So what do you think about Kennedy? Are you a fan? lol She played Cas and Ripley both, it seems. thank you for reading and hope you have a great weekend! Thank you for the comments and gems, I love hearing from you :) I'm going to bed, but I'll see if I have time this weekend to write some more.
Cas’ pov It’s been a week since I’ve been home, and all I’ve done is focus on work while Kennedy and my mother have been busy redesigning the living room and main bedroom. It doesn’t fucking matter anyway. She can have my bedroom. I am not sleeping in there with that bitch. When she first rang the doorbell at my villa near the beach, I threw the door back in her face. “Cassius, we are getting married. You’re being petty.” She had said. “Petty… Fucking petty?” I scoffed. “You were cruel. There were many ways to make sure I stopped seeing Ripley, and you chose the one that hurt the most. You’re fucking evil.” Emmy looked at me through the glass door. “Open the door, Cassius. Once we get married, this will be my home too. Or do you want me to get your parents involved?” Like I was a fucking child. So I walked off, went back to my office, and started work. But true to her damn word, Emmy did indeed involve my mom. And mother dearest was happy to help. I thought about ca
Ripley’s pov Running around frantically, not sure what to do or who to call. I had already called the police, but they couldn’t help me yet. And while I could hire someone with the money Cas gave me, I didn’t even know where to start. I couldn’t think; all I could do was imagine the worst possible outcomes, and that wasn’t helpful at all. But Cas would. He would have people who knew how to help. He would know who to hire and what the next steps were. I dialed Cas' number, not caring about my pride anymore. This was for my girls, and despite Cas’ behavior, I suspected he would want to help me. I prayed that he wouldn’t hang up on me or be angry with me. During our day at Disneyland, I saw him care for River and Rose. Or was that fake? I had to take the chance. “Ripley…” “Cas, I need your help.” I said, barely being able to speak. I felt like I was losing my mind. When I heard him say he was on his way, a weight lifted off my shoulders. If anyone could help, he could. Right?
Cas’ pov “I’m on my way,” I said, grabbing my car keys. “Tell me what happened.” I walked past the window, where Kennedy was glaring at me. She couldn’t start yelling because the interviewer and camera guy were still there. Not that I gave a fuck about any of that now. “They took River and Rose." Ripley whimpered through the phone. “I’m taken the helicopter.” I said to Ripley, knowing it would get me to her in half the time. It was a two-hour drive from the city, but if I pushed the pilot, I’d be there in under an hour. “You have a helicopter?” Ripley asked, sniffling. “Focus, Ley. Who took them, when, and where?” “The daycare at the hotel and Oliver’s parents, about two hours ago.” Ripley answered. “I’m at home, trying to find pictures for the police, but I am not sure what else to bring.” “You’ll get a call in about five minutes; do whatever he says and text me your location in an hour. I’ll handle the rest.” I said. “We’ll get them back, Ripley. I promise.” “Thank you, Cas
Rose’s pov Why was Mommy not here? Grandma said she was coming too. I was scared to ask, but we had been in the car for very long. I needed to pee, but Grandpa looked angry every time I saw his face in the mirror. “I need to pee,” I whispered to River. “We need to pee,” River said. My sister always helps me. “Not yet, girls," Grandma said. I started wiggling in my seat. Grandma didn’t like it when I made a mess. “We weally need to pee,” River said again. “Just wait!” Grandpa yelled, and it started to get wet and warm in my underwear. O, no….. Tears were coming to my eyes. I miss mommy. Grandpa and Grandma will yell when they see I’ve peed in my pants. “I peed a little,” I whispered to River. River looked at me, “it’s okay, wose. Mommy will come soon.” I shook my head. Mommy and Grandma had yelled at each other. They were angry at each other, and we had moved to another house. They weren’t friends anymore. River stuck her hand out, and I did the same, holding each other ha
Cas' pov Fuck! What kind of dumbass am I? Apparently, the the kind that makes matters worse for a mother whose kids just got kidnapped. All I wanted was to give Ripley a break from everything, and when she asked me to have sex with her, it was hard to refuse. In hindsight, I should have told her then that it was probably a bad idea, but really, how do you say that in a nice way without sounding like a dick? Not that I could think when she asked me that. I wanted to sleep with Ripley fucking badly. But it was a bad idea. Whatever we were was confusing enough, and Ripley had enough shit on her plate already. But god, she felt so tight, and I was so in the moment that I didn’t even remember if I put on a condom or not. Sitting on her bed naked, I looked down. Not…. God dammit! With Ripley’s luck, I would have probably gotten her pregnant. She told me she got pregnant when she lost her virginity, so this woman is fertile as fuck. I always remember to wear a condom, even when I’m
Ripley’s pov It’s been almost a week since I brought my girls home. Cas offered to hang around, and while I was thankful for his help, I wanted to be alone with my girls for now. He said I could take as long off from work as I needed and offered paid leave. When I joked if that was available for all employees, he was silent for a bit and then said it should be. I wasn’t sure what he was planning to do, but I didn’t have the energy in me to ask. It seemed all the stress from the kidnapping was catching up to me because I felt exhausted. Not just because I barely slept. But because part of me was still on high alert. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to leave them with someone else again. After we lost my dad, I didn’t realize how his sudden death had affected me. Not until I became very concerned every time Oliver would be late. It was even worse after Rose and River were born. Constant worry about them. I checked if they were breathing several times at night. When Oliver suddenl
Cas’ pov.Being with Ripley, if only for a day, a day filled with tears and worry, had been better than most of my days. And it wasn’t just because we had sex, albeit brief. It had been nice to feel needed and helpful. I was aware the only reason Ripley had called was because she knew I had the money and resources she needed to find the girls. I know I have no right to complain about my life. There are people who are starving, and I have several homes and a whole fucking list of people to cater to my every demand. But it isn’t easy to trust people when I know most of them just want my money. And I wish Ripley needed me for more. When I first started to work, I tried my best to be helpful and to support charities. Not just because it makes me look good to the public, but because I have more money than I can spend. It’s not fair that some have nothing. I work fucking hard for my money. I work 80 hours a week sometimes, but so do a lot of people who make a whole lot less money.Ripl
Ripley’s pov It was clear I made a mistake by coming here. Cas did not seem happy to see us at all. Or maybe just me, because he was being really nice to my girls. When he pointed to the cameras, I assumed he was embarrassed that I was here. In all the time I had known Cas, I had never felt like he was embarrassed to be seen with me. Even if at times I felt out of place, he didn’t seem to care. His attention had always been solely on me, but now his eyes kept shifting to the cameras and the guests. He seemed agitated and it was because of me.There were a lot more guests than Edward had made me believe there would be. He had lied to me.I would have declined, knowing the magnitude of this party. This was going to be a lot for the girls and for me. Maybe I was projecting my discomfort onto Cas. Because I had never felt like I belonged anywhere less than I do right now. Whenever I was at a party and felt awkward, I always used my girls to coward behind. I focused on them or left ear
Cassius pov“You’re so fucking beautiful.”“Language, dad.” Rose scolded me.I rolled my eyes, “you know what I mean. You are the perfect bride, Raven.”Seeing my youngest daughter get married reminded me of my own wedding. Ripley and I had wanted to do a quick wedding with just the three of us, not knowing at the time she was already pregnant with our middle child, Rayne.After we went to Malachi’s and Kennedy’s wedding, Ripley had wanted to get married in Europe too. But instead of France, she chose Greece.Even now, twenty plus years later, I can still remember how fucking gorgeous the country was. The white building, the blue ocean, my perfect bride in her summer dress.It was simple, but it suited us both. I didn’t need a big fucking wedding. I just needed my girls there. Rose and River wore matching dresses; they were so fucking cute. We had done the official part at home, at city hall. Ripley had asked two of the hotel staff to be our witnesses—two people who were now friends.T
Malachi’s povShe smelled and tasted even better than I remembered. I loved seeing that bump above me as I ate her pussy out. I kept my promise; I made her cum every time she told me she loved me.By the end of it, she didn't seem shy about it any longer; all the awkwardness between us was gone.She loves me, and I love her. And I intend to show her in every way possible.Once her legs felt putty and she couldn't move, I carried her to her room.“This is going to be our room now.” I stated, and she smiled at me.“Can you go inside the closet and grab that little bag for me?” she asked.I did what my woman asked me to do, looking for a small bag. I suspected it was my ring but didn’t want to assume.Once I found the bag, I handed it to her, and she took out a little box."Malachi Ford, you're nothing like what I ever imagined my husband would be like, but exactly what I need. You’re a sweetheart; you love to dance and sing, and your fashion sense is growing on me.”I chuckled at her wor
Kennedy’s povLong story short, I heard everything. Yeah, it’s an invasion of fucking privacy, blablabla. It’s my home! If I want to watch the security cameras for a bit, just to make sure everything is okay, then I can.I mean, it wasn’t like I was spying on them.Okay, I sort of was, but who cares?Malachi loves me. He said so twice now, so it’s like a fact at this point.And if he does get upset I eavesdropped, then he should also get angry at Leon, because that sneaky little man must have overheard my call with Cassius and Ripley.Yes. I talked to them. Of all people.But it wasn’t even about Malachi. They called me to see how everything was going after Juliette’s death and offered their sympathies. It was just a normal conversation until the fucker, Cassius, of course, started annoying me.He asked about the wedding and a bunch of other shit, that doesn’t seem really important right now. And then he started teasing me, like a fucking child.Ripley tried to stop him, well, sort of;
Malachi’s povHow do I even start?I wish I could put this off. I wish I could just wait a bit, but we have to go to France so Leon can say goodbye if he wants to. I read everything I could online about young children and death, and they all suggest letting the kids have a choice.Both the funeral and her burial will take place there.I can’t let my own feelings get in the way. I am angry; I’m sad. I’m so many things, but none of them are important right now.Is that what it’s like to be a parent? Putting someone else first, always? I respect momma in a whole new way.Every time I asked about my dad, did she hurt as well? She never showed it.“Papa?” Leon said, looking at me with big eyes.He’s so beautiful. Such an amazing kid.I swallowed, trying to keep my voice from breaking.Things were awkward between me and Kennedy because we almost kissed. But she was still here, her hand on my shoulder, trying to keep me sane.She’s a good woman. A good mother. And I am lucky to have her here.
Malachi’s pov“Do you believe in god?”Kennedy sighed. Our morning did not get off to a good start. I may or may not have assumed she had told Leon when I saw her holding him and crying.Thankfully I didn’t just yell out something stupid, but the damage was done anyway.The rest of the day had been awkward, and I still had not told Leon about his mother’s death.It surprised me that Kennedy stayed behind after our fight. She could have left. Leon wasn’t her responsibility, and she’s supposed to go to work. But she didn’t.Instead, she worked from home.Leon was now taking a nap, and Kennedy had just ordered lunch, so I thought it was a safe moment to talk to her. Guess I was wrong.“Why?”“I don’t know. Just... do you believe in God?" I asked again.“I’m a Republican; of course I believe in God." Kennedy replied stoically.I don't think that's how it works, but okay.."So you go to church, pray, and all that?"She rolled her eyes, “that’s too much. I just believe in God. And I donate t
Kennedy’s pov“I’m sorry,” I muttered.“What?” Ripley asked.“Don’t make me repeat it, please. You heard me.”Ripley giggled, “you’re sorry for what?”“I don’t fucking know. Everything? I was a bitch to you. I didn’t even want Cassius the way you want him. I never loved the man. It was a pride thing. And I don’t like people messing with my plans. And you messed with my plans a whole fu- shit, how does Cassius not curse around these kids?”Ripley shrugged, “he tries. It doesn’t always work. But you were saying?”“Yeah, you messed with my plans. Threw everything in the trash, actually. Kind of ruined everything we had planned, and even when I tried to fight back, somehow you still came out on top.”“Not every time. I was really miserable, and some of the things you did had a major effect on my and the girls’ lives.”I sighed, fuck… Why isn’t sorry enough? Why do I have to explain myself or whatever.“Look, I can go into a whole thing and explain my reasons. But we both know they were pre
Cassius pov“Um, so, fuck it. Do you want to come over so the girls can play with Leon?” Kennedy’s voice asked me on the other end of the phone.I should have never answered the phone when I saw her name pop up on the caller ID. We were having a relaxing day, the girls were almost ready to take a nap, which meant afternoon sex for me and Ripley while they slept.The naps could last for an hour or sometimes only twenty minutes, but it made things exciting, not knowing how much time we had to spend. And a quicky is still sex.Before I could say no, Ley took the phone from my fucking hands. Sneaky girl.“We’d love to; the girls can nap on the way over.”And now we weren’t having our afternoon sexy time? Hell to the fucking no.But Ripley had said goodbye to Kennedy and handed me back the phone. “Stop pouting, Cas. I’ll make it up to you tonight.”“You better…” I teased my fiancé.She rolled her eyes, “or what?”“Oh, you’ll see…” I winked at her with my smirk that she loved to hate.Ley ig
Malachi’s povShe looked damn good. I had imagined what Kennedy would look like when she was pregnant, but this was beyond my imagination.She looked beautiful and hot. The thought that this woman is carrying my baby is sexy as hell, but I can’t let her see it.Especially not after she disappeared for no good reason.We had talked for those two weeks. It wasn’t like she went no-contact. She just never mentioned she was out of the country.I was dealing with a lot myself, so when she said she didn’t have time for a date, I didn’t really care.Okay, that was a lie. I had grown to enjoy our dates. For someone who acts like she doesn’t care about anyone but herself, she is a very good listener. And she gives pretty good advice too, although a bit cold.But when you’re dealing with death, childcare, a wedding, and a bunch of other stuff, it’s nice to have someone who doesn’t get stressed out. She is calm, mostly because she buries everything. Which isn’t healthy at all. But that’s an issue
Kennedy“So you really don’t see anything wrong with what you did?” Malachi asked over the phone.How could I explain the need to leave for two weeks without giving much of an explanation.Should I just tell them the complete list of shit I am dealing with right now?First of fucking all, I am having a boy. Hooray! But no.Seriously…. My entire fucking life, I had known I would get a girl that would be just like me. It was already a thing to realize that I’d be having a mixed-race girl. Not because they’re not beautiful and pretty—I mean, they’re arguably more pretty—but because it means my daughter will not be a perfect copy.Yeah, now that I am saying it out loud. Or, thinking about it, I realize how crazy that sounds.So I will not be telling Malachi any of that.We found out that we’re having a boy, and his mother was there too. She’s a lovely lady, I guess. Very intimating, but I respect that in a woman. No bullshit attitude.She gave me some speech on how I should treat her son r