155 If these walls could talk

It took another month and a half after we gave our statements to the police to take care of Marcus Wade. The district attorney's office were able to be granted subpoenas to search his office and residence for more evidence of his stalking us. That is when they found out he was also guilty of tax evasion, fraud and some small time drug dealing. He had enough of the date rape drugs that the district attorney wanted to go and strangle Marcus himself. Apparently his cousin had fallen victim to someone using the drug on her. This information was according to officer Barlow when we were called to look at the evidence they had found at Marcus's place. 

With all the evidence gathered we were able to get him on stalking, harassment, assault on a pregnant woman, tax evasion, fraud, and possession of a controlled substance with intent to sell. The judge had not been lenient with him at all, sentencing him to 120 years life in federal prison along with over sixty thousand dollars in fines and other fees, plus he ordered that the executor of his estate was to pay us for damages in the amount of four hundred thousand dollars.

The look of absolute disbelief, outrage, and horror that enveloped Marcus's face gave me the biggest dose of satisfaction ever from karma doing it's thing. He fought the officers as they dragged him away, cursing and threatening us, his lawyer, the officers, and the judge. It was hard not to laugh just to be spiteful as he was dragged out. Spite quickly turned to disgust though, as he was tased and he ended up soiling himself. 

After the trial, our items that had been stolen from our home were returned to us. There were items that belonged to Sarina, items that belonged to me and my brother as well . Things we didn't even know were missing. The bastard had been getting into the house when we were not there and taking things. Even though he was not going to be getting out the fact that someone had easily broken in and we never knew, had us agreeing it was time to move. 

We bought the house that reminded Sarina of a fairytale home, in Preston Hollow. We had everything moved in and had the babies nursery painted and decorated. She had the walls painted to look like a scene from a fairytale, with a little stone cottage peeking out from behind ivy and flowers, surrounded by the forest with a little creek with a stone bridge over it. Hidden in the trees and flowers were storybook characters, fantasy creatures and regular animals like foxes and deer and rabbits. It was amazing. 

At thirty three weeks, Sarina went into labor at eight forty seven at night on a Saturday after we were having sex. She was in labor for six hours until at three fourteen in the early morning hours, she gave birth to our little sonogram hog, Eliana Lirael. At three twenty-nine, Vincent David came into this world. I will never forget the first moment that I got to hear their little cries and then when I got to hold my children in my arms. Nor the moment when Sarina, tired, worn out, but determined to hold her babies reached out her arms for them. That look of awe as she gazed down at them both as they started to fuss made her start crying. Then the surprise on her face when she was able to have them latch on to feed for the first time.

Those moments were perfect, beautiful, and made me only swell with all the pride and love that could ever be. In other words, I cried right with her and did not care one bit.  This was my love, my wife, my children, my family and I knew once again, that everything we had been through was worth it. I would do everything in my power to love, support, provide for, cherish and protect them with every fiber of my being. 

"I love you, Sarina. Thank you." I whispered into her tousled hair as I laid a soft kiss to her head. She only turned tear filled eyes up to me and smiled, too emotional to respond, but I understood. There really were no words we could use to express the amount of love and wonder we felt in those moments.

We brought the twins home a few days later and even though we were both sleep deprived and smelled like babies and questionable baby fluids, we were able to laugh and smile about it. Most of the time. In the first two months since the twins came home, Vincent has tinkled, grunted, exploded out the sides of his diaper on me and made sure I never forget to use a blanket to hold him again. Eliana the sonogram hog has turned into a camera hog, already smiling for us and anyone else who wants to take pictures. Alyssa brings her twins over and I can hardly believe they are already one going on two soon. The same could be said of Richard when Lance and Lirael come over. However, we're grateful that little Richard has calmed down a bit and is not as fussy as we thought he was going to be. He still loves to get into trouble though and has learned to climb out of his crib.

When the twins were six months old, we decided to have a get together at our new place, inviting all of our friends, old and new. Big daddy and Aman chased the older twins and Richard around while Tori and John sat with the our twins on a giant blanket while they did tummy time. Sarina and the girls newest friend Melita came alone but was joined later by her boyfriend. 

Simon and Scott were a riot making faces at the twins while Dass and Amanda sat lovingly with each other just watching all of us. Lance and Lirael disappeared for about an hour and when they rejoined us, we all oohed and laughed as Lirael shrugged with a light blush. We all knew they left to go have sex, using the excuse to run to the store for another bottle of wine. They didn't come back with a bottle of wine, just satisfied smiles.

Now that everyone is gone, we're cleaning up dishes and putting stuff away as the twins are sleeping soundly in their nursery. Sarina is still in her blue sundress, looking beautiful as ever. Those thick hips and great ass teasing me as she bends over to take dishes out of the dishwasher. I can't stop myself as I wrap my arms around her waist from behind and start kissing up from the nape of her neck to her ear lobe. Her loud sigh and the way she melts into my arms tells me all I need to know.

I run a hand up to gently massage her tender breasts, making her groan loudly as my other hand slides down bunching the material of her dress up so I can slip it between her thighs.

"Oh really? No panties?" I chuckle in surprise. I love how she can do little things like that. 

She sighs as I gently run a finger through her wet slit, "I've been wanting you all day, they were drenched so I took them off."

"Oh fuck baby..." I groan out, "If I had known earlier I could have helped you sooner." I turn her around and kiss her, giving her a long, slow kiss, trying to pour all my desire into it for her. 

When I release her lips from my kiss, she pants but shies from my gaze, "I know. I couldn't though. I'm just not as sexy since I had the twins."

This gives me pause making me look at her in confusion. What in the hell is she talking about? I swoop her up in my arms and carry her to our bedroom.

"I didn't finish putting the dishes away!" She exclaims.

"Fuck the dishes. I'm taking care of you first." I growl possessively. She giggles and blushes but lets me take her to the bedroom. I place her on the bed and immediately start pulling her dress off.

"Brian.." She starts to cover herself with her hands. 

I grab her hands, "No. I want to see you. I want you to see what this body does to me." I tell her, before pulling my shirt off and dropping my pants, my hard cock standing proudly and aching for her.

"You see how hard I am?" I say grabbing my cock and begin to stroke it for her. "This is hard for you. For your thick thighs, swollen breasts, and every inch of your beautiful, sexy body." I drop to my knees in front of her, pulling her legs to rest over my shoulders, cradling my head between her thighs.

I kiss my way up, letting her breath grow shallow and rapid in anticipation as I inch my way to her pussy. I lick up her slit, pausing over her clit before circling it, keeping eye contact with her as her mouth drops open and she begins to moan.

I lap and suck her into a smothering orgasm before I stand and move her up farther on to the bed. I climb over her body and kissing a trail up her thighs, over every stretchmark that is proof that she sacrificed a part of her to carry the two lives that are now our children.

"There is nothing sexier than your body." I tell her, "You have given us two beautiful children with this body. You love me with this body." I lay more kisses on her skin, trailing up to her full breasts, gently swirling my tongue over her tender nipples.  "I love this body. I love you, Sarina." I cover her body with mine, kissing my way up her neck, "And just so you never forget, I will show you every day of our lives, just how beautiful and sexy you are." 

She wraps her arms around my neck as I enter her, muffling her moan with my kiss, as I slide myself home, with her. Where home will always be, with her, because she is my home, my strength, my heart, my everything. 

We are going to fill this home with our love, our children, our happiness, so one day when we are older if we are ever asked if our life was happy, we could honestly say with smiles on our faces...

If these walls could talk...

A/N: To my readers who've stuck it out with me to the end... Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I appreciated every single comment, word of encouragement, and support for Brian and Sarina's story. This story had so much written straight from my heart, so I loved seeing I could make you laugh, cry, get frustrated and fall in love with these two. So once again, Thank you.

~Mara~