The Glass Slipper (Cinderella 3)

“Mommy!”

Ash snorts out a laugh. “That’s right! Love you too, baby girl!”

Noelle grins at me and I give her the stupid gummy bear.

“Who else?” I urge, brows lifted.

“Uncle Peewee!”

Not Daddy. Her uncle Perry. Fucking wonderful.

“Who else?” I growl, playfully tugging at her pigtail.

She wriggles and her eyes get wide. “Gwamma!”

“Give up,” Ash says, giggling. “She can go all day. I bet she loves all the seagulls more than you too.”

“Seaguhs!”

“Thanks for that, brat.” I glower at Ash. “You’ll pay for that later.”

When the kids are sleeping and the nanny takes over for the night, I’ll tie Ash to the bed and spank her round ass. Knock her up again while I’m at it too. She said Tuck was the last one, but we both know she’ll give me as many babies as I want. And I’m a greedy man.

Noelle’s tiny hands grab on to my hair, yanking me to her.

“No-No wuvs Daddy!”

I kiss her now-sticky face. “That’s right. Daddy loves you too, No-No. And Lane and Tuck and Mommy.”

“And gummy beaws!”

“Those too.”

We spend the next half hour playing in the sand and waves. The kids’ laughter is better than anything on this earth I’ve decided. Better than my new Lambo. A million times better than the swanky private jet Halcyon purchased last year. Way better than the house we’re having built that rivals Mother’s compound. Their laughter is worth more to me than any sum of money or any material thing I can dream up. Their laughter is priceless.

“Look, Tuck,” Ash says from beside me, a soft smile on her face. “Daddy has hearts in his eyes again.”

I skim my gaze from my fussy baby boy to my hyperactive little girl to my serious son. And then I find my stare on my wife’s perfect plump lips that’ll be swallowing my dick later.

“Yeah, Cinderelliott, I guess I do.”

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