Malice's Soul by E.C. Land (urban books to read .TXT) 📕

sweetness in the nurse that I normally would have taken advantage of. But for the last eight months, I haven’t tasted a damned thing or felt anything against my cock except my hand.

“Oh um, they’ve just wheeled her back for surgery,” the other nurse says sympathetically.

“Was she okay? I want to see her,” I growl, clenching my teeth.

“I’ll have to ask her doctor, but why don’t you come on back. If anything, they might let you sit in the view room while they work on delivering your children,” the second nurse says gently while the other one kind of gets a sneer on her face.

“Yeah, that would be good,” I mutter and follow the woman. Thank fuck. I notice the ring on her finger. This would be why she didn’t try to hit on me like the other nurse did.

Moments later, I find myself suited up in hospital scrubs and being led into the room they have Willow situated in to begin the procedure.

“You must be dad. Go ahead and sit by Willow’s head,” the doctor says without any other remark and goes back to work.

Long moments pass that feel like a haze of movement as I sit next to my woman and see her for the first time since I’d left her months ago. Her face is paler than I’ve ever seen it.

Fuck.

I missed the hell out of her.

“Alright, baby A is coming out.” My thoughts are broken through when the doctor announces he’s pulling the first kid from Willow’s body. Seconds later, a cry fills the room.

My heart beats rapidly as this happens two more times when the doctor calls out about babies B and C. The babies’ cries are the only thing that seems to ground me right now. As I glance around the room, I keep my eyes on the nurses who are caring for them.

I’ve heard too many horror stories of things that my brothers up at the national charter went through with their kids being taken.

Fuck, this shit just got far more real than I realized.

No one is going to touch my fuckin’ kids. No one.

I’ll gut them before they get the chance. And I’ll slit the throat of anyone who tries to cause harm to their mother.

“Would you like to hold one of your children?” a nurse asks through her mask, holding out a small bundle that’s no bigger than the size of my palm to me.

I find myself unable to speak and nod in response, holding my hands out for the little baby.

Swallowing, I look down at the little blue hat and smile.

A boy.

I then look to the other two that are being held close enough for me to see them all.

Another boy and a girl.

Shit.

Two boys and a girl.

Smiling, I make a vow right here and now. They will always be protected.

I might have feared my family trying to take them but now seeing them, seeing what Willow and I created, fills me with a need to do whatever it takes to protect them. They’re my family now and if anyone comes after them blood or not, I’ll end them.

These three and Willow are all that matters now. Only thing I have to do now is prove to Willow I’m not gonna fuck things up between us again. She’s mine and I’m not walking away this time. Nor will I let her try to leave me.

I left my soul with her and now it’s time for me to finally claim hers as mine as well.

That’s how it works, right?

When two people are supposed to be together, their souls belong to each other.

If that’s the case, mine’s always belonged to her. And now I have her and these three babies to hold onto and protect.

Chapter Six

Willow

Groaning with pain, I place a hand on my stomach, only to open my eyes in surprise when another hand touches mine.

“Easy, Dewdrop,” Malice says gently.

Oh my God.

He’s here.

My stomach feels flatter.

What happened?

Opening my eyes, I tilt my head to the side in order to see him better. It’s been months since I’ve seen him and yet in all this time, he still looks beautiful to me. I thought I’d be able to harden my heart to him, but that’s not the case. Not when it comes to him.

He holds my very being in his hands and seeing him now makes my heart flutter in my chest as it’s never done before.

“What happened?” I ask, quietly glancing around the hospital room. “Where are they?” Please tell me they’re okay.

They have to be okay. I didn’t know what I was having. I didn’t want to know when I found out it was three babies. It didn’t feel right to know something so special without Malice.

“Babies A, B, and C are down in the nursery being looked over right now under the heavy eyes of my brothers through the windows as they watch over them,” he says calmly. His fingers gently stroking the back of mine.

“I want to see them. I want to know what we had. I never found out what I was having. Well, besides there being three of them,” I stammer.

“Shh, Willow. You’ll see them. The nurses know to bring them back the moment they’re done doing what they need. Before I tell you what we have, why don’t you tell me what names you were planning for if it were both boys and girls.” Malice shocks me with how gentle he’s being.

“Um, I, um for boys, I thought about Marshall, Gavin, and Gates. For girls’ names, I, um, I wanted Arwen, Gemini, and Basilee,” I murmur, hoping he doesn’t hate the names I’ve picked.

Malice seems to contemplate each name and nods his head.

“How about Gavin, Gates, and Gemini? Since we have two boys and a girl, keep them with the G names.” Tears well in my eyes at his suggestion as he tells me what we have.

“Yes.” I nod, loving the idea.

“Good. Now how are you feeling? I don’t want you