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The dream was so real that when I wake up it takes me a few minutes to differentiate reality from my own imagination.
The problem is that after I realize it was just a dream, I understand I have a new mission in life and for that, I need to convince my Lottus Flower to come with me.
Not that I believe to be too hard to convince him, especially since we are talking about my Baby, and he surely have a soft spot for me.
I believe him to actually be head over heels in love with yours truly, but I’m not one to brag about it.
Not all the fucking time, at least.
So, I wait patiently for him to wake up and in the meantime, I fix some breakfast for us, scramble eggs and coffee for me and an English breakfast tea to Brandon, since God forbid him to drink a cup of coffee like a normal person in the morning.
I only have one problem with the part where I said I would wait patiently for Bran to wake up.
The waiting part is a bitch and I make the breakfast too quickly, not being much of a distraction for my mind that’s running wild with ideas and shit.
So, I decide the waiting is done and go with our cups to our room.
I mean, if I don’t wake him up soon, waaaay before the time he usually wakes, the food will go cold and I’m not the one to waste good tea and eggs.
So here am I in the early hours of the morning sneaking towards Brandon under the covers, tugging him into my chest and sucking on his nape, in a very gentle way at the beginning, but things escalate very fast when my Prince Charming begins to rub his ass against me, waking up Kolya in no time.
But I remember myself of my mission and so, using all the strength in me, I gently put some distance between us.
Chill Kolya, we must think first and act later. Because yeah, we’re totally acting later, don’t worry about that.
“Good morning, Baby” I say, biting the shelf of his ear. “I made you tea”.
“Humm, who are you and what you did to my husband?”.
My heart misses a beat at Brandon calling me husband, even though we’ve been married for almost two years now.
The most amazing and beautiful years of my life if you want to ask me.
“I can show you later who your husband is, Baby” I reply lighting the lamp on the bedside table and giving him his cup of tea when he seats at our bed. “But first, tea and talking”.
Brandon cheeks blush deliciously, and I can see his mind working on my promise and the things I’ll do to him later, but then he realizes I want to talk too and normally he’s the one to initiate discussions, so suspicious takes place.
“Am I in trouble or something?”
“Maybe. Do you have something to tell me, Baby?” I tease him, trying to hold my smile.
“No?”
“It’s a question or an answer?”
Brandon clears his throat and fetches his watch, realizing how early I woke him up.
“Nikolai” he says firmly, straightening his back and looking at me with his beautiful blue eyes, that even in the dim light are breathtaking. “You’re freaking me out now, what it’s going on?”
I laugh at the sight of him, all worried and serious, but than remember I’ll need he’s approval for the plan to happen and decide to tell him soon before he’s very limited patience with me goes to an end.
“I had a dream.”
“All this because of a dream?”
“It wasn’t a common dream.”
“Ok?”
“I want to have a baby” I blur out.
Brandon almost chokes on his tea, and I need to tap his back to be sure he doesn't die, his face a mix of someone gushing for air and also completely confuse.
After he get his shit together and puts the cup of tea back at the nightstand, he straight himself again at the bed, back to being the prince charming that he is, but he’s also all serious now, his eyes inquisitive.
“Baby, this is all because last week, Cecily told us she’s pregnant?” he asks, his voice and eyes gentle, like he’s trying not to say something that it’s going to hurt me.
“No… I mean, I guess no” I reply, crossing my arms on my chest, flexing a little too much since I know Brandon loves the view. “I’m very happy for them, but I want a baby because of my dream.”
“What dream?”
“This night I had this vivid dream where we had two kids, a boy and a girl, and it was the most amazing dream I ever had, no joking.”
Brandon smile at me, his eyes shining so brightly I want to devour him on the spot.
“Why it was so amazing?” he asks, getting his tea back and taking a sip.
“Baby, I wsh you could have seen it” I began to say while getting closer to him in bed as if, somehow, I can put the memories in his head if I get close enough. “The boy looked just like you, all charming and proper and very English, but also with the most beautiful blue eyes and hair, just like you.”
“What about the girl? Or in your dream they all looked like me?” he laughs.
“The girl looked strangely like me” I confess, holding a smile when Brandon laughs again at that “I mean, she was pretty and not at all manly, thank fuck, but she had my hair and weird look in her eyes.”
“You don’t have a weird look in your eyes.” Brandon says, taking my hand and interlacing our fingers gently.”
“Thanks, Baby” I reply, pulling him to a kiss.
I want to deep in the kiss as soon our lips touch and I can taste the tea in his lips, but again I hold myself, wanting to tell him al about our dream kids before, somehow, I forget about everything.
“The thing is, Baby, it’s not about their looks, but how much fun we had.” I proceed, my face remaining close to his. “The boy liked to run with us in the morning and cooking, but also liked to play soccer with me and play fight, as if he was the perfect mix of us, you know?”
Brandon nods, his face covered with the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen since the day of our wedding when he finally said, ‘I do’ and we promised to be together into beyond dead, since nothing can be between us and our love for each other, not even death itself.
“The girl was so fun too, Baby, she liked to go to the gym with me and swimming, where we competed to see who could hold their breaths under water longer.” Bran rolls his eyes at that, and I bite his lip in return, just because. “She’s also very funny and strong, like her daddy.”
I laugh at the memory and for a moment I forget where I am, just too excited with the idea of these kids been real someday and ours, Brandon’s and mine.
Our perfect mix.
I come back to the present and pause, my eyes searching on Bran’s for any clue of his thoughts on the idea of us having children together, but I can’t decipher anything, and anxiety suddenly consumes me. Still, I don’t say nothing, hoping for my Lottus Flower to break the silence and say something, anything at this point.
Brandon puts his cup away and get his eyes on me again, they’re gentle and warming, as if he wants to say something I won’t like, but the wants to do it with love and care. When he opens his mouth, I prepare myself for the big fat no I’m about to receive.
“So, we’re good with two kids then? More than that I’m not so sure I can handle.”
I can’t hold back the smile that grows wide in my face, and I jump on top of him, kissing him deep, with eager and lust.
When we’re about to go deeper into the kiss and rip each other’s clothes – or in the case, Brandon’s pjs, since I can’t make myself wear anything to bed – I let go of his lips so I can look at his face, all flush and bright.
“We are doing this, then? You and I, parents.”
“Yes, Niko.” He replies, his voice rusty and sexy while with his fingers tangled in my hair just the way he loves it. “As long is you and I, I’ll do anything in life.”
I can’t contain myself, or Kolya, anymore and I kiss him deep enough to make us became one and never be apart anymore.
With that kiss, and everything that followed, we started our new chapter together and I couldn’t be more in love with this man I have the privilege to call mine.
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18 months later
Brandon
“They’re the way you dreamed of?” I ask in a whisper, so I don’t wake up the twins.
“More, Baby, they’re so fucking more.”
Nikolai and I are sitting on our couch, each at one end of it, with a baby each in our chests.
It’s been almost two weeks since the birth of Edgar and Agatha King Sokolov, via surrogate, and even though we are tired and deprived of sleep, we couldn’t be happier and in love with each other and the twins.
I look at my husband, who’s only wearing his shorts while holding a sleep Agatha in his bare chest and I think my heart will finally give out and stop, being consumed with all this love and happiness I’ve never would’ve believed I would live before meeting this man… My man.
“You’re going to drool on Eddy, Baby” he whispers to me with a smile that could be considered a work of art, even better than all the work I've ever done in my life.
“It fits you” I simply reply, caressing our baby boy in my chest. “Being a dad really suits you”.
“It fits us, Baby” he replies and then he gets up really slowly, holding Agatha close to his chest.
“What are you doing?”
“Putting these little guys on the nursery so I can fuck their papa into oblivion.”
I almost wake Eddy up trying no to laugh at Nikolai while he goes put Agatha away. When he disappears into the room I whisper in my son’s ear, “sorry about that, Edgar, but I mean, it’s better to get used to it since your daddy is incorrigible.”
Edgar doesn’t seem to mind at all, still sleeping without a worry in the world as I get up and follow my husband and daughter to the nursery the twins share.
Our lives as parents are just beginning, but with Nikolai by my side, I know our family will be more than ok, and I can’t wait to live it all with them.