Turning over in bed, I go to cuddle up to Nathan but find myself cuddling up to my pillow; a sad little thing I've gotten used to in the past, but didn't expect this morning.

"Nath?" I blink my eyes open, finding no one, but a purple sticky note left on his pillow. I lazily grab it and blink a few times before I start to read.

'If you're reading this, no, I haven't abandoned you...'

I stifle a laugh, he knows me too well.

'Stay where you are, I'll be with you very soon. I hope you slept well, gorgeous.'

He may know me well, but clearly not enough to think I'm going to listen when he tells me to stay. I'm too nosey to wait, especially considering I don't know how long ago he left, I could be waiting ages.

With much effort, I get out of bed and put my pyjamas back on, not that I wore them for long last night, and head into my bathroom to pee. I had gotten up three times through the night to do so, the babies are getting bigger and my bladder has become their personal punching bag.

Once I've washed my hands, I slide into my slippers and head downstairs, the smell of breakfast hitting my nostrils, causing my stomach to twist with hunger. He's making breakfast, isn't he?

"Did you not see my note?" Nathan asks before I can even reach the kitchen to sneak up on him; he must have heard me walking down the stairs.

"I did, but I'm disobedient and impatient," I admit, walking over. He's holding a frying pan, wearing only his boxers, completely shirtless, showing off all of his tattoos I've only seen a handful of times.

He turns around with a smile, "I didn't expect anything less to be honest. I'm making you breakfast."

"You didn't have to," I tell him.

"I know," he puts his hands on my hips, bringing me closer to him, "I wanted to."

"Such a gentleman," I muse and he presses a kiss to my lips, short and sweet, "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, it's my pleasure."

"Well, I appreciate it," I tell him with sincerity.

"Did you sleep well?" he asks, taking the scrambled eggs of the heat.

"I did; did you?" I sit down on my stool at the island, only just being able to do so; soon enough I won't with the bump growing.

"Yeah, so much so that I didn't bother waking up for the gym," he brings over two plates of sausage, bacon and scrambled egg and I smile, picking up my fork, "And you know, the company was nice too."

"Yeah, I could get used to it myself."

"So, I haven't scared you off yet?" he chuckles, sitting down next to me and I smile, shaking my head.

"Unfortunately I think you're stuck with me, Fields," I tell him.

"I couldn't be happier about that, Rhodes," he squeezes my thigh.

He makes me happy and continues to prove that I've made the right decision by trusting him and letting him into my life; something I swore I'd never do again.

He isn't like my parents or ex-boyfriends, he's simply Nathan and all I've ever needed. He's an incredible father and a wonderful partner and though I know we are going to have our arguments, he's mature, he won't throw things back in my face to one-up himself. I know it's a risk to my heart, but I'm willing to risk it all even if I only have him momentarily.

Pushing my heavy thoughts away, I take a bite of my food before the babies think I'm starving them, and I have to hold back a moan; I've never appreciated food more than I have done in the last month, it's just so good.

"So, you've never told me about your tattoos," I point out; it's not something we've spoken about before. I have one, a rose at the bottom of my back that I got in college, which doesn't need much of any explanation. His arms are covered however, he's got some big designs, but the rest are patchwork that I'm sure have plenty of backstory behind it.

"You never asked," he shrugs, "But ask away, I'm an open book."

"Okay, have you got any for your girls?" his arms are covered, but I can't pinpoint any that look so.

"I do," he smiles, lifting his left arm, and points at his bicep which was hiding them, "E, A and N, with daisies, they were Lucy's favourite flower, so it made sense to have them."

"Oh, I love that," I gush, it's hidden and private, just for him in a way.

"I would add the twins' names to that once we've agreed on their names, but I have another bicep spare, so I may as well make it special like the girls'," he says with a smile, putting his arm back down.

"Do you have any names in mind?" I do, but I want his input as well, of course.

"Are we still living in the world where we have five girls?" he jokes.

"You never know, it could very much happen," I point out.

"Okay, well, if we were to have a boy, I like the names Jasper, Felix and Sawyer," he tells me.

I hum, "I like them, they're really good names and they'd grow with them too."

"Which is important. And for girls, I'm pretty much out of ideas, the only name I have left is Harper."

"Harper fits with the girls' names," I smile, looking at him, "Elise, Addison, Nova and Harper."

"So, she's a contender?" he asks.

"As are the boy's names," I make sure he knows.

"What about your names? What do you like?"

"Well, I've had future baby names all my life that I've loved, but I'm not sure..."

"C'mon, tell me, I'll probably love them too."

"I love the names Sage, Jet, River and Sutton for boys, I know they're a little different-"

"I love them," he cuts me off with a smile, "They're very you, Iris."

"Should I take that as a compliment?"

"What I mean is, I wouldn't expect a name like Emily or Ryan to come out of your mouth. I don't want our babies to have some name that when they go to school, everyone else has that name also," he explains.

"I was the girl with the unusual name in my class and I loved it, so I've always been gratified towards the names that are either unusual or older."

"Exactly, so what are your girl's names?" he asks.

"I like the names Stevie, Scarlett, Ivy, Oakley and Valerie, but I'm not sold on any of them just yet. I think we may have to just name them when we see them and see which fits their little personality," I propose the idea because naming babies we have yet to meet is beyond difficult. I don't want to get it wrong.

"That's a good idea," he agrees, "And for the record, I love all of those names, I didn't expect Scarlett in the mix of them, but I like it."

"That one is kind of an exception, but it's still an older name I guess, it just got popular in the nighties again," I've liked the name Scarlett since I was a child myself and I had called my first doll so.

"We'll come back to it another day, yeah?" he suggests, and I nod.

"When shall we go get the girls?" I change the subject slightly; I've missed them, "Oh, shit! I forgot to tell you, your mom invited us to lunch."

"Don't worry, she also messaged me, I saw it earlier. We can go in an hour or so?" he suggests.

I nod, swallowing my last piece of sausage before I reply, "That's perfect, it gives me enough time to shower and get ready."

"We don't need to rush," he assures me.

"I know, but I want to do my makeup and look presentable, it feels different," I sound insane, I'm sure.

"I promise you, you don't need to worry because my mom isn't going to care; she already thinks we're together," he says casually, but to me, this is brand new information.

"She does? Why?" I ask.

"Something about the way you look at me," he teases and I whine, pushing at his shoulder, "Okay, fine, I said we were together to get her off my back about it."

"Oh," I mutter, looking down at my bump; I am already pregnant, what am I worried about? "That makes me feel better, I guess."

"You can shower in five minutes, but can I have until then with the mother of my kids?" he asks in a way that causes butterflies to erupt in my lower belly.

I hide a smile, "Make your five minutes count."

"Don't tempt me with a good time, sweetheart, I could do a lot in that time. I could bend you over or have your legs open on this island, screaming my name again before the five minutes are even up."

I deadpan, not allowing him the pleasure of knowing how his words affect me, but my pussy throbs at his words, that I can't deny, "You've just used one of those minutes putting only yourself in a state, make sure your shower is cold, Nath."

"So, you're telling me if I moved them shorts to the side, I wouldn't find you soaking," he taunts and I raise my brows, challenging him, "You're a tease, Iris."

"Maybe I am," I shrug, checking my invisible watch, "Tick tock, you have three minutes now."

"No way was that two minutes," he argues and I giggle, standing up with my plate and head over to the sink, "Leave it to soak, I'll wash it."

So I do, heading back over to him, "You have four minutes and no orgasms, we're not doing anything where we all eat."

"Where's the spontaneity?" he pulls me closer.

"It's not so spontaneous when you asked me about it over a minute ago," I point out, wrapping my arms around his torso.

"A hug will do," he kisses the top of my head.

"Still gonna have a cold shower?" I mumble against his chest.

"Who knows? I might jerk myself off to the thought of you instead."

"You're so romantic," I smile up at him.

"Jackpot with me, baby," he kisses my cheek as I laugh, "I'll let you go now, I know you want to get in the shower."

"Kiss me first," I say and so he does, cupping my cheek, kissing me properly. He gently grips my waist with his other hand, pulling me closer and my tongue brushes his as I kiss him back with equal passion. Before we get carried away and it becomes too heated, I pull away, pressing one last kiss against his lips.

"I'll shout up when we have to leave," he says.

"Perfect, thank you," I kiss him once more before I walk away. I don't think I'll ever get enough of him.

There's no telling that if he continued with his taunting behaviour, I would have caved. I wanted to so badly, but the pain in my hips wouldn't be worth it. If I had the time for a bath, I would. Last night has taken it out of me, but fuck, was it worth it.

I've had good sex in my life, amazing sex even, which was so great I thought I wouldn't experience anything like that again. Nothing came close to what Nathan and I shared last night, though. The way it felt to be with him after so long, after working on myself and my issues; it was everything I needed it to be.

The idea of opening my heart to love someone is still terrifying to me; it makes me too vulnerable, but I'm open to being so when it comes to him. I've never received the love I've always given, but with him; I'm open to risking it all; to risk my heart, mind and soul just to be with him because there's no going back now, I'm in too deep.

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A.N

A filler chapter for you, my apologies, but this was something I knew I wanted to include <3

I love them so much. 

Any guesses of the twins' names/genders?