Quadruplets Make Six

“I do,” I said. “There’s just… still a lot that has to happen. Things with my father are nowhere near settled and I’m worried about the amount of time I’m spending away from home. I don’t want his anger needlessly backlashing on my brothers. That isn’t fair to them.”

“But it shouldn’t be backlashing onto you, either,” he said. “You aren’t the focus of his anger. His own self-righteousness is.”

“But he doesn’t know that yet. And until then, I have to be. I want to be an adult. To make my own decisions and be seen as an equal. That means I can’t run from stuff like this. I know what’s happening, I know how my father will react, and I have to protect my brothers from it. They have supported me and my needs for years. What would it look like if I wasn’t there to provide this for them?”

“I’m worried about you. That’s all,” he said.

“I’ll be okay. The next time I can get out to see you, I’ll come over. I promise.”

“Will you at least let me make you breakfast?”

“Oh, I wasn’t going anywhere before food. I need sustenance after last night.”

The grin that peeled across his face was positively devious.

“One big breakfast coming up,” he said.

We rolled ourselves from bed and I made my way to the bathroom to clean up. I took a shower, allowing the hot water to flood the room and permeate my skin. I washed our crusted adventures from my thighs, feeling a twinge of disappointment. I enjoyed being marked by him. I enjoyed evidence of his body on mine. I washed my hair with a bit of his shampoo and conditioned it well, then I dried myself off as the smells of breakfast wafted around my head.

My stomach growled at the scents. Bacon and ham, eggs with cheese and buttered toast. I smelled jams and peanut butter, coffee was brewing and orange juice was fluttering above it all. I quickly pulled my clothes on and strode for the kitchen, gawking at the sight of the massive breakfast Travis had cooked for us.

For me.

“Hope you’re hungry,” he said.

His back was bare to me, flexing with his movements at the stove as I licked my lips

“Oh yes,” I said. “Very hungry.”

“Then sit. I’ve got some vegetables I’m frying up to add to the eggs, then I’ll grab the pot of coffee.”

“Want me to do anything?” I asked.

“Yes. I want you to sit and enjoy yourself.”

The two of us sat down at the table and began

to eat. I tried to make conversation with him, but every time I took a bite of food I moaned. It cut off every sentence I tried to make as the grin on Travis’ face grew, and soon I gave up conversation altogether in favor of eating.

“I take it everything’s good?” he asked.

“Hell yeah, it is,” I said.

“What’s your favorite?”

“Those vegetables in the eggs, for sure.”

“Next time, I’ll make us some homemade pancakes. I can do chocolate chips in them, or blueberries, or swirl it with cinnamon and top it with cinnamon roll icing.”

“Keep talking like that and I won’t go,” I said.

“Keep threatening that and I’ll keep talking,” he said.

My eyes panned up towards him as I took a bite of my toast. His beautiful gaze was locked onto mine, reflecting the sunrise streaming through the cabin windows. His chest was strong and luscious. Glistening in the light of the morning sun as his forearms perched on the table. If I concentrated hard enough, I could still smell him. I could smell his skin and feel his lips against my neck. Goosebumps rose up on my arms as I remembered the swell of his chest against mine. The way his hips locked perfectly between my legs. The way his lips wrapped around my nipples and the way his beard tickled the insides of my thighs.

I shook myself from my trance and took another bite of my eggs.

“I need this recipe,” I said.