Alyscia's Fics

Chapter 14 Lucian POV “Shit, Sam.” I groan as she grinds into me. Her shirt is tossed to the floor, and I’m cupping her breasts as we ride out our high. Her head falls to my shoulder and my hands slide down to her hips as our breathing evens out. I’m relieved we’re at my house because I’m so uncomfortable in my pants. “When I marry you, our wedding night is going to be something for the books,” I joke, kissing her neck. She chuckles, prying herself away from me to grab her shirt as I grab clean boxers and head to the bathroom. I’m thankful we’re on the third floor and my brothers are busy with their own things. Damon is with Trisha at a doctor’s appointment and ultrasound, where I guess they’ll be able to see what they’re having. Mike is working, and my younger siblings are outside with Dad enjoying the leaves that have fallen, signaling early October. When I return from the bathroom, Sam is relaxing on her stomach with her homework. “I’m wondering if we should take our st...

Chapter 13 Damon POV I can hear all the kids from the backyard yelling and laughing over the pumping music. It’s our family barbeque, signaling the end of summer. We always have it the weekend after our first week of school. Our entire family invites friends and coworkers along with my aunts and uncles. It's a pretty big deal. The number of people seems to triple every year. I invited Trisha to come; she said she would if she felt up to it. She’s having a rough time with morning sickness, though she complains it’s not right calling it morning sickness when it lasts all fucking day. Her words, not mine. She did text me an hour ago saying she’s coming. I got the special crackers and Sprite that Dad always got Mom during her moments of morning sickness, hoping it’ll help her if she gets sick here. My mom wanders into the house, spotting me pacing by the front door. “Damon, what are you doing?” Rubbing the back of my neck, I answer, “Um, Trisha said she was coming. I wanted ...

Chapter 12 BPOV Our house is in chaos as we head out for the game between the junior and senior teams. This is as big as any rival team game; bragging rights are important, according to our teenage boys. We’re decked out in school colors and the boys’ jersey numbers. Some are wearing Lucian and Mike, and others have Damon. Esme and I are wearing all their numbers on our shirts.  It’s divided in our house now that Damon is the captain of the junior team and Lucian is the captain of the seniors. I hate it because they’re both stars in my eyes. But, in reality, my mind isn’t even in the game, into cheering and being happy that we have this family time. No, it’s on tomorrow night and the unspoken fight between me and Edward. It’s not just the fight; lately, there just seems to be such a disconnect. We had this moment of strength when we agreed to take in Julie, but then it was havoc. It’s been non-stop for me at the center, and he’s been at work constantly; we’re barely able to ...

Chapter 11 EPOV Paper is scattered everywhere as I try to salvage accounts and projects. I knew I should have never taken the afternoon off to stay home. I rely on Angela so much, I never prepared for the moment she would have to take a leave of absence immediately. She had to fly out to be with her mom who had a stroke; it's unclear when or if she’ll be back. I reassured her that everything will be fine and, if she returns, her job will be here. Until then, she’ll still collect a check and keep her insurance. But this leaves me without anyone, and I can’t survive without an assistant. She was everything and more for me. I should have made her COO, considering that when I asked a few department heads to step in, they adamantly declined, asking why Angela didn’t do it. I need to give her more money and pray she comes back. I growl in annoyance, deciding to call my wife and see if she can help me. It takes a few rings before the manly voice I’ve come to despise ove...

Chapter 10  Lucian POV The beginning of school is two weeks away, but we’ve already started football practice three days a week with two of those days being double practices. I love football, but I miss being at the office with Uncle Jasper and Aunt Irina. They keep me distracted more than throwing a ball and running does. A hard smack to my helmet brings me to the present. I look up to find Mike glaring at me. “Dude, I got a date tonight, and if you don’t get it together, the coach will make our practice longer. And I will let Katie kill you.” I grin. “All right, all right, let’s get this over with.” I keep my focus as much as I can during practice, and it seems to help everyone else stay focused. This allows us to get through two more plays and into our coach’s speech on our game against the juniors. The coach drones on, and I can feel someone staring at me. I turn my head enough to see Sam waiting against the fence, watching me with a big smile and giving a small wa...

Chapter 9 Damon POV The nurse’s gaze roams over me as she takes my blood. The tsking and loud sighing tells me everything I need to know about what she’s thinking. It’s along the same lines as my dad, who’s silently sitting in the corner. He won’t meet my eyes. I’m sure he’s two parts angry from last night and three parts livid from just an hour ago. The manager that accepted my two-week notice was the one I’d had sex with recently. I saved her from charges by promising I won’t go back for my last two weeks. The heat of embarrassment floods through me as the nurse hands me a paper gown and asks, “Have you noticed any lesions on or around your urethra or testicles?” Fuck, kill me now . “No,” I answer in a voice gone high pitch. She asks more questions like how many partners I’ve had in the last six months, etc. I answer in the same squeaky voice. “The doctor will be in momentarily.” She closes the door behind her. I look at my dad, who’s now standing. “If you’re okay here...

Chapter 8 BPOV I’m distracted; my focus should be on what the person in front of me is saying. They’re describing why they would make a good personal assistant, but I’m too in my head about the phone call I just received. “I’m just going to get to the point, dear. We hope that Julie can live with you.” Nine kids twenty-four seven, that’s not too much, right? I know in my heart we have room and more than enough money to support her. Julie already fits in like a glove, but that’s an extra person in the house. Can I give her the attention she needs; that all my kids need? Will I stretch myself too thin? I know in my heart what I want to say, but I need to talk to Edward and to our kids. I try to focus on my interviewee. “Amanda, what would you say your strongest attributes are as a personal assistant?” She answers with very detailed examples as my mind wanders again. It’s been nonstop since we got back from Michigan. Edward has been pulling extra hours to get caught up from b...