[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 825 & 826. (Patreon)

Chapter 825: About kids with magic?

I woke up grumbling to myself and had to sit up from the uncomfortable feeling on the back of my mind. I rubbed my eyes, my face and let out a silent yet drawn out sigh. I looked at both sides of me and found the girls still sleeping under the covers, Grace to my left and Mila hugging Sarah to my right.

It was 9:40 am, and since they fell asleep at around 6:00 am they wouldn’t be waking up any time soon. Maybe in a couple of hours at best. 

I carefully snuck out of bed. I wanted to stay there for a while longer, but there’s stuff to do around the house. I don’t know if anyone else is awake, and if nobody gave Cake her breakfast already, I’m in serious mortal danger.

I put on only my boxers since I’d be throwing my work clothes to the wash and left the sex room, going down from the third floor to the second and then the first. When I made it to the kitchen, I saw Alice and Fern sitting across from each other at the counter, eating some toast and having a cup of tea and coffee respectively. Cake and Red were also in the middle of having breakfast, snouts deep in their bowls.

I smiled and rubbed my neck. “Beat me to it, huh?” I said.

“I told you to leave breakfast on the weekends to me,” Alice said, shaking her head and setting her cup down. “Especially today. How much did you actually sleep? Three hours at most, I bet.”

Ugh, caught.

Fern chuckled. “Good morning, Oliver. We… figured that since everyone else was up until late last night, we’d have breakfast first.”

“Yeah, of course. That’s fine,” I said with a low groan.

“Hm? Are you feeling alright?” Alice asked me, likely noticing my mild discomfort. “Everything went okay last night, I hope?”

“Yeah, everything went well. Just… some strange news which I’ll have to share later. For now, I better go take a shower.”

“We don’t mind if you choose to stay in your underwear, by the way,” Fern said with a teasing smirk. Alice laughed with her.

I smiled. “Why don’t we take a dip in the pool later?”

Fern’s grin fell. “I… forgot to bring a swimsuit again…”

“You don’t really need one, do you?” Alice said, smirking knowingly.

“Oh. I guess not…”

The two girls laughed together again, and I left the kitchen with a nice warmth in my chest. Those two were really growing closer, and I couldn’t be happier.

I went back up to the second floor and jumped in the shower, and with that time to think, Frey’s news came back to me. The most notorious thing on my mind was wondering why I didn’t feel as apprehensive about the whole idea as I thought I should have.

If I had kids, they’d more than likely be born with the ability to use magic. The more I sat on the idea, the lesser of an issue it felt. That’s not to say it wasn’t one, but rather… maybe it wasn’t as bad as I first thought? I mean, if it ended up working in their favor, then… It could be a real advantage. Yeah, the more I thought about it, it became less of a burden. It was more like… being done with a test only to realize there were even more questions on the back of the sheet.

I had already made up my mind that I’d have kids eventually, that I’d had to deal with all the pain and anxiety of being a father. Answering weird questions, taking responsibility for their screw ups, teaching them to be good people, dealing with their rebellious phases or even antagonistic personalities, worrying about where they are and what they are doing when out of my sight… Overall just raising kids. Adding ‘teaching them about magic and how not to use it’ seemed like just another thing to add to the already infinite list. A very heavy and critical item to add, but so was everything else in it. The way I see it, teaching them to avoid hurting people with magic was just as important as teaching them to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’

Well, I say I made up my mind, but it was possible these news would change the minds of the girls. Fern aside, considering how we just started dating, everyone else wanted kids eventually. Even Diana wanted kids, she just didn’t say it much because there was a conversation about timing there that we had yet to have.

Timing, huh? That’s another thing. Related to why the fuck I’m thinking about having children when I just had my first anniversary with my first girlfriends. This isn’t remotely the time to be thinking about it, but Frey just HAD to come out and say that, didn’t she?

…

Ugh, even though I hate to admit it, better she told me now than later. I just hoped the girls wouldn’t take it too badly.

…

…

…

And they didn’t.

Later that morning I gave the girls the news over breakfast, and while there was silence at first, Sarah was the first to ask a question.

“Does that mean they’d have strength like yours? Or that they’ll have a lot of energy and stamina? Because it’d be an advantage if any of them want to pursue sports, and I have conflicting feelings about that…” She crossed her arms and pouted.

“Oh, I can see that,” Fern nodded in agreement.

“Will they be tough?” Mila asked. “Like, we’ve seen you get punched in the face without flinching.”

“I kind of hope they are,” Noelle said sheepishly. “I’d be a lot less worried about them getting hurt.”

“I… don’t really know what it would look like, exactly,” I said. “Not even Frey knows for sure. She just says they’ll have the ability to use magic.”

“If so, then I doubt we have a lot to worry about,” Diana said. “They may naturally have some… supernatural abilities, but anything more complex should have to be learned, like you have, right? It’s not like you suddenly had the ability to clean things up with a wave of the hand. You worked up to it.”

I nodded. “That’s true.”

“I, for one, welcome it,” Grace said with a small grin. “I have no misgivings about letting my kids have an edge in life. We’ll just have to teach them restraint.”

“We’re not exactly good at restraint, you know?” Mila told her.

Grace shrugged. “Considering what we COULD be doing, I believe we are.”

Alice sighed. “I really hope they can read minds…”

“Hm? Why?” Noelle asked her.

“They’d be able to stay away from a lot of trouble if they could.” There was a tinge of pain in her voice, and we knew she was talking from experience.

You know… I hadn’t considered that. Now I was starting to hope that they could.

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Chapter 826: Sunday morning.

It’s not like it was a simple topic, so even though we left it at that and agreed that there was nothing else we could do about it since we wouldn’t be trying for kids anytime soon, it remained in our heads and I’m sure it would stay there for a while. It was still an idea we’d have to sit on for… well, probably until we actually wanted kids.

But it was Sunday and we didn’t want a serious topic putting a damper on our weekend. At least, the girls were being a lot cooler about it than I expected.

As I’ve said before, knowing that I didn’t have to go to work or to university was freeing in and of itself, but knowing that it was cleaning day did make it a bit of a drag. No matter. Six pairs of hands would make light work. Hopefully.

“Hey, I’ll help,” Fern said as we began to divide the work and didn’t count her in.

“Nope. You’re a guest. We’re not putting guests to work,” Alice said, to which I nodded in wholehearted agreement.

At that, Fern frowned and pouted. “I thought you wanted me to feel part of the group.”

Alice, Mila and I flinched while Grace and Sarah laughed.

“Not to mention,” Diana began. “I still haven’t officially moved in. The moving truck is bringing my stuff tomorrow. I’m technically also a guest yet you’re putting me to work.” She smirked. “Either she cleans up with us or I’m going back to bed.” Fern smiled, happy that Diana was backing her up.  I opened my mouth, but then Diana shut me up before I could say anything. “You know what, don’t say anything. You’ll just tell me to go back to sleep. Fern, help me with laundry.”

“Yes!” Fern stood up and followed Diana, looking back at me and sticking her tongue out.

“Never seen someone excited to do some clean up,” Grace said. “Except when Alice is cleaning Oliver’s dick.”

“Hey!” Alice crossed her arms. “It’s true, but try to be more tasteful…”

Beside me, Noelle giggled. “She’s finally getting more comfortable around us.”

I sighed contently and nodded. “I hear you two were painting miniatures yesterday?”

“Yeah. It was more fun than I expected. Difficult, but fun. I… watched a video on stream that she recommended. You know, to pick my army.”

“And? What are you building?”

“Ugh, still not sure. A lot of them look cool.”

“Just don’t spend too much,” Grace told her.

“I… was thinking of asking my agent if I could get the company to pay for it. You know, to make videos out of it.” Her cheeks reddened.

“Oh. Oh wow.” Grace smirked. “Atta girl.”

“Ugh, don’t praise me for it. It makes me feel even guiltier.”

“I hear the minis are expensive,” I said. “So yeah, please have the company pay for them.”

“Please and thank you,” Alice added.

“Not you two as well…” Noelle sighed.

I picked the sex room as my first place to clean, considering we’d just left a bit of a mess there. It’d be good practice, too. In fact… I decided to use the cleaning spell everywhere I could. I should have energy to spare after last night, so it really would make for good practice.

I finished up in about 30 minutes thanks to that, then moved to the music room to sweep and then to clean my bedroom. After that, it was close to lunch time and I began to walk to the kitchen.

The house felt lively, active. People were moving, cleaning, talking… there was some music playing, Mila was singing, Grace joined her…

The place really was turning into ‘home’ instead of being just a ‘house,’ and likely because of that and all the talk about kids, I looked at the large, empty room in the middle of the house. The one that connected to the library, the kitchen and the backyard. If we built them modest enough…

“Here’s where the kid’s rooms could be…” I said, muttering to myself and thankful that no one was around to hear me.

For lunch, I’d be tackling something I’d been sort of afraid of until now. Lasagna. Something about having to layer it made me afraid of screwing it up, but making that quiche the other day made me more confident in general.

Both Cake and Red followed me to the kitchen. The well-behaved dog was content with laying on the floor close by, just hoping to get some scrap or other that fell by him. Cake, on the other hand, was still very adamant about jumping on the counter to watch me cook from a front-row seat for some reason. I hadn’t been able to stop her, but I didn’t want the cat to walk on the places I’d be cooking… so I left a makeshift bed for her on the counter. A wicker basket just big enough with a couple of old t-shirts of mine that no longer fit me. For what it’s worth, she stayed there and didn’t try to jump on the counter so long as I let her smell the ingredients at least once.

“You’ve clearly never heard that curiosity killed the cat, huh?” I told her, letting her smell a tomato. She didn’t lick it or touch it, only sniffed it. As I watched her, I couldn’t help but ask. “So… How’d you feel if there were kids running around here?”

Sometimes it really feels like Cake understands human speech and answers me when I talk to her, so I sort of expected her to do it again. She looked at me without the slightest change of expression, so I guess she didn’t understand this time.

The sound of a picture being taken startled me and I turned to look towards the door.

“Crap, I had it with sound…” Mila said, giggling as she aimed her phone camera at me.

“Come on, don’t take those sneaky pictures,” I said.

“It’s the only way I can take ANY pictures of you,” she argued with a pout. “Besides, that was just too cute.”

“What was?”

“You and Cake in the kitchen with Red laying on the floor… Look.” She proudly showed me the picture… and I had to admit it was pretty nice. I do look better in pictures when I don’t realize they’re being taken. “Can I post this one? Pleeeease?”

“...” A part of me wanted to say no because I don’t want to be on the internet, but too fucking late for that, huh? I’ve already shown my face on my own channel. Another part of me, though… remembered that Grace and Sarah had been having trouble with guys hitting on them. Call me possessive, but I guess I wanted Mila’s followers to know she was still happily with her boyfriend. “Fine,” I told her.

“Yes!” She cheered and immediately began to type on her phone.

“Mila, don’t run away from me! Let’s finish this before lunch!” Sarah yelled from across the house.

Mila flinched and ran back to where she came from. I doubt it was related to that, but Red chose to let out a sigh at that very moment and I just couldn’t help but laugh.