste on the toothbrush. “That was Dan, the head of my security back home. He is already here in New York. I told him to wait for me at a coffee shop close to your hospital. We will pick him up on our way.”
“Okay, love,” I said and my heart picked up pace, with the thought of having more visual proof of Mary Antoinette’s claim in the recordings my mother made. And hoped that would be enough to hold the man and his henchman accountable for my parent’s death and also keep them away from my family. I was lost in my thought and didn’t know when Evan finished brushing his teeth and entered the shower stall. He wrapped his arms around my waist drawing me against his front. I sighed with pleasure. His skin was warm and he enveloped me in his arms. Pressing a kiss on my shoulder blade he said, “Thank you.”
I raise a hand to frame the side of his jaw and whispered, “For what?”
“My boys,” he said, rubbing his cheek against mine, his day-old stubble made my skin tingle, but it didn’t hurt. Then he cupped my breast with his large hands using the tip of his thumbs to caress the buds, he pressed hard against my back. I moaned, breathing softly through parted lips. He made me crane my neck to receive his kiss and he pulled in my upper lip, suckled on it and then the lower one before his tongue slipped into my mouth to stroke and sucked the tip of my tongue. And even though we were in the shower I could feel my pussy juice flowing. An intense ache developed in between my legs with a vengeance. I felt one of his hands travel down my front until I could feel his finger parting and stroking the hem of my vulva. I gasped into his mouth when he found his mark and gently stroked my clit. An intense pleasure struck inside me, causing me to shake.
“Open your legs wide for me, Estera,” he rasped and those familiar words said in his beautiful voice, thick with desire for me, made me moan aloud. Evan drew back from me, turned me around and lift me into his arms. Pressing my back to the glass wall, he slipped inside me. I shook hard against his skin. He used one hand to hold my chin as he kissed me fervently. His other arm snaked around my back holding me by the waist, he was literally holding me up to his cock and fucking me.
I spasmed uncontrollably and if he wasn’t holding my chin my head would have hung uselessly. My brain grew hazy with ecstasy, and I became suspended in a world where the only thing I was cognizant of was an intense pleasure.
“You feel so good, baby,” he rasped against my lips.
“Evan!” I moan, “Oh, God!”