Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 337: Three more Surprises

–Damon–

I watched as my wife and son ate the food I made.

They both raised their thumbs in approval while I sat there, observing them. My wife leaned in and fed me a bite of the sandwich.

It tasted good.

The mango balanced the saltiness perfectly.

"That’s enough, Sky." I wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"More," he insisted, pointing at the deep-fried sweet potatoes.

I gave him one more.

"That’s the last one," I told him firmly, then shifted my gaze to my wife. "Now eat the rest, lady."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes at me—but she obeyed anyway.

She finished everything.

As for my son—he didn’t have a choice but to stop.

I handed him water, and he drank eagerly before letting out a loud burp, grinning up at both of us.

I laughed, patting his head.

After that, I helped him wash up and guided him through brushing his teeth. Once done, I set him down, and he immediately dashed out of the bathroom.

"Mama! Kiss!"

I heard exaggerated kissing sounds.

Peeking out, I saw him showering his mother’s face with kisses.

I brushed my teeth, then locked the bathroom door behind me before heading back.

My wife had already settled him in the middle of the bed.

"He can scoot to the left," I said.

She rolled her eyes again before heading to the bathroom to do her business.

When she returned, she turned off the main lights and walked toward the bed.

I patted the space beside me.

Sky, on the other hand, patted the spot next to him.

"So clingy, are we?" she teased softly as she climbed onto the bed and lay in the middle.

Sky immediately latched onto her.

I lay beside her, turning off the remaining light.

Then—

Footsteps.

Faint. Outside.

I reached for the tablet, checking the cameras.

Tyrona?

In the middle of the night?

Why hasn’t she slept yet?

I watched as she entered Sky’s room through the nanny cam. She carefully lifted her son and carried him out.

Quiet. Calculated.

Well... he is her son.

Perhaps she’s planning to leave.

She brought him to the guest room where she’s currently staying.

"Mama..."

Sky stirred, trying to wedge himself between me and Livana.

I stopped him.

"Skyler, stay on your side," I warned.

He pointed stubbornly, but Livana gently guided him back under the duvet and turned toward him, wrapping him in her arms.

That was enough.

He settled.

I exhaled quietly, irritation simmering beneath the surface.

Sometimes, I want to spank my son for trying to take my wife away from me.

Even if he’s just a child.

Especially because he’s just a child.

I pulled my wife closer instead, pressing a kiss against her shoulder.

My hand slid down—resting over her navel.

Protective. Possessive. Certain.

I have a feeling...

It’s a girl.

Skyler has been far too clingy.

–Jane–

I couldn’t sleep at all. Last night clung to me—heavy, invasive, something that wouldn’t let go. Trauma doesn’t scream; it lingers quietly, sitting in your chest, tightening every breath.

I found myself standing in front of Sky’s room.

Just... standing there.

Still. Silent.

I was grateful there were no knives. No guns within reach. Just the door in front of me and the faint hum of security systems behind the walls.

And Logan.

He stood beside me the entire time. Solid. Present. Real.

"Another round?" he murmured against my back, his lips brushing my skin, grounding me in something physical.

"What am I doing in Sky’s room?" I asked, my voice quieter than I expected.

He paused, understanding immediately.

"You checked the cameras," he said gently. "Made sure they were working. Checked the robot if it’s charged." His hand rested lightly on my arm. "Sky isn’t here, Jane. He’s with Livana."

He was trying to anchor me. Pull me back from wherever my mind had wandered.

"Let’s sleep."

He guided me back to bed, pulling the duvet over our bare bodies, wrapping me in his arms like he could shield me from everything—including myself.

I was tired.

So tired.

But my mind wouldn’t stop moving.

Still... I closed my eyes. Slowly, reluctantly—until sleep finally dragged me under.

And then I was running.

Fast.

Too fast.

Like something was chasing me—something I couldn’t see but could feel breathing down my neck. My chest burned, my legs strained, panic clawing its way up my throat. I tried to wake myself up, forcing my eyes open—

I gasped.

Darkness.

Familiar.

Real.

Arms wrapped tightly around me. Logan’s breathing steady against my back.

Relief hit me so hard it almost hurt.

I turned slowly, carefully, as if any sudden movement would break the moment. Then I scooted down, pressing my face into his chest.

I didn’t run.

Not this time.

"Logan." I tapped his buttcheek under the covers.

"Hmm?"

"I was dreaming of running."

"Yeah," he muttered, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You nearly kicked me."

I lifted my head slightly, catching the smug curve of his lips even with his eyes still closed.

"Why did I even marry you?"

"It was staged," he replied lazily. "And you had no idea you were getting married."

A soft laugh escaped me—unexpected, but real.

I squeezed his buttcheeks again, pressing a small kiss to his chest, lingering there longer than I intended. Then I shifted, straddling him slowly, feeling the warmth of his hands immediately finding my waist.

"I like this," he murmured.

His voice changed—softer, deeper.

I looked down at him.

The way he looked at me—

Not like a weapon.

Not like something dangerous.

But like I was... his.

And that scared me more than anything else.

–Laura–

I truly saw how much fun my sister had trying to scare Tyrona. I hadn’t seen her play like that in so long. Though I knew it wasn’t just play—it was revenge. She wanted to drive them away.

And honestly? It worked. Poor Tyrona went completely paranoid, nearly losing her mind, clutching her son as she rushed off to the guest room.

That was when I went to check on my twins. They were fast asleep, tucked snugly inside the little tents Jane had set up for them. The soft fabric rose and fell with their breathing, peaceful and warm. Jane is going to be an amazing mother—she’s practiced enough to become an expert already.

"Mommy?"

Zayvier suddenly sat up, his sleepy eyes widening when he noticed Sky and Andro weren’t in their tents. He grabbed his pillow tightly.

"It’s okay, baby. You can sleep there," I whispered gently.

"No." He shook his head, stubborn as ever. "Carry." He pointed at Zendaya.

I smiled, soft and amused, and turned off the air conditioner. Carefully, I lifted Zendaya, still deep in her sleep, her tiny body warm against mine. Zayvier followed closely behind me, even opening and closing the door like a little gentleman.

He quickly climbed onto the bed just as Damien stirred awake and took Zendaya from my arms.

"Baby, can you lock the door, please?" I asked.

He nodded, rushing back to do exactly that before climbing into bed again, settling himself right in the middle of the king-sized mattress.

"Good night, Mommy." He pressed a kiss to my forehead, then rubbed my tummy softly. "Good night, babies." Another kiss. "Good night, Zen-Zen." He kissed Zendaya’s head. "Good night, Daddy." A kiss on Damien’s cheek.

"Good night, handsome," Damien murmured, pulling the duvet over them.

I turned toward the center of the bed—and so did he. His eyes were already on me.

"Good night, my love."

I smiled at my husband. God, he’s so damn handsome. Sometimes I still wonder why we didn’t cross that line sooner. All those years of being best friends... partners in crime... both of us holding back.

"I fucking love you," I mouthed.

His grin only widened.

I don’t even remember when sleep claimed me.

But when I woke up, it was already late. The twins were probably downstairs by now.

"Good morning."

I froze.

There he was—my husband—smiling like the morning itself, setting a breakfast tray on the bed. He opened the curtains, and golden sunlight poured into the room, warm and gentle against my skin. He turned off the air conditioner, opened the windows, then the balcony doors.

Fresh air rushed in, light and clean.

He helped me up, guiding me gently to the bathroom. Everything I needed was already prepared. I took care of myself, washed my face with warm water, then cool, letting the freshness wake me fully. Moisturizer. Sunscreen. The quiet little rituals of comfort.

When I stepped out onto the balcony, breakfast was already set.

"How about the twins?" I asked as he pulled out a chair for me.

"They’ve already eaten. They’re playing in the garden now."

"Did Tyrona leave already?"

He nodded. "Yes."

Then his fingers tilted my chin up, that familiar, dangerously domineering look in his eyes. He kissed me—slow, claiming.

And just like that, memory hit me.

The first time. Right here. In my bathroom. His mouth everywhere, relentless, worshipping. I missed that moment—when everything changed, when he took me, when we both gave in after years of holding back.

No.

He didn’t just take me.

We took each other—all night long. Breaking down every wall between us, finally becoming what we were always meant to be.

"Mommy!"

Zendaya’s voice rang out, pulling me back. I looked down to see her waving and bouncing excitedly, dressed in her little shorts and shirt, slippers slapping lightly against the ground. Jane stood beside her, carrying Skyler.

"Hello, baby!" I waved back, smiling brightly.

Then I noticed Logan not too far off, unloading a truck filled with medical equipment.

"What’s going on?" I asked Damien.

"Well, we have another pregnant mother who needs a check-up."

Dr. Green arrived shortly after, along with a medical crew from Livana’s pawns.

"Since they’re here, you should get checked too," Damien said, taking a seat across from me. "You know your sister. She can’t go out right now. Damon probably has her on house arrest." He chuckled.

I smiled faintly. My sister always preferred her comfort zone—the house. It was rare for her to go out unless absolutely necessary.

"What happened to those men who intruded on the property?" I asked, sipping my warm water.

"Let’s not ruin the mood, my love."

Damien had changed. He barely did anything reckless now. He helped manage the underground side of the business, while David and his father handled the legal empire.

After breakfast, I dressed and got ready, then headed down to the room that had been turned into a clinic.

Livana was there, dressed in her usual stepmother disguise. Dr. Green clearly recognized her—but said nothing, maintaining her professionalism.

The ultrasound began.

"Hmm... this is rare," Dr. Green said. "Congratulations on the babies."

"Babies?" I gasped.

"Babies?" Damien echoed as we leaned closer to the monitor.

"There are three distinct blips." She giggled softly. "It’s triplets."

"Triplets?!" Livana shouted in her stepmother voice. "What the fuck, Damon?!"

"Wow..." Damon covered his mouth, looking half stunned, half impressed. "I have a magnificent dick," he blurted.

Livana glared at him.

Damien burst out laughing.

"Did you just beat me with my two pairs of twins?"

And just like that, they were already joking.

Meanwhile, I stood there, still trying to process it all.

Triplets.

I couldn’t believe my sister was carrying three babies... when she already had an overly clingy firstborn.