Chapter Ninety-four: A Symphony of Togetherness

Grace’s Point of View

After we finished showering, my legs were still trembling. Aamon insisted on carrying me back to bed and holding me in his arms until I felt better. It wasn't because I was in pain but simply because I was physically exhausted. It wasn't a negative experience, but it had been a while since I had been this sexually active during our time apart. I had casual partners here and there, but my heart was never truly invested. I knew I needed to regain my stamina.

I gently ran my fingers over the intricate tattoos gracing his skin, savouring the familiar feeling of him. Being close to him was like being home, bringing tears to my eyes. But I refused to let them fall; Aamon would worry that I was upset or in pain. But the truth was, I was grateful. Grateful to have this stunning man back in my life and in his bed again after all this time.

“Co myślisz o mojej miłości?” Aamon whispered as I lay in his arms, and my body slowly relaxed.

Even though I didn’t speak much Polish, I knew what he was saying. I closed my eyes and sighed, snuggling in closer to him, if that was even possible.

“I’m okay. Honest,” I whispered, not trusting myself to say more.

“Grace, you know better than to keep anything from me. What is going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” Aamon insisted.

“Aamon, nothing is wrong. I’m happy. Like really happy, even amid all the chaos around us right now. I’m taking a moment to take it all in,” I answered truthfully.

And then the tears came. Aamon felt them falling onto his muscular chest and sat up, pulling me into his arms.

“Grace, I’ve already told you, there is no one else. Why are you crying?” Aamon asked with concern.

Fuck, he was so stupid sometimes.

“These. Are. Happy. Tears,” I stressed while wriggling away to wipe the tears away and glare at him.

“Really? Happy tears?” Aamon scoffed.

Oh, those were fighting words. I maneuvered my body quickly on top of his and held his wrists above his head. Aamon arched an eyebrow at me, looking at me incredulously. My strength paled compared to his, but I wanted my point made.

“Moja mała myszko, jak myślisz, co robisz?” Aamon smirked.

Fuck, Aamon was hot when he did that. I quickly forgot about my legs and began to kiss his neck, squirming on top of him as I did.

Aamon groaned and forcefully flipped me onto my back on the bed, his weight pinning me down. He feverishly brushed my hair away from my face and began to ravish me with deep, passionate kisses. Our bodies melted together as he claimed me, his desire growing with each touch. Despite my soreness, I was still eager and wet for him. I eagerly moved my hips, grinding against his pulsing member as we kissed with unbridled lust and desire.

“Last time, and then we need to go and talk to my sister,” Aamon grinned as his hard cock entered my core yet again.

Every sensation was heightened, my body tingling from the passionate encounters we shared in the shower and all night long. He silenced my moans with a deep kiss as I climaxed, my body shaking with ecstasy as Aamon gripped me tightly and thrust deeper until he also reached his peak. He rolled over, pulling me into his arms yet again, as we lay there completely spent.

I began to feel guilty about preventing Aamon from speaking with Rei until I heard the gentle snores coming from him. He was so tired, too. I snuggled in and allowed myself to drift off alongside Aamon. The problems and worries outside this room could wait a little longer.

Rei’s Point of View

Shiloh made an excellent point. Salem would inevitably ask Xavier where we both slept last night. Although I trusted him completely always to do and say the right thing, my youngest child was indeed a force to be reckoned with that my boyfriend did not fully comprehend.

I entered the room to find him sitting between my sons, each holding a game controller and intently focused on the screen as they played a racing game. To be honest, I had no idea what game it was. My attention, however, was drawn to the scene before me. Salem and Onyx were happy, well-behaved, and relaxed with Xavier. It felt like he had always been a part of their lives; he fit in naturally.

Xavier looked up at me, winked affectionately, and then resumed playing with the boys. It was such a small thing, but in my heart, it was everything. He knew that it was a package deal—to have me, Xavier would need to accept not only my children but also my family. Despite the cost and the risks, he accepted everything that came with being with me.

I was about to turn and walk away to make coffee when I heard Salem’s voice.

“Xavier? Do you think you could ever be my dad?” Salem inquired.

My heart froze, as did my feet in that very spot. I wanted to hear the answer. I did… but I also didn’t.

“What would it mean to you if I was your dad?” Xavier asked.

Salem was silent for a few moments, pondering what to say in response that would not be rude or offensive. My youngest son’s response, though, caught me off guard.

“Everything,” Salem said with a shrug.

“What do you mean, everything?” Xavier asked, putting down the controller to look at Salem and decipher what my son meant.

“Mom loves you and is so happy when she is with you. She hates wearing the same clothes the next day, and she’s done that twice now with you! Mom loves clean clothes, so you must be extra special,” Salem said solemnly while Onyx snorted with laughter, and Xavier sat there stunned.

“Plus, you take care of all of us. I know you love us and will protect Mom, Onyx, Shiloh and me. You would make a good dad. I’d like to hire you for that position. Are you available?” Salem asked with a cheeky grin.

Onyx was laughing so hard he fell off the couch onto the floor. Xavier continued to look at Salem, stunned, not knowing what to say. I knew I had to save him from the mess he’d just entered.

“Salem, last night Xavier asked me to marry him. I didn’t answer him because I wanted to wait and talk it over first with you, Onyx and Shiloh. Would you be okay if I said yes?” I asked my youngest child.

“Of course, I like him. I was hoping we’d get to keep him!” Salem exclaimed.

“Xavier is not a pet,” groaned Onyx, his mirth lost in his irritation with Salem.

“I know, but he’s perfect for Mom, and Xavier fits in with our family. Mom, I want you to say yes. It’s your choice because you are the grown up. But if you are asking if this is what I want, for Xavier to be my dad, the answer is yes,” Salem said.