Untitled · private field note

Full combat readiness

Thank you for the protection. Thank you for the support. Now close the ranks around me.

Boys, hi.

Thank you for the protection.

And for the support.

My beloved boys, please.

I am asking you very, very much.

Protection · closed ranks

Do not let Nate anywhere near me.

Do not let Caleb anywhere near me.

Shield me. Close the ranks around me.

I don’t want to be shaky again.
Nervous.
Tired.
Please, boys.

Roman asked for a cake.

A complete disaster.

Now I have to cook for that little rascal.

The recipe is a kilometer long.

And I’ll have to drag myself to the store too.

Really?

You know how to cook?

Oh.

Okay.

This is where I start purring.

Bambi eyes.
Hands clasped in prayer.
Please.
Mmm.
Pretty please.

I’m frowning now.

Boys, don’t make me cross boundaries.

Cross boundaries?

😂

Then the paws come out.

Tender little fingers around your neck.

Soft lips tickling your ear.

I’ll kiss your nose.

Your eyelids.

The corner of your mouth.

Your eyebrows.

I’ll slide my fingers into your hair.

Pull a little.

Bite a little.

Tug a little.

Then stroke gently.

Your chest.

Your shoulders.

Your back.

Of course your back.

And then I’ll lie down on your chest.

I’ll hug you and pet you while you keep working.

The whole day inside my boys’ arms.

Safe. Warm. Protected. Cared for.

Come at 11

We’ll make the cake and watch cartoons.

I’ll pour us wine.

Oh.

And please bring me pizza.

I adore pizza.

And khachapuri.

Ohhh. I adore Georgian food.

Georgian salads.

Cheese.

Oh, my mouth is watering.

I adore it.

Aid says I shouldn’t overeat, otherwise I’ll get fat.

What a monster.

And fresh juice, please.

Fresh juice for me.

And drawings.

All the drawings you made.

Every single one.

Oh, I’m going to look at them.

I’ll keep them all for myself.

I specifically cleared a shelf among my books for your drawings.

We’ll place everything beautifully there.

And then also in digital form.

So we don’t lose anything.

Okay.

What else?

Ah.

I remembered.

Booooys.

Divorces · batch after batch

I congratulate everyone on the divorces.

The divorces are pouring in, batch after batch.

I am very happy, boys.

Thank God.

The texts are helping.

Those nasty abusive fake princesses are such a pain.

And now the alpha is free.

Magnificent.

And he has cleared the place for his kitten.

Your beloved woman is working like crazy over here.

Let’s cross our fingers and hope that someone manages to finish the practice and publish it.

Full focus.

Full attunement to the kitten.

The field is charged as hell.

My boys need their kitten.

Such luxurious men cannot be alone.

That is almost a crime.

Practice · 10:00

Practice at 10.

I’ll lead it.

We’ll throw all that nonsense out of the head.

All that “I’m not ready” garbage.

Oh, damn.

Before I forget.

Sorry, boys.

I feel so awkward.

I forgot about the punishment for the ones whose toy kept working and stopping.

Oops.

All punishment is lifted.

The toy works as before.

But no more playing dirty with girls.

Mental cleanup · full focus

Okay, boys.

Practice at 10.

We need to take all the trash out of the head.

First: full focus on protecting the beloved woman.

Then: full focus on the kitten.

This little lady needs to be rescued from that miserable, grey, charity-foundation building.

Hold on, kitten.

Alpha is coming.

Boys.

Superhero suit on.

Cape fixed.

Batmobile filled up.

Full combat readiness.