The Girl Who Cries Colors

“Yeah, wing time!” she says excitedly, her tail flicking behind her. Her tail is adorable. It’s red like her wings with a little tuft of pink hair at the end that matches the ringlets on her head.

Ronak smacks Evert on the head as he passes. “You heard her. Get up. It’s wing time.”

“Fucking asshole,” Evert grumbles, chucking a pillow at him.

“Daddy Ev! You said a bad word!” Amorette scolds.

“Yes, he did,” Sylred says as he sits up from the bed. “And now he has to put more money in the jar.” Sylred gets way too much enjoyment by making Evert pay up.

“Fucking jar,” Evert grumbles, as he sits up and scrubs his hands down his face.

Amorette points at him. “You said a bad word again!”

A laugh escapes me. Evert is forever in debt to the swear jar.

The guys toss Amorette to one another as they pull on shirts, and being the daredevil that she is, she giggles gleefully every time she’s tossed around like a beachball.

With ringlets of pink hair and red-feathered wings like me, she’s so cute that I can’t help but smile every time I look at her. She looks like me, but there’s no doubt that she takes after her genfin daddies, too, and I don’t just mean the tail.

“Wait! I need my sword!”

She hops out of Evert’s arms and goes racing out of the room in search of her favorite toy. Yeah, a sword. Sylred made it for her out of wood, and she carries it around with her everywhere. She even sleeps with the thing. Ronak is oddly proud about it. He’s also been sneaking off to teach her how to use it. He thinks I haven’t noticed.

“You need anything?” Sylred asks, coming around to plant a kiss on my head.

“I’m good,” I tell him with a smile. “Watch her, though. Ronak gets too crazy. Don’t let him just drop her from the sky. I don’t want her to be scared.”

Sylred chuckles, but Ronak scoffs. “Our daughter is fearless.”

“Okay, fine. But don’t encourage that fearlessness too much. I don’t want her getting hurt during her first flying lesson. She’s brave, but sometimes she’s too brave for her own good.”

Ronak comes stalking toward me, and even though he has a shirt on now, the fabric still strains over his bulging muscles. I’m tempted to run my hands up his abs and pecs.

“I would never let anything happen to our daughter,” he says, looking down at me sternly. He has his hot alpha voice on, and by the smug look on his face, he knows how much that tone gets to me. I shift my thighs together, wondering if I can possibly steal him away for a few minutes, but then Amorette comes sprinting into the room, and all my thoughts of a quickie go out the window.

We have to sneak off for sex nowadays. There’s a system. It’s a lot like passing the baton, but in our case, we pass a toddler to one of the guys while the rest of the guys sneak me out for a little hurried hoopty. They consider it a challenge to see who can make me orgasm the quickest.

“I’m ready!” Amorette says, wooden sword in hand. The thing is as tall as she is.

I smile. “Can I have a kiss first?”

She comes bounding over, little lips puckered as she lands one on my cheek. “Morning, Mommy!”

“Good morning, baby.”

Excited, she grabs Sylred’s and Ronak’s hands and starts pulling them away. “Come on!”

“Be careful!” I call as the four of them disappear out of the room to go start her promised flying lessons.

I snuggle back under the covers, happy to get a few more minutes of blessed sleep, but of course, that’s when I get the urgent need to pee.

With a defeated sigh, I throw the covers off. “Damn you, bladder.”

Okot comes strolling in then, his bright red mohawk wet and slicked back from bathing. I smell his spicy scent mixed with the pine needle soap that Sylred makes.

When I bring my feet over the edge of the bed, he comes forward and takes my hand, helping me up.

As soon as I’m vertical, I huff out a breath like I just ran a marathon. “Getting out of bed is hard,” I say.