Beast, Part Two (The Church #5)

Baby Names

chapter Thirty

Brooklyn

I place a hand over my belly. The boys are active this morning. They’ve been that way a lot lately. I just turned eight months; they are probably running out of room.

I take the last tray of the muffins Malia made out of the oven. I love that woman, but I swear living with her is going to have my damn back so wide I won’t be able to fit in the doorway.

Summer walks into the kitchen carrying a playful Charlie.

“Is that auntie’s baby?” I coo at my nephew.

“It sure is. I heard him yapping in the room, so I went in and grabbed him.”

Without a word being said amongst us, Malia, Summer, Ari, and I have all taken turns to help out with Charlie. My mom has been a godsend as well, but she’s been back and forth with DOE a lot more lately. Since they are helping us track down Corbyn’s homes, she’s been at their headquarters helping out. I was glad she was able to make it to my gender reveal four days ago.

I know Albany loves her baby and doesn’t mind spending as much time as she can with him, but with Priest gone, we try to lighten her load as much as we can.

“How was she this morning?” I ask.

Summer looks up at me before placing Charlie in his highchair. “She seemed fine, but...”

She doesn’t have to finish that statement. Since the day of Priest’s funeral, Albany has been like a robot. She’s up every day ready to guide the guys on their next task and to track down Corbyn’s crazy ass kids, but she definitely isn’t herself. She puts on this face as if it’s all business, but I can see all the pain she’s hiding. We know she’s hurting. If Walker died, I’d be completely inconsolable and useless. My sister loved Priest. She’s loved him a lot longer than I’ve even known Walker.

Honestly, they are all still hurting. They’re being strong, working together, and staying on task, but they are all in pain. Poor Summer has been a lifesaver, distracting everyone, but the distraction is only short-lived. They need time and they need to deal with their feelings.

I take two muffins out of the tray and place them on the plate, along with some fresh fruit and bacon.

“I’m going to go check on her. Do you need any help with Charlie?”

“No. I’m good. Go on,” Summer says as she tickles Charlie and makes him laugh.

Taking the plate of food, I make my way upstairs to my sister’s room. I knock before opening the door.

“I got breakfast,” I sing.

Scanning the room, I don’t spot her, but a sound coming from the closet has me heading in that direction. I place the plate down on the foot of the bed before walking into the closet. I pause at the door when I spot my sister sitting on the floor wrapped in one of Priest’s shirts, silently sobbing.

I rush over to her, getting on my knees, I pull her into my arms.

“It’s okay, I got you.” I say stroking her hair.

“Why, Brook?” She cries. “Why did he have to leave us?”

I won’t lie as if Priest was my favorite person in the world, but he had grown on me. And I know his impact on his family. He was their rock. But more importantly, he was the love of my sister’s life. I know I may have given him a hard time before, but I know for a fact he loved Albany.

“I don’t know why these things happen, sis. And I wish I could take your pain away.”

I rock her in my arms as she cries. I don’t know for sure how long we remained that way. Eventually, the sobs turned into whimpers before they became nothing but sniffles.

Albany sits up, wiping her face and nose with her hand. I remain seated beside her.

“Sorry about that,” she says.

“Don’t apologize,” I say wiping her cheek. “You were due for a good cry. You’ve been so strong lately.”

She chuckles and shakes her head. “Is that what it looks like? I’ve been a wreck. At least twice a day I have a breakdown in this closet. Every time I see his suits hanging here, it just…..” She never finishes her statement.

I look around the large walk-in closet. So many black suits and white crisp shirts.

“Did the man own any other clothes outside of suits? He dressed like a mortician.”

Albany snorts before laughing. I relish in her laughter. It’s been so absent since the day Priest was announced dead that it sounds like a gift from heaven.

“I loved him in suits,” she says.

“Of course you did. It fit your old man fetish.”

She chuckles again before sobering. “I don’t think I’ll ever love again.” She places her head on my shoulder. “No one will ever compare to him.”

“If this is about to turn into a conversation about how good his dick is, I’m going to leave your ass in this closet.”

Once again, she bursts into laughter.

“I’m serious, Brook. That man was everything to me. He knew me better than I knew myself. He loved harder than anyone I know. He gave so much of himself to those he considered his family. There will never be another man like him.”

In that, she and I agreed. Although I’ve only known him for a short period, I can tell by the men he raised and the way they mourn him that he was a great person. Priest will truly be missed.

Rubbing a hand over my belly, I say, “I haven’t told Walker yet, but I’m naming my twin Nathaniel.”

Walker and I decided we would both get to name the boys. He got to name the first one, which is going to be a junior. If his twin had been a girl, he was going to name her Red. Not my favorite name, but I wasn’t going to argue. I’d been indecisive about what to name my twin. I never could come up with a girl’s name. However, after Priest passed, the decision became easy for a boy.

She lifts her head from my shoulder and looks at me with wide eyes. A tear slips down her cheek. She quickly wipes it away.

“Thank you.”

I wrap my arms around her one more time for a hug before letting her go.

“I do have one concern. It’s been on my mind for a while,” I say. Her brows dip together as she stares at me. “Are the twins going to call you Auntie or Grandma?”

Once again, she laughs as she playfully shoves my shoulder. “Shut up, Brook.” She sobers as she wipes her face. “Ugh, enough crying for now. We still have some more of Corbyn’s spawns to track down.” Albany stands and then reaches out to help me up as well.

Getting to my feet, I follow her out of the closet. I give her the breakfast I’d brought to her and leave her to finish getting dressed.

After checking on Summer and Charlie in the kitchen, I head back to my room with Walker. I walk in to find him sitting on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. He doesn’t look up, but I know he heard me walk in. The man has damn near bionic ears.

“You haven’t seen me since last night and you don’t even look up when your whale of a wife walks in?” I joke.

Walker lifts his head and smiles at me. “My wife is no whale.”

I scoff as I stand between his legs causing him to lean back to accommodate my belly.

“You only say that because you know I won’t suck your dick if you didn’t.”

His shoulders shake with his laughter. He places both his hands on my round belly. He then pushes my shirt up so that he can kiss his boys.

One of the twins’ rolls, causing my stomach to shift. Walker smiles.

“Does it look as weird as it feels?” he asks rubbing over the area.

“Yes. Yes, it does. It looks like someone trapped a cat in a bag and the cat is fighting to get out.”

He chuckles a little before sobering. “Every day he would describe your pregnancy to me.”

“What?”

“Priest,” he explains. “I mentioned once that I was going to miss things. I told him I hoped that our kids wouldn’t inherit my condition, and that I wouldn’t even be able to witness your pregnancy or how our babies looked. So, every day he described how your body and face changed.”

There is a lot to unpack in this statement. First, to know that Priest took the time to describe my pregnancy to Walker was so thoughtful. No wonder he would often ask me how I was feeling that day. The second part of his statement is what I decided to comment on.

“When were you going to tell me about your fears?”

He looks up into my face, his head tilting to the side.

“Are you afraid of the boys having my condition?”

I turn away from him, heading out the room. He leaps up from the bed and grabs my arm turning me back to him. There is significant enough light in the room to make out my shape, but he won’t be able to see my features. However, the way he is looking down at me makes me believe he can see me.

“You’re angry?”

“Damn right I am,” I grit out. “How dare you ask me some shit like that. You think I’m that shallow and self-absorbed that I would care if my kids end up with the same condition of the man I decided to procreate with? Who do you think I am?”

He shakes his head and steps back. “I’m sorry, Brook. It’s just, my parents—”

Holding up a hand, I stop whatever he was about to say about his deadbeat parents. “I’m not your mother, Walker. I won’t run from my child or my responsibilities just because my kids aren’t deemed normal by society. I don’t care if they are deaf, blind, mute, or have two personalities.”

Being in this house these five months has shown me what true love and family look like. Walker and his brothers are a collection of characters. Some, a little quirkier than the others, but they are my family. Even Many’s weird ass.

He laughs. “Priest said the same thing.”

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I hug him as best I can with my stomach.

“He was a good man,” I reply.

“That he was.”

“Which is why I’m naming baby two Nathaniel Priest Walker.”

He grabs my shoulder and leans me away from him, looking down into my face.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course I am,” I laugh. “He may have been an asshole sometimes, but he helped raise the man that I love. And I think that should be honored.”

He shuts his eyes and sighs. “I love you, Brook.”

“I love you too.”

He bends down, pressing his lips to mine. He cups my face as he slips his tongue into my mouth. I moan at the intrusion. Being pregnant has sent my sex drive into overdrive. I think I’ve had more sex since I’ve been pregnant than I’ve had my entire life.

Walker reaches for the end of my shirt and lifts it over my head. We break our kiss just long enough to pull the shirt off. He tosses it somewhere behind me before going back to kissing me.

He walks backwards, taking me with him. He spins us at the last minute. The back of my legs hit the side of the bed. Getting to his knees in front of me, he tugs at my yoga pants, pulling them down along with my underwear. Once he works them down to my feet, he lifts my legs, helping me step out of them. He’s face to face with my belly.

He drops a soft kiss on my navel before helping me sit down on the side of the bed. Keeping his eyes on me, he lifts one of my legs and places it on the bed, opening me up for him.

“Walker,” I moan as he slips two fingers inside my core and strokes them in and out of me.

I should be embarrassed at how wet I am, but I’m too horny to care. He buries his face into my center, his tongue swirling around my nub like an expert while his fingers continue to drive me crazy.

I toss my head back as I place my hand on his head. “Yes, baby,” I cry as he slurps up my wetness. My hips roll as he brings me closer and closer to my release.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please don’t stop.” I shut my eyes so tight, spots appear behind my eyelids. My orgasm is fast approaching. I swirl my hips even more.

“Give me what I want, Brook,” he demands before sucking my clit into his mouth.

As he knew I would, I erupted. I scream his name as my body convulses. He drinks me down without wasting a drop. He cleans me up so good, I spiral into another orgasm. This one has me pushing his head away because of how sensitive I am.

He stands up from the floor, wiping his face clean of my essence. His shorts bulge in the front. I reach for the waistband, wanting to taste him. There is nothing like his flavor. He knocks my hand away.

“You know what I want,” He groans. “Slide back and lie on your side.”

I oblige, scooting back into the center of the bed and turning onto my side. He takes off his bottoms and steps out of them. He tugs at his dick, causing a bead of precum to drip from his slit. My mouth waters to taste it. However, for some reason, Walker refuses to let me suck him off now that I’m pregnant.

He places one knee on the bed and slowly climbs up to join me. Since I’m so heavily pregnant, we have very limited positions we can do. This one happens to be both of our favorites. Walker lays behind me. Grabbing his length, he puts it to my center. I lift my leg higher. He runs the head of his cock through my wetness before slowly pushing into me. I gasp at the intrusion.

“Shit, you feel so damn good, Brook.”

He hikes one arm under my thigh, lifting my leg higher. He pushes into me, hitting a spot deep. I cry out as I claw at the sheets.

“Fuck, you’re deep,” I complain.

He ignores my words, pushing my leg even higher until my knee is by his ear. He pulls out to the tip and then pushes back in.

I scream. He uses his free arm to slip under my head. He grabs my neck and turns my face to his before pressing his lips to mine. His tongue snakes its way into my mouth, swallowing my cry. He makes love to my mouth as he fucks my pussy. His hips move faster, his balls smacking my ass sounding like an applause. He breaks the kiss to place his forehead to mine.

“You are my world, Mrs. Walker,” he whispers the words across my sweat slicked skin.

Leaning back, I look into his eyes and say, “I fucking better be.”

He chuckles before going back to kissing me. He lets go of my leg and slips his hands down between our bodies. His fingers dance against my hardened nub.

I moan as I break away from the kiss. I look down toward my center, hating that I can’t see over my baby bump.

“You’re close,” Walker growls. “I can feel your pussy pulsing around me. Are you ready to cum, Brook?”

“Yessss,” I moan. “Fuck yes.”

He speeds up his strokes and pinches my clit between his fingers. I cross my eyes as I come so hard it feels like my soul lifts out of my body and then plummets back to earth. All sound fades around me for a split second. By the time it comes back, Walker lets out a loud hissing sound as he releases inside me. His hips never stop moving as he fucks me through his orgasm.

When he finally finishes, he’s breathing hard. We’re both covered in sweat.

“Are you alright?” he asks, rubbing my belly.

I don’t have the energy to muster up words. I simply nod my head. He can feel the movement against his arm.

He places a kiss on the back of my head before getting up from the bed.

“Come on,” he says, holding out his hand. “Let’s go shower.”

I want to argue. The only thing I want to do is sleep right now. But I know I need to wash this sex off first. Walker pulls me up from the bed and helps me into the bathroom.

We have round two before finally washing off.