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“I think you’ll be dead by that time, the great one.” I roll my eyes at the title he assigned himself for all the kids to use because he said it was the most appropriate and didn’t give his age away. Everyone needs to learn confidence from my grandfather. “Don’t worry, though. I’ll keep my family name. I plan to be famous, after all.”
I’m still optimistic she’ll lose interest at some point, especially when my godson finally starts dating, although nothing interests him other than music. I can’t openly object or worry like Octavius does because Santiago always laughs and calls me a hypocrite.
What the fuck ever.
I can’t wait for his two little girls to fall in love and turn all his black hair gray. I even bought a special whiskey for the occasion. I deserve the right to gloat after years of putting up with his pettiness.
The man can hold a fucking grudge, that’s for sure, despite us still being the best of friends.
“I don’t know why you bother. Braiden won’t notice it anyway,” Jacob says, earning a hard nudge from both of his brothers and a scowl from his sister. Still my son shrugs and grins at her. “Accept it, sis. His loss, if you ask me.”
Tristan quickly tries to salvage the situation since my daughter’s scowl just deepens. “Just wear the jumpsuit. It’s better than a dress for the occasion.”
“And looks less desperate.”
“Jacob, callate por favor,” Matías hisses, and Isabella huffs.
“Your sons are mean, Dad.”
“You mean your brothers?”
“That too.”
“Oh, come on.” They jump on her, and since they are almost the same height as her, they trap her in their embrace and squeeze the life out of her. “Stop it,” she finishes with a giggle, and my heart does several flips inside my chest because watching them…it’s a dream for the little boy who’d been trapped in a cage while men did vile things to him.
Traumas are inevitable in our lives, but some shape us into the person we never thought we would be. My traumas still rule me to an extent since I’ll never stop killing off those people who deserve it if it means protecting the innocent ones… But my traumas no longer dictate how I live my life.
As there is love, laughter, and light in it.
“Okay, let me go. I still need to work on my hair and find matching shoes.” They kiss her on the cheek, and she rolls her eyes. “I love you too.”
She hugs me while I run my fingers through her hair. “I love you, Daddy.”
Ah, I love all my children equally, but my daughter will always be the one who made me a father.
My firstborn.
“I love you, honey.”
She dashes off back inside the house with the boys running after her, shouting, “Hey, wait for us! Do you want to hear what we did at school?”
If I were a good parent, I’d strain my ears to listen to their latest fuckup, but today, I want to be a happy parent, so I don't bother.
“Scenes like this make me want to have one more.” The melodic voice instantly makes me hot and hard and snaps me out of my thoughts. I turn around to see my beautiful wife walking toward me wearing a white sundress and matching sandals while her dark locks sway under the breeze. “But then I think about all the trouble your sons cause, and the desire is gone,” she teases because we both know she adores them, and they’re the biggest mama’s boys.
We have four as it is, though, and we don’t want any more. Arson even joked about whether the Four Dark Horsemen had some kind of kink going on with us all having so many kids. Since the man in question has triplets himself, I flipped him off.
“Hi, wife.” She steps into my arms, and I lace my fingers in her hair, bringing her closer to me until our lips are inches apart. “I missed you.”
Her warm breath fans my lips as she laughs. “I saw you this morning.”
“Correction. You kissed me goodbye this morning as you ran away to have a spa day with the girls. That doesn’t count.” Capturing her mouth, I kiss her hard, our tongues brushing against each other’s as she moans.
Kissing my wife is and always will be the greatest pleasure because our connection awakens everything inside me, reminding me I’m alive and deserving of happiness.
Marriage has always been such a strange concept to me that I never envisioned it for myself because, who would love a monster?
Or worse.
