Broken Dreams Stories

hapter 56 ber cuddling on the couch a little longer, Josh stood up and helpedto my feet. He took my hand without saying anything and ledupstairs to y bathrooms. Turning the shower on and adjusting the temperature, he returned to me.

Vill you lettake care of you, baby girl?" Josh asked, resting his hands on my hips and pullingcloser to him. "Shower you, wash your hair and ur body. Please, baby, letdo this for you." I stepped up to Josh, wrapping my arms around his neck.

If course, Josh, you can do that whenever you want. I love it when you guys do that. It's so nice to let go, knowing you will care for me." I rested my tad against his heart, relaxing into him as he tightened his hold.

hank you, baby girl,” Josh said, turning us so he could face the shower. He tested the water temperature, sweptin his arms, and carriedinto e shower. I giggled as he refused to putdown until we were both under the rainfall shower head. He carefully seton my feet, not letting go til he was sure I was steady. Smiling at me, he the tip of my nose.

There you go, my little soaked kitten." He grinned, stepping back. When I looked at him with a questioning look, he explained. You look like one of tose videos where the kitten has just had a bath, and their fur is all plastered against their bodies." That's mean, I'm telling.” 1 pouted. However, it did not have the desired effect because all Josh did was laugh. He ccloser, leaning in for a quick iss, then reached behindfor the shampoo bottle.

Con, my little kitten, put your claws away and enjoytaking care of you." Sighing tically, I turned so I wasn't directly under the water, nd Josh began to massage the soap into my hair.

Fine, I will tell the guys later," I conceded. Josh just snorted and continued to massage my scalp. Once he had washed, rinsed, and conditioned my hair, esh pulleda little further out of the water, and he spent a very long tcarefully washing every inch of my body.

Josh, honey, I think that nipple is clean." I laughed after he had spent almost five minutes washing my right breast.

You can never be too sure." Josh insisted, but he did begin to rinseoff. When I was free of soap, he pressed a onto each breast, then proceeded to rinse the conditioner out of my hair. Once satisfied that it was all out of my hair, he turned off the shower and took two towels off the warming rack he had turned on before we got in the shower, Sighing happily he quickly driedoff before wrapping the second warm towel around me. He handeda third towel for my hair, and I quickly dried it and wrapped it in it.

"Thank you, Josh. That was nice, even if you calleda wet cat." I hurried out of the bathroom before he could retaliate, his laughter followingthe bedrooms. I found a tank top and shorts, then taking a clean bra and panties with me, I went back into the bedroom to change. When I was dressed, into I stuck my head back into the bathroom Josh had retumed to the shower to clean up, so I told him I would be downstairs. My hair was still wrapped in the towel, so I took my brush with me. I'm sure one of the guys would be willing to helpbrush it out.

The other four guys were spread out around the living room when I cdownstairs. A baseball gwas the coffee table. I paused, watching all the guys, then decided Patrick would be the most sympathetic to my story of being called a wet cat. I went to e was on the TV, and snacks and drinks were on him and curled up in his lap. "Hey, love, it looks like you had a nice shower, Patrick commented, my towel-covered hair.

"I was until Josh toldI looked like a wet cat," I pouted. That got everyone's attention, and they all burst out laughing. Patrick tried his hardest not to join in, but his body shook with the effort. “You're all mean." I crossed my arms and glared at everyone.

"Now, love, I'm sure losh only said that because of how cute you looked. Patrick assured me. I loved how Patrick, the heir to one of the most prominent Irish crfamilies in the city, was always the one who acted as the peacekeeper. A thought crossed my mind, and I wondered if he would be like this when he beca father someday. I began laughing at the image of the enormous tattooed man trying to reason with two small children arguing over something they both wanted simultaneously. The guys looked atcuriously until I explained why I had been laughing. That sent them into another round of laughter as Patrick blushed "I have been like that since I was little, and I have no problem breaking up disagreements within our house full of kids, Patrick said, looking at me. Now, It was my tum to blush. "Well you know, Patrick continued, at least one child from each of us." "Plus twins do run in our family lake added helpfully. That madepale, and the guys were all laughing again.

It was at this moment that Josh cback downstairs. "Whats going on? Why is everyone laughing He asked, as flew off of Patricks lap and leapt at him. Luckly be caughtwithout either of us falling. I buried my head against his neck as he wrappedin a bear hug

"Josh, everyones being mean to me." I whined into his neck. Siting on the on the couch next to his twin, Josh tried to turnaround, but once I tightened my grip he gave up and began rubbing my back. Chapter 56 "What's going on baby girl?" He murmured into my ear." What are they doing thats so mean?" He managed to getturned so he could see my face.

"They are teasingabout how many kids we are going to have

Josh looked up glaring at the others." Seriously guys what the. This is not the way, or the tto start that So conversation." 1 had hidden my face into his neck again, so Josh justm started rubbing my back again. "Listen baby girl, this is something that we will talk about someday, but its not going to be until after we are done with college, Drew and Mike are out of the military. We do not expect you to have eleven babies. I promise. Besides we are all in this together,we are a family and we will always be there for each other." Josh looked around at the others, and they all quickly agreed X