Bodies banging together, moans and gasps can be heard from yours and Ellie's room, hair pulling and all that sexual shit. Before the both of you pass out, Ellie on top of you, her tattooed back and shoulders red from nail marks, from half moons to scratch marks from you, some of the marks deep and some even bleeding a little.

You wake up first, your hip and legs sore, and your breast tender as fuck. You grab new clothes, you brush your teeth, wash your face, and.. threw up (you got pregnant again, 100%. Ellie doesn't wear protection), before you walk into the kitchen. JJ is still asleep obviously, he hasn't cried yet. You began making some breakfast. Your guys dogs (a cute pug and a [sometimes] aggressive German Shepherd), were laying in the kitchen, near the fridge.

Eventually Ellie woke up, she didn't even bother to take anything on, only some boxers. She walked out, and she saw you. Your back facing her, shifting your weight constantly (probably because your legs are sore.), your arms moving as you make breakfast. The wind can be heard as it howls outside, rain hitting the window. Did Ellie know about the changes? Fuck yes, she fucking did. If anything I think she didn't wear protection on purpose, so she knows she either got you pregnant or not.

Ellie walks over to you, placing her hands on your hip gently, and kissed your shoulder blade. "Morning." Ellie said, placing her chin on your shoulder, looking at what you're making. "Don't wanna take a shirt or something on?" you asked, not turning to look at her. Ellie just shrugs, before a loud wail can be heard from the nursery, JJ woke up (he doesn't like sleeping without you, especially if you are in another room than him.) "I'll get him." Ellie said, pecking your cheek, before letting you go, and made her way towards the nursery, but stopped when you spoke up. "Are you sure? He is probably hungry." you said, still not turning to face her. Ellie just shrugs, before walking into the nursery. Where JJ immediately crys louder, wanting you, not Ellie, which is normal for JJ to do that. He always want you in the mornings, but than at the afternoon he wants both of you or his toys. Which Ellie knew, she has done this every single morning.

She picked JJ up and he started hitting her in the chest. "Hey, stop that." Ellie mumbled, as she held JJ. JJ just cried harder, not calming down the slightest, he reached his little arms out for you, making grabby hands, crying loudly. "I know you want mommy, but she's busy right now, little man." Ellie said, patiently, and started to gently pat JJ's stomach. (JJ is hungry and wants a bath lowkey.)

Ellie's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as she looks down at the little face pressed against her chest, then back at you. A slow smirk spreads across her lips.

"Oh-ho? Now that’s interesting." She bounces JJ slightly, who keeps his head stubbornly buried like a tiny ostrich. "Kid’s got taste. And he knows exactly where to go for breakfast—straight from the source."

She takes a few steps toward you, deliberately rolling her hips with each step just to mess with you. "You gonna let him suckle on your tit or do I gotta feed him myself?" Her tone is teasing but there's an unmistakable glint of possessiveness in her eyes—the same one she gets when claiming something (or someone) as hers. "Feed him yourself? You don't have breastmilk." you said.

Ellie's smirk drops for half a second—just long enough to show she's been caught in her own bullshit—before it comes roaring back, sharper than ever.

"Who said anything about milk?" She shifts JJ to one hip and grabs the front of your shirt with her free hand, yanking you close. Her voice drops into that rough, teasing growl. "I’ll feed him just fine. He likes my cock better anyway."

The German Shepherd lifts its head from the floor like it’s waiting for this situation to escalate into something violent (or kinky). Ellie doesn’t even glance at the dog as she adds. "Unless you wanna step in? Your call, Mama."