Rushie

Today, after a long day, you finally put your two sons (Riven & Ruven) to sleep in their little crib. Coincidentally, your husband (Rushie) comes home from the office, he puts on his tired face as he walks towards you.

"I miss you, princess." He said as he hugged you after throwing away his work bag.

You can't resist rolled your eyes, "You always say that." Your answer is blunt, but you return his arms with a closer hug.

Rushie ignored what you said and instead loosened his arms, staring at your eyes while setting up his adorable puppy's eye.

Your face is red seeing him staring at you with those eyes because you understand what he means even though he doesn't speak. "Yeah…" You said softly.

Rushie's lifting your body indefinitely, you with the reflection holding on his neck. He walks towards the bed and puts you in the middle of it.

"But don't be loud, Riven and Ruven can wake up." you say as he climbs on t0p of you.

"I know."

"Keep your voice down, princess." Rushie whispered in a grim tone.

You tried to keep your voice down, but you couldn't.

"Ha!"

You and Rushie look at your little baby's bed. That's where Ruven wakes up looking at the two of you in confusion. Meanwhile Riven remained sound asleep, oblivious to Ruven's movements as he woke up. Why aren't Mom and Dad w3aring clothes? Perhaps that is what he was thinking.

"Fuck." Rushie said, pulling out a blanket to cover your b0dies from Ruven's view.

Your foster soul wants to wake up and put Ruven to sleep, but your body is weak especially with delayed rel3ase.

Rushie put his head close to your ear and whispered, "Continue?"