Sitting in my car, I hold my phone in front of me. The video call caught me on my way home from Drake's place, so I decided to answer right away. My little sister doesn't call me that often.

"Chloe, didn't I promise to come for your birthday?" I ask her a thousand times, and hear her mother snort.

Helen and I had a talk after I told my wife I wanted to be present in my sister's life. There are no hard feelings between us anymore, and we learned how to be civil. Especially as she apologized to Ava for what she said, and quit my father's company. The agreement they have signed satisfied both parties, and now Dad supports his daughter financially and also takes her to our family house almost every weekend. He made sure he kept his promise to me. In way more ways than I even hoped for.

"You did. Will Ava come too? And Michael?" Chloe asks, her big dove eyes peeled to my face. The color of her eyes is the same as mine, just like her nose. All the rest she took after her mom. Her long brown hair is now collected in two buns, and she looks absolutely adorable. She's 10 years old now, and she loves being on the ice. With the only difference, she wants to be a professional figure skater. My sister is a very hard-working little gal, and I admire her determination and her talents.

"We all are planning to come. Don't worry. I always keep my promises."

"Love you, Colt." She finally breaks into a smile, and I smile back. "I already got something for my nephew. I hope he will like it."

"Love you too, Chloe. And trust me, Michael is going to like anything you give him. Because it is from you."

"I hope so." My sister chirps, and then glances over her shoulder. "I gotta go, Colt. Mom and I are going shopping."

"Sure. Have fun!"

"Bye!" She ends the call, and I unfasten my seatbelt, getting out of the car. The more time I spend with my son, the more I understand Helen's desire to keep the baby all those years back. Considering her problems with her health, it could have been her only shot for getting pregnant and she went for it without any hesitation. Her daughter is her life, and she will go all momma-bear on anyone who has a problem with her child. It's precious and I honestly respect her for that. She's just like my mom. And Ava. The love these women have for their children motivates me to be a better father, to be the best role-model for my own kid. There is nothing more precious than a smile from your child, I swear.

Instead of going home right away, I lock my car and dial my mom. Hopefully she's not in bed yet. The time difference makes my brain hurt sometimes. "Hey Colt." My mom's voice fills my ears after the second ring. My insides warm up, and I can't help but grin. Yes, she's on medication, yes, she needs routine, but she's been better for 5 years and in all honesty, it's the only thing that matters.

"Hey Mom. I didn't wake you up, did I?" It's 2pm in San Jose, but I have no idea what time it is in Biarritz.

"Colt, it's 11pm here, and no, I'm still up." She chuckles, a smile in her voice. "Your father has always been a night owl and that habit hasn't changed. Ever."

I lower my gaze to my feet, shaking my head. If someone would have told me my parents would get back together, I would have never believed them. It sounded absolutely unrealistic, especially after their divorce was finalized. Dad let Mom go, thinking she would be better off without him, that she would be happier with Leo. Guess what? He was wrong. There was a reason she didn't leave him after her one night with her friend... and that reason was love. Love that they were able to ignite again two years ago.

They started getting closer because of me. Traveling together to visit my family, to see their grandson. Talking and spending time together like they hadn't done in years. And I think she saw the man she fell in love with all those years ago, the man who made her a priority, who was willing to step away from work and just be with her. Whenever she needed him. As my wife often says, 'most of the time women don't need big gestures, expensive gifts and declarations of love, we just need our men to be by our side, we need them to be present'. My dad learned his lesson, and once he noticed the changes in Mom's behavior he did everything in his power for her to choose him again. And she did. They aren't married, but they look happier than ever, and in love. Her happiness and the smile on her face are the only things that matter to my father.

"Well, some habits definitely die hard." I laugh heartily. "How do you like France? Is it the same as you remember?"

"I love it here. The climate, the people and of course the architecture. This country is saturated with history, and the more cities we visit, the more I fall in love with it."

"Listening to you makes me want to go there with Ava and Michael. The last time we were in France, we were only in Paris, and it wasn't enough."

"You definitely should." Mom murmurs, taking a deep breath. "Though even if I'm happy here, I miss my boy. How is Michael?"

"Better than ever. He is enjoying his time off from pre-school, he is playing with his friends and is extremely happy to have his mom totally at his mercy."

"That duo is something else. Ava called me yesterday, and I talked with her and Michael for two hours for sure. I promised him we would visit you before we go home after our vacation."

"Sounds great." I walk closer to the house, putting my hand on the doorknob. "Dax and Pen will be here too, so our home will be full again."

"Yeah, Ava told me her dad and Penelope are coming to visit." Mom giggles, and I know what she's thinking about. The old and never-ending competition for the title of the best grandpa in the world. Dax and Dad are friends now, and yet they both want to be Michael's favorite person. What can I say, my son loves them both absolutely the same, but he will never say no to more attention from his granddads. "I'll be happy to see them too. I miss my friends."

A thought about Leo crosses my mind, but I shoo it away. They got together after Mom's divorce, but once she got closer with my dad, Leo and Mom drifted apart. Not only as lovers, but as friends as well. And I still don't know how she feels about it, she doesn't want to discuss it with me, so I let her be. Pressuring her is definitely not something I want to do. Just like we never told her Dax was the one who saved her, as it could have triggered the return of her bad memories and we were advised strongly against it. Dad knows though, and he barely held his shit together when he realized how much he owes Dax for saving his wife that night. The bond they have is overwhelming.

"We're going to come visit too in two months." I say, opening the door and walking inside the house.

"Chloe will never forgive you if you skip her 11th birthday." Mom exclaims knowingly, and I grin involuntarily. She loves that little girl, and doesn't hate her mother. Just... they barely talk to each other, because my mom tolerates Helen only because she wants Chloe in my Dad's life. Nothing else. "She called us too today. I think she's planning the guest list."

"I think so too." I comment, seeing Michael running in my direction with a geeky smile on his face. My heart is ready to burst with happiness, I love my son so much. He's the most precious little child in the world, because he's mine. "Okay, Mom, I just got home and need to go change my clothes."

"Sure, Colt. Kiss Ava and Michael for us."

"Definitely, Mom, and you tell Dad we said hi."

"Of course, baby. Bye!"

"Good night, Mom." I say and hang up, kneeling instantly and catching Michael in my arms. "How have you been, kid?"

"It's soooooooooooooooo goooooooood." His eyes widen a fraction, as I stand up and carry him to the living room. He's super excited about something and truthfully I have no clue about what. "Mom is... she's... She's the best."

I pinch my brows together, following his gaze with my eyes. My jaw drops at once as I gape at the LEGO town in front of us. Train station, police station, ZOO and what's more... a fucking Harry Potter castle. When did she have time to build all that? I put my son down, and he instantly runs to his toys. I straighten up and gawk at my wife, sitting on the couch with a book in her hands. She smiles at me, arching an eyebrow in question.

"What is this?" I ask, coming closer and plopping myself down near her.

"LEGOs."

"I know that... I mean... When did you-"

"Here and there. It took me a bit more than a week." Ava shrugs, and I haul her to my chest, hugging her tightly.

"You're the best mom in the world." I whisper and she looks up at me, tossing her book on the couch and winding her hands around my waist. "I'm so lucky to have you."

"And I'm so lucky to have you." She murmurs, gently kissing my lips. "You make it very easy to be the best mom in the world... because you're the best dad in the world."

I rake my gaze over her face, and my skin warms up just from the sight of her. Those emerald green eyes with thick black eyelashes, her little nose and her puffy and so kissable lips, and my favorite little birthmark on her right cheek. She has her hair cascading over her shoulders, with a little bun on top. I love everything about her, and I love her more and more with each passing day. I'm the luckiest man in the world to have her as my wife. My twin flame.

We talk about our plans for the day, and Michael hears us. He gapes at me with his mouth half-opened. "Isn't Uncle Drake coming back?"

"No. He moved into his house, and only will be visiting." I tell him, and he sulks, turning away and focusing on his toys again. Smokey carefully steps around the LEGO town without dropping toys on the ground. He's a very curious cat, and also very sneaky. Though maybe it's my fault. He didn't appreciate me leaving him in the middle of our pool.

"I hope he will love his place." Ava sighs, taking her book in her hands again. "Drake is a family guy, and I think he might be lonely."

"He has us." I reassure her, and then narrow my eyes. "His neighbor looks a lot like you."

"Did you talk to Evangelina?" Mischief swims behind her irises, but I'm not quite sure I understand why.

"No, I just saw her walking out of her house when I was already in my car. Why?"

"She also knows how to stand up for herself and won't hesitate to put you in your place if she thinks you deserve it. She flipped him the bird when they were arguing, and called him a moron."

"Basically, she's his type." I comment and my wife guffaws.

"Yes."

"Too bad he refuses to look past his biases." I sigh, kiss Ava's forehead and stand up from the couch. "He's sure she's just a spoiled rich girl who has had everything handed to her on a silver platter because of her dad."

"I hate that he has become so judgemental. He wasn't like that before." She pouts, a worried look on her face. "It's not the Drake I know."

"It's still our friend... just his past experiences made him tougher than before. Your childhood friend had his heart shattered, and it's not easy to forget when you loved someone so hard as he did."

"I know."

"I'm going to go change my clothes."

"Okay." Ava stands up as well and edges to the kitchen. "I will heat up our food."

I nod, turn around and head to the hallway, halting in my tracks to look at her over my shoulder. Taunting my wife is still my favorite thing in the world. Always. "Ava?"

"Yeah?" She meets my gaze, her brow knit together.

"There is no need for dessert." She frowns even more, but once I say my next piece she's fuming. "I intend to eat my sweets later... in bed."

"In your dreams." Ava pokes her tongue at me and stomps into the kitchen. Definitely not in my dreams, girl. Drake's presence in our house made us quieter, but not anymore. Enjoying my time with my wife in bed is exactly what I'm going to do tonight once Michael is asleep.

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Closing the door to our bedroom, I slowly crawl to bed. It was my turn to put Michael to sleep, and as it often happens I fell asleep myself. It's 2am and my wife is deep asleep. A blanket pressed between her thighs, as she lies on her right side with her hands hidden under the pillow. A real sleeping beauty with her long brown hair spilled over her pillow. I take off my tee and toss it away, getting rid of my briefs as well. I'm always true to my word, and there is no way in hell I'm not going to enjoy my fucking honey.

I slide under the blanket, wrapping my body around hers. My hand lands on her hip, as I move it lower, enjoying the softness of her skin. With years of playing hockey and later going pro, I gained way more muscles than I had before. She's so small in comparison to me, so it's even more maddening now. Though it makes my desire to protect her go through the roof. There is no other girl in the world for me except her. In everything.

Moving my hand between her legs, I part them with ease. I press my fingers to her pussy through her tiny shorts, and my cock rises to attention immediately. It hardens, as I grind it over her ass, while pushing her shorts away and circling my fingers over her clit. Slow and gentle, without rushing anything. I close my eyes, enjoying the little friction as my cock throbs. The effect she has on me is absolutely intoxicating because she makes me forget everything. Even hockey, and it's something I've never expected to happen.

"Colt..." Ava's voice is quiet, as she covers my palm with hers, stopping me.

"Didn't I tell you about my dessert?" I whisper in her ear, as she sighs, leaning more into me.

"You did... and honestly I looked forward to your tongue in my pussy. Not just your fingers."

As if she needs to tell me twice. I hop off the bed, as she turns on her back. I grab her legs and pull her to the edge of the bed. Yanking her shorts, I lick my lips staring at the little honeypot on her lower abdomen. A matching tattoo to my Winnie the Pooh I have inked on my right wrist. I can't fucking live without my honey, and she's perfectly aware of it.

I drop to my knees, and slowly lick her clit and then lower to her lips. She moans, spreading her legs further and nestling more comfortably. I put my hand on her belly, covering her piercing and holding her in place. I'm hungry for my girl, as I swirl my tongue over her swollen clit. I suck it into my mouth hard and then release it slowly, drawing another long moan out of her. She tastes even sweeter than my favorite M&Ms, and it's never enough for me. With her, I could go down on her every fucking day and I wouldn't get bored. It's pure pleasure, nothing else.

She grabs my hair, tugging on it and I lock my eyes with her as she propped herself on her elbows. "You drive me nuts when you do that... it feels so good..."

I smile at her, plunging two fingers inside her at once and she instantly plops herself on her back yet again, her fingers dig into my hair. I hold her spread-open for me, lapping my tongue over her clit and curling my fingers inside her just at the right spot. She tugs on my hair harder, and I close my eyes, pain ripples through my body.

"If you will continue acting like a brat, I'm going to fuck you like one, babe." I tell her, as she rotates her hips, rubbing her pussy over my face. Oh, man, it's exactly what she wants. Rough and with no mercy.

"Make me come with your tongue and later... do whatever the hell you want..." Ava pants, shoving her cunt in my face. "I want you to take control."

Hearing those words I almost come myself. Jesus fucking Christ! I glide my hand over her belly and higher, until I have a handful of her breast. Her nipple is a pebbled point, and dear God how much I want it in my mouth. I speed up my movements, and she explodes on my tongue, her whole body trembling. The waves of her orgasm make her writhe as her chest rises and falls from her breathing.

"So fucking delicious, babe." I stand up, hovering over her. Ava's eyes zero on my cock and she grins. I bend my head down and she focuses her gaze on me. "How bad do you want it inside you?"

Well, I definitely should know better. My wife is a fucking tornado for a reason. She moves away from me, settles on our pillows and spreads her legs wide. Her fingers fly to her pussy, and I suddenly feel thirsty. "Tell me how bad you want to be inside me, Colt."

Damn you! I lash forward and haul her lower, sliding inside her at once. She gasps, and I cover her mouth with mine, ravishing her tongue as if my life depends on it. Ava kisses me back, wrapping her legs around my hips, as I fuck her. She moans in my mouth, her tongue playing with mine. The feeling of an incredibly strong release builds within me, setting my body on fucking fire and pushing my limits sky high. I slam into her, going deeper with each stroke. Her pussy is dripping, soaking me in her juices as her breathing hitches in her throat.

"I want you to hold your orgasm." I tell her, and her eyes go round. "Hold it."

"It feels too good." She whines, biting her bottom lip as my dick fills her completely.

"Hold it, Ava." I command, pinching her nipple between my fingers through her tee.

"Oh my fucking God." Her brows knit together, as her teeth graze her bottom lip. She grabs the sheets, and fists them in her hands. She does as I tell her, trying to stay afloat without letting her orgasm overwhelm her. The sound of our skin slapping against each other becomes louder, as I fuck her harder, driving my whole length inside her till I'm balls deep inside her.

I circle my hand over her throat and squeeze, a faint smile crosses her face. She's my fucking brat, and I don't want her to be anyone else. This roughness. This passion. This never-ending desire to challenge each other. It's us. It's how we are, and damn, I don't want it to be any other way. She lifts her hips, inviting me to go deeper, till I hit her deepest spot with my cock.

"Such a good fucking girl you are, wifey. Such a good fucking girl..." I pant, pressing my forehead to hers. "Tell me who your pussy belongs to."

"You..." The word rolls off her tongue, and her eyes roll back in her head. She's no longer controlling her body and her pussy wraps around my shaft. Her head bobs back, and she cries out, coming for the second time in a row. I shut my eyes, trying to fight my own release, but it's too good. I grunt and spill my cum inside her, smashing our lips together. Mine. She's mine and I'm not fucking sharing.