All Chapters of Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Chapter 201 - Chapter 208

The front door clicked shut and the quiet settled over us like a blanket. Cain carried the car seat with both hands like it might shatter if he breathed wrong. I followed slowly, every step pulling at the stitches and the deep ache low in my belly. Our daughter slept through it all, tiny chest rising and falling under the soft blanket.I stopped in the hallway, staring at the nursery door we’d painted together months ago. The reality crashed into me all at once. She was home. No more hospital monitors. No nurses coming in every few hours. Just us.Cain set the car seat down carefully on the living room rug and straightened up. His eyes found mine immediately. “You good?”I nodded but my hands wouldn’t stop twisting together. “It feels different. Being here with her. Like the whole house is holding its breath.”He crossed the space between us and pulled me gently against his chest. One big hand rubbed slow circles on my lower back, careful to avoid the sore spots. “It’s a lot. You just

CIARA'S POVThe crying started again at 4:12 a.m. I was already half awake, breasts throbbing, when the monitor lit up. This time I didn’t wait for Cain. I dragged myself out of bed, wincing as my core protested every step. Six weeks postpartum and my body still felt like it belonged to someone else.By the time I reached the nursery, our daughter was red-faced and furious. I scooped her up, murmuring nonsense against her soft hair. “Hey, little one. Mama’s here. Shh.”She quieted a little against my chest but started rooting immediately. I sank into the rocking chair and got her latched. The pull was still sore, but the relief of her eating settled something deep in me. Cain appeared in the doorway a minute later, hair sticking up, eyes bleary.“You should’ve woken me,” he said, voice rough.“I’m up. You had the last two.” I rocked slowly, watching her tiny fist knead my shirt. “Besides, you have that meeting in the morning.”He crossed the room and knelt beside us like he always did

Ciara's POVAlice showed up right at six with a bottle of wine and that nervous smile she got when she was trying too hard. I hugged her at the door longer than usual. She smelled like hospital soap and the same perfume she’d worn since college.“You look good,” she said, pulling back to study me. “Really good. Motherhood suits you.”I laughed but it came out shaky. “Come in before the baby wakes up and proves me wrong.”Cain was in the kitchen finishing the pasta. He wiped his hands on a towel and greeted Alice with a nod. “Good to see you. Wine’s on the table.”Dinner started normal enough. Forks clinking. Alice asking about the baby’s sleep schedule. Cain giving short answers while his hand rested on my thigh under the table. But every time Alice looked at me, really looked, I felt the old stuff rising up.“So,” she said halfway through her second glass. “You seem... settled. Happier than I’ve seen you in years.”I pushed pasta around my plate. “It’s been a process.”“Yeah.” She he

Ciara’s POV The ballroom sparkled under massive chandeliers. Crystal glasses clinked. Soft music floated above conversations. This was our first big public event as a married couple since the baby arrived. Cameras had flashed outside. Questions about our “whirlwind” marriage and new daughter. We smiled through it all like we had practiced.But under my long gown, I wore nothing underneath. Just like Cain had ordered in the car.“You’re tense,” he murmured as we took our seats at the head table. His hand settled on my thigh under the heavy tablecloth.“People keep staring,” I whispered. “Like they’re waiting for us to slip up.”His fingers traced higher. “Let them stare. They don’t get what we have.”Dinner began. Speeches droned on. Course after course arrived. Under the table, Cain’s hand slid between my legs. I parted them slightly. His fingers found me already wet. He pushed two inside without warning.I gripped my knife tighter, forcing a polite smile at the woman across from us.