She continues to push me to the edge and she’s lucky I’m able to keep my wild instincts at bay. Both of my sons are keeping me sane. They are the difference between me standing here talking, and the guards having to rush in and keep me from taking their mother much too roughly and harming her in the process.

Also, not once has she run from me. This helps too.

Drew claims she’s not here simply to drop off my sons and leave, but instead wants to try and live here with me at the commune as my Bride, at my hearth, so we can care for our sons together. It sounds too good to be true, because I vividly remember the pain and agony of this last year, left alone, not knowing what had happened to her or my son.

I can’t switch that easily.

Nor do I trust a female who’s already tricked me once. She claims I mumbled something about kidnapping her, but I’d never say such a thing and it irritates me that she makes up excuses for her behavior.

And she wants to try to remain at my side? “Try?” I snort quietly.

But she does sound sincere in her love for our sons. And I continue to scent her intense arousal for me. This is why I haven’t kicked her out yet. But I will not touch this female who isn’t sure if she wants me. Drew Reilly might want our sons, but their father she only wants as a temporary pleasure mate. My cock is hard and leaking, wishing to sink in her heat, but instead I concentrate on my sons. Also, I’m exhausted.

She pulls on a loose, short nightgown and starts unbuttoning the front to again expose her perfect breasts.

“Stop. It’s not going to work. I’m not going to fuck a female I cannot trust.”

She rolls her eyes and sits down on the bed and turns on the bedside light. “I can hold one of them,” she offers.

I shake my head.

“I need to feed them again.”

“I will help.”

She sits up against the headboard and starts to put a blanket over her chest then glances and me, smiles and tosses it aside. I rest back against the headboard too with pillows and place Owen on my chest while he waits to be fed. I hand her Bran first and watch with wonder as she allows me a full visual of what’s happening as she nurses our son. Bran eagerly latches onto her nipple, grunts and starts feeding from his mother. His green hand is on her breast. She cradles his head and sniffs his head and smiles. She smiles at me too.

Why is my chest so warm? And why can’t I keep my eyes off her much larger breasts?

Then our son finishes and she pulls him off her nipple with a pop. I take back Bran and hand her Owen. My other son also latches onto her other breast and starts to fill his belly. This has to be the most beautiful sight I’ve seen in my entire life. I prop Bran on my shoulder and gently pat his tiny back until he lets out a growly little burp.

“Their diapers feel full,” she comments.

I nod and roll off the bed and take Bran with me to the bedroom and get to work changing my son’s diaper. I have everything set up, along with some new additions she brought. I frown at the disposable diapers, but it will do for now. It pleases me to see that my Bride has taken care of my sons despite being alone with them without orcs in attendance. They seem small for their age but nothing that can’t be fixed in a short time. I lean in close and rumble in Bran’s ear and he gurgles. “I’m pleased to see you too, my son. You are with me now and all is well.”

I return to the bedroom and find her still nursing Owen.

“You really did change Bran’s diaper?”

“Yes.”

I can see she’s checking my work. “Hmm, looks good.”

“I am an orc. We wait all our lives to raise a son. This is the greatest joy of our lives. I have trained for this. Males who never have a son live with a deep sadness.”

She takes Owen off her breast and we again switch babies. I hand her Bran to hold and I take Owen to change his diaper too. I repeat the same ritual with him as I did with Bran, giving him time to burp and then reassuring Owen that he is now rejoined with his father and can also sleep in peace.

I return to the bedroom and see Drew can barely keep her eyes open.

I turn off the light and rest on the bed and take both babies in my arms. She snuggles into my side and quickly falls asleep with a look of utter contentment on her face. I can’t help but feel content too, even if I believe this family tableau is short lived.

My eyes blink open at the sun light filtered through the curtains.

One baby gurgles in one arm and the other in another. Their gorgeous mother is still snuggled next to me, asleep. I love the sight of her brown hair against my green skin. I should be tired and wanting more sleep but I’m energized with the reappearance of my boys. Learning I have twins was the happiest moment of my life.

I very carefully move out of the bed with both babies, allowing Drew to continue sleeping. She needs her rest after the last few months of raising orcs without their father and I’m looking forward to alone time with my sons.

Many orcs would lose their minds at the sight of their Bride who’d run from them. But I think the difference is that she brought back my two sons. And she’s told me she wants to stay. This has calmed my chasing instincts. She’s right here with me, her scent in my lungs along with the scent of her arousal. And all I think of is joy at the sight of my boys.

This helps to decrease my animosity towards the female who kept my sons from me.

Their diapers are reasonably dry so I walk with them out into the front room. I find breast milk in bottles, still fresh, in the fridge. Perfect. I sit down with them on the couch. I place one infant between my thighs and the other in my arm and feed him with the bottle. When the bottle finishes I switch them. After they are fed I spend time giving them each a bath in the kitchen sink with a tiny bathtub. And then I give them fresh diapers and clothing. This time alone with the both of them is wonderful for me and my sons. They smile and gurgle the entire time. And I can already tell them apart. Bran has taller horns and Owen has a thicker chest. I leave them in their cribs, quietly listening to their mobiles, while I take a quick shower and sneak into my room for clothes.

Drew is still asleep.

Then I go back into the nursery and hold my sons in my arms and proudly step outside onto my front porch and out to the path. My father joins me as well as Urdan and Kelt. I scented their arrival prior to stepping in the shower. I hand Owen over to my father, who obviously wants to hold a grandson.

“How did it go?” Urdan questions.

“It went well. It was good you stayed outside because I could have easily lost my mind and hurt her. If she’s ran. If she’d tried to keep my sons from me. But I think it helped that I went into the nursery first and inhaled their scent. And she also immediately told me she wanted to stay and she never tried to run from me.”

“Good.”

“She says she wants to stay and give this a chance.”

“Hmm. She said that yesterday too, which is why we let her enter and speak to you, because we thought you’d want to hear her request.”

A growl rumbles in my chest. “I cannot trust the female who tricked me and took my sons across the country.”

“Maybe she didn’t trick you?”

I shake my head in disagreement.

“My grandsons already look happier and settled,” my father comments.

“Yes,” Kelt agrees, “both infants immediately smiled when they scented us from the car at the gate.”

I shake my head. “Three months without me.”

“But at least they’re here, to stay.”

“I’m letting her stay for now,” I confirm. “Because she wants to give this a human ‘chance.’ But she says I threatened to kidnap her and that’s why she ran away. I can’t trust her because she’s still lying to me.”

“Maybe you did say this.”

“I didn’t.”