Dalton stood in the kitchen in awe as he watched Victoria play with Janelle's girls, and couldn't see how she could be so scared to have her own. He saw how the girls liked her, and that was a plus, being her girls never cared for Krista. The longer he watched, and saw how she interacted with them, the more he felt she would in fact be, a good mom.

Victoria was braiding one of the girl's hair, when she felt a pair of eyes watching her, and looked up. Seeing how he was watching her with them, and the smile on his face, made her smile. "I think uncle Dalton wants to join in on the fun." she says, looking at Hailey, Janelle's four-year daughter.

"I'm just watching, you can finish doing Alexis's hair, and whatever else you're doing with them." he chuckled.

"Uncle Dalton, can you paint my nails?" Hailey said smiling, as she walked over to him, handing him a little bottle of pink nail polish. "Alexis is taking a long time."

Dalton picked her up, and carried her over to where Victoria was sitting with Alexis, and sat next to them. "I have no clue how to paint nails." he says to Victoria, then looks at the bottle, opens it, and scrunched up his nose. "Pew, this stuff smells."

She laughed, and smiled. "Better get used to it, because if you want kids of your own, and were to have any daughters, you'll be doing this with them." she winked.

He looked at her, and almost got tongue tied when he responded back to her. "I'm sorry... can you repeat that? I'm not so sure I heard you right."

"You heard me." she giggled. She finished doing Alexis's hair, then showed Dalton how to put the nail polish on their fingernails, insisting that he get it on their nails, and not on their skin.

"Aren't you going to help me?" he asked, when she stood up and walked away.

"Nope, it's time you learn." she says, walking away to grab her make up to put on the girls.

He looked at Alexis, and groaned. "Does your mommy let you do this? You're only six years old."

"She doesn't care, she's put it on us all the time." Alexis smiled.

"Well, all right... but if your mommy gets mad, blame Victoria, this is her doing."

"She ready knows, I asked her earlier if it was OK." she says, shoving him. "Blame me..." she says, giggling. "I wouldn't do anything to get her mad, it only took months to get her to finally talk to me decent, I wouldn't want to screw that up."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her towards him, kissing her on the lips. Causing the girls to cover their eyes, and giggle. "Oops, forgot we have some young eyes in the room." he chuckled, then got quiet as he looked at her. "Thank you."

"For?"

"For this, watching the girls, playing with them, and for your different way of thinking. I know you'll be a good mom someday; you just need to start thinking positive."

"Still scary... carrying them inside you, the risks that come along with it, the delivery, and worrying about them day, and night for months after they're born, hoping SIDS doesn't happen." she says, while putting eye shadow on Hailey.

He stopped painting Alexis's nails, and looked over at Victoria. "Is that why you're scared of having children? Because if it is, you can't be thinking that way."

He was now understanding where she was coming from, and why she was scared having children. It wasn't that she didn't want kids because she didn't like them, she was afraid of losing them. He looked at Alexis, then over to Hailey, wanting to say something, but kept his mouth shut. He knew for any mother it was scary to think about, and each time you put your child down for a nap, you wonder if they're going to wake up, or not.

"I know, I can't think that way, but I do. I've heard horror stories, and have seen it with my own eyes. We've had patients that have gone through all of that, and it scares the shit out of me... I don't want that happening to me."

"I get that, but like I said, you can't look at it that way. It's not something that happens all the time, and it doesn't happen to everyone."

Later that night, after putting the girls to bed, Dalton picked up Victoria, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her over to the couch, laying her down, and laid on top of her, kissing her with urgency. All night he had been wanting to pull her in for a kiss, and couldn't with the girls in the room. "Movie?" he asked, moaning into her mouth.

"Movie, bed, I don't care... as long as I'm in your arms, I don't care what we do." she says, while smiling.

He reached for the remote, and began flipping through the movies, stopping at one of the titles when she pointed. "This one?" he asked, not being too thrilled on the choice.

"Sure, do you not like Pretty Woman?"

"Of course, I like pretty women, look who's lying underneath me, she's not only pretty, she's drop dead gorgeous." he smiled, kissing the tip of her nose.

"I meant the movie." she giggled, turning her head towards the TV. "We can watch something else if you don't want to watch this one."

He shifted his body, laying behind her, and turned the movie on for her to watch. He didn't care what they watched, as long as she was lying there in his arms. "We'll watch this."

Instead of watching the movie, he closed his eyes, and caressed her body. Occasionally, he would squeeze her tighter against him, whenever he thought about what it would be like if he were to make her his wife. He did like the idea, but knew it was too soon to be thinking that way. It only took him years to finally propose to Krista, then wondered if that was where he screwed up. He also felt there was something different about Victoria, a different connection. He saw himself married to her, and with kids. With Krista, he never looked at it that way, until years later when he proposed.

He then thought about how his parents adored her, whereas with Krista, they hated. And the only one who ever got along with her, was Janelle. Not wanting to think about those things anymore, and wanting to give Victoria his full attention, he slid his hand up her shirt, and cupped it over her breast, groaning when he felt her bra blocking his hand. Not being able to fondle her breasts, he decided on a different route, and slid his hand down into her panties, and slid a finger through the gates of heaven, giving it some play time.

Her eyes closed, as he played with her girly bits, and let out a sound of happiness. The wetter she became, the more excited he became, and thrusted a finger into her pool of moisture, pleasuring her, until he knew she was nearing an orgasm, then thrusted a second finger into her, and explored her insides, finding the spot that had her purring louder.

Her body started jerking, and shaking, and a smile crept up his face, happy he got her to relax, orgasm, and to release. He pulled his hand out of her panties, and as she turned her body to face him, he stuck his fingers into his mouth, tasting her. "You taste like cherry pie." he said quietly.

"Let's go to bed, we can continue this in there... the kids are in that room, and they don't need to see, or hear us out here." she whispered, softly pecking her lips against his.

"Fine with me."

He sat up quickly, climbed over her, and reached his hand for hers. He walked her quietly, and quickly to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him, while removing his clothes as fast as he could.

Once she removed her clothes, she jumped into his arms, and kissed him demandingly, while moaning into his mouth. With their lips locked together, he walked her to the bed, laid her down, and began kissing her all over from the top of her head, along down to her glory hole, latching and nibbling onto her swollen button. Her hips raised high the moment his teeth grabbed a hold of her button, and let out a loud moan. Liking how her hips raised, he moved his hands beneath her ass, and held her up, giving him better access to the cherry pie.

The way he stroked his tongue against her sensitive area, had her feeling weak, her head spinning, and her insides on fire. The throbbing below got to the point where she couldn't handle it anymore, and begged him to stop.

He stopped, looked up, and grinned. "What's the matter? Too much for you to handle?"

"I feel like I'm about to pass out." she said out of breath. She was feeling hot, her mouth was watery, and needed a bit of a cool down. He moved up to her mouth, and crashed his lips to hers, giving her a taste of what her cherry pie tasted like, all while trailing his hand down along the side of her body.

He placed his hardened shaft at her opening, and thrusted into her slowly, not wanting to give her any sort of pain by the way he moved inside her. He parted from her lips, and pushed himself up, wanting to look at who he was making love to, then saw the pain in her eyes, each time he thrusted deeper into her.

Wanting to ease the pain, and to give her better comfort, he pulled out, and rolled her over. He had her get on all fours, and went through her warm wetness from behind. "Is that better?" he asked softly, as he leaned into her ear, sending electrifying jolts throughout her body.

"Yes." she moaned, as he slowly thrusted back, and forth. His hand reached around to her rosebud, and massaged it sensually, hoping to excite her without hurting her.

Not wanting to wake the kids, she lowered her face into the pillow, and muffled the sounds of her excitement while she orgasmed, and released her warm fluids all over his throbbing magical wand, that was ready to let out his own magical potion, in which he did.

Laying on his back, he pulled her into his arms, and kissed the top of her head. "I tried to be as careful as I could." he said sincerely.

"It was fine. Just because I'm in pain, I'm not going to let that stop us from having our fun, and our being one time." she says rolling onto her side. She looked at him, smiled, and wrapped her arm around him as she pressed her lips to his. She pulled back, and looked him in the eyes. "You sure know how to make a woman happy, and I do have to say one thing... one woman's loss is another woman's gain, and I'm glad to be the one who gained, and who's in your arms every night."

"Me too..." he says, holding her tighter, and giving her another passionate kiss.

She snuggled as close as she could to him, and caressed her fingertips softly along his chest, thinking. "Earlier, when I walked over to you and Danielle, what were you two talking about? You mentioned to her dates... what was that all about?"

"Christmas party... All the clinics, and hospitals in the area would like to have one big party, and are all trying to figure out what dates would be best for everyone."

"Oh... I guess that is only a couple months away, isn't it?"

"Sooner than we think it is."

******

Janelle stopped by Dalton's to pick up her girls, and was curious to see how everything went. When she walked inside, she got a laugh when she saw Dalton, and Victoria being chased by the girls, and with Alexis jumping onto Dalton's back, trying to tackle him to the ground. "I see everyone is having a little too much fun in here." Janelle says, giggling.

"These girls are insane..." Dalton chuckled, as both girls wrapped their arms, and legs around his legs, wanting him to walk them across the room as they hung on.

"I take it they were good for you two?"

"Of course, why wouldn't they be?" Dalton asked, while looking down at the girls who didn't want to let go. He leaned closer to Janelle, and smiled. "They absolutely adored Victoria, they wouldn't let her out of their site."

"That's good." she says, looking at Victoria. "It's good to know, and to see... maybe, just maybe someday I'll finally be able to get some nieces, or nephews?"

Dalton laughed, smiled, and shook his head, "Not you too..."

"We've talked about it... and we'll see..." Victoria said, as she walked over to Dalton. "We're still newly together, and still getting to know one another. But I will say this, I know he would be a good dad someday."

Janelle agreed, and while Dalton got the girls things together, Victoria talked to her about her fears of having children, asking her questions about pregnancy, delivery, and birth, as well as how the first year of a child's life can be. "It's only natural to worry about those things, but you can't let that take over you. Being pregnant is a beautiful thing, feeling them grow inside you, the kicks, the hiccups, the pushing on the ribs, hearing the heartbeats, and seeing them on the screen, is absolutely beautiful, and exciting. Don't let the delivery scare you, it's nothing... and after they're born you become this instant protector, as any mother should. Every little thing they do, you worry about... you'll laugh, cry, and will be in awe with many things they discover on their own. Watching them learn, and grow is the greatest... trust me... you'll be just fine."

Dalton stood behind listening to his sister talk to Victoria, happy Victoria opened to her about her fears, and happy to hear Janelle tell her what it's like to be a mom, and hoped it'll get her to change her mind. He walked into the room, handing Janelle the girls' bags. "I think I grabbed all their things, if not, I know where to find you." he smiled.

That night, Dalton wanted to take Victoria out, and snuck up behind her as she was grabbing a water out of the fridge, picking her up. "We have a night to ourselves, and we're both off tomorrow... would you like to go out, have a couple drinks, and maybe do a little dancing?"

She got out of his grip, and turned around with a smile. "Sure... it's been a while since I've gone out... and it would be the first time ever that we went out alone..."

"Perfect, I'll set up a ride for us... go get yourself all dolled up." he grinned, as he smacked her on the ass.

As they walked over to the bar, and sat, he looked at her curiously. "Wine?"

She looked at him with a grin, remembering the time he thought she was a cosmopolitan type of girl, and felt like shocking him. Wanting to see what he would do, or say. "Cosmo?" she asked seductively, batting her eyelashes.

He laughed, and pulled her in for a kiss. "You little minx... I thought you said you weren't a cosmos type of girl?"

"You changed my mind." she smiled.

"Seems like I've been able to change your mind on a lot of things." he winked.

"What can I get you two tonight?" the bartender asked as he set coasters in front of them.

"The lady here would like a Cosmo, and I'll take a scotch on the rocks."

"Ewe..." she says, sticking her nose up. "You like scotch?" she asked, shivering from the thought of what it tastes like.

"Ever have it?" he chuckled.

"Yes, and I puked my lungs out." She picked up her drink, and held it out to his glass, clinking it. "I'll just stick to my wine, and these."

He couldn't stop looking at the way she looked, and looked at her full of lust. "By the way, you look absolutely beautiful tonight, and absolutely stunning with your hair twisted up like that. You should wear your hair up more often."

"Really?" she asked surprised. "I used to wear my hair pulled back all the time, and Brayden hated it. The first time wearing it down was, at the dinner you took us all out to."

"You purposely wore it down that night, why?" She started blushing, looked away from, and giggled quietly. He reached for her chin, and turned her face towards him. "For me?" he asked with a smile.

"Maybe..."

"And the way you dressed that night, that was for me too, wasn't it?" he asked, feeling warm inside.

She smiled, and thought back to that night. She may have hated him then, but there was something about him she liked, and wanted to test him. Her plan worked, and saw how he was eyeing her the entire time during dinner. "I plead the fifth."

"I knew it... you little temptress..."

"I saw how you were looking at my breasts that night, it's exactly how you've been looking at them tonight..." she smiled.

He laughed, took a sip of his drink, then turned around when he heard a slow song come being played. He set his drink down, and grabbed a hold of her hand. "Come on, let's go dance."

While dancing, she had her head resting against his chest, and thought about the talk she had with Dalton, as well as Janelle about having kids. The more she thought about it, and what Dalton did for a living, she started relaxing a little, knowing he would never allow anything bad happen to their kids, if they were to ever have any.

He noticed how quiet she was, and looked down. "You're awfully quiet, what are you thinking about?"

She looked up, and stared at him for a moment, then smiled. "I think your dad is right."

"My dad?" he asked looking confused, thinking he's never right about anything. "The only thing he has ever gotten right is, about how beautiful you are."

"And... that we would make good babies."

Hope the chapter was OK, and you enjoyed it!♥️♥️