"Aidan,"

Mom called my name from the other line, after that I heard nothing but a deep and long sigh of frustration. She sounds like I'm being a weight around her neck. I don't want her worried but mom seems to be bothered by how I run my life, I'm not doing anything foul, as far as my knowledge goes, I'm not.

"I miss you, so much" she said with uncontainable longing in her voice. Not that I don't have a clue to where this conversation is going, but I gave her the answer she'd love to hear. Which is true to what I feel, either.

"I miss you, too, beauty" I made sure it will sound just as sweet.

"If you do, then come home."

A smirk touched my lips. Growing up, dad never failed to remind my brother, Alaric and I how special mom is and how wonderful we should treat her. As much as possible, I tried keeping my ass from trouble that'll reach my parents' nose and have them worry. "Weekends, mom. I'll be there, I'm bringing home your favorite Pad Thai."

"You know that's not what I mean, Aidan Zeus." Mom speaks like she's talking to an eight-year-old Aidan, trying to keep him indoors because he can't ride a bike outside for it's raining and the road is wet. "Come home and abandon your place. The house is so big, Aidan. You don't have to move out."

I turned the steering wheel left before I answered. "Mom, you know what my answer will be"

We've been going on with this subject for a year now. I moved out from my parents' roof after I turned twenty, when dad gave me a space I could call as my own. Mom had been fussing over it. She doesn't want me to leave home. But I got to, I need this. It's not like I'm supposed to get stuck under their skirt for the rest of my life, I have to start practicing being responsible with my own life, taking care with my own needs. Something my mother couldn't understand.

"Bakit ba ayaw mo? Aidan, why are you doing this to me? Had I been a bad mother to you that you hated me so much?" Leave it to my mom, her acting skills is pretty impressive.

"Mom, of course not" I chuckled, locking my eyes on the road. It's not advisable to take calls while driving, one thing that dad keeps on reminding me since I learned things behind steering wheel. But mom is the call I'll risk taking. "I love you, alright? You're nothing but an excellent babe, you've managed to keep three guys so wrapped up in your palm."

"Then why don't you come home to this babe and live here?" She sighed again, dad will hate me for upsetting our girl but then I know I had him back me up on explaining how things run now.

"Listen, babe" I pressed a button turning the wipers of my car when it started raining, I'm still a few minutes away from my unit. "I won't go in the same argument again, we already had this talk for so many times now and my decision still stand firmly. I got this mom, this is what I want to do and I love you so much for letting me have it."

"Oh, Aidan" there goes the broken sound of her voice. Younger me would probably come home running just to stop her from crying. But no, mom should understand that I have a life of my own that I need to live. Alone. "Alaric is fine living with us, why can't you do the same?"

Because I'm not Alaric. Much as I wanted to tell her that, I don't want to upset her more. Me not coming home, should be enough. "I love you, I'm gonna visit you this weekend. I promise."

My mom is the most wonderful human being I know. She's sweet and very caring, nothing about her is hard to love. Even those cute tiny dimples she got side by side on her face are lovable. But then, you'll reach a point in your life where you'll struggle free from your parents' claws. Not because they treated you bad but because you wanted to experience a life away from them. Not totally away that you'll never wanna see them again, just an enough air that will let you do everything that you wanna do.

Dad understand my dilemma, nothing about me seems so hard for him to fathom. Dad knows me more than anyone else does. He's the one who raised me, he should know. He's the only person who knows everything about me. Growing up, I was most likely to tell dad all the things that bothers me instead of anyone else. Maybe because him being a guy, made me feel comfortable. When I started getting curious about sex and stuff during puberty, it was dad whom I run into.

I was thirteen when I started exploring things about sex deeper than I should've been. Dad is fine with me banging my then older girlfriend, he even gave me some tips on how safe sex goes. I'm cool with it and he is, too. Not until after I paid a hooker from a high class strip club along with my male friends when I was fourteen and took her in one suite we got at Cameron Hotel. Dad was raging mad and I was punished, been grounded for a month. He's okay with me fucking around, what's not cool with him is me paying for fuck. He told me that I shouldn't be treating women that way, I should only get laid with those who are willing and not with those who feel oblige because they're after for the bills I gotta give 'em. I got his point, it's my fault.

I even got him upset, saying that I should behave like Alaric who's more likely to open books than legs. But nah, I have my own identity. Books doesn't appeal more to me than women does.

Mom soon surrendered the argument she knew she'd never win. Peacefully taking the road ahead, in the middle of a heavy rain, I saw a familiar figure walking and soaking herself in the cold rain pouring. She seem so oblivious on what's happening around her.

Close or distance, I can never go wrong. I know her, she can never be mistaken. At least for me.

Paris Amanda Santa de Leones.

I've known her long before I've known anybody else in my circle. Her mom and my mom are considered friends. We've met at several tea parties but that doesn't make us friends. I haven't seen her as often as the others from her clan, because the girl seemed to shy away from the crowd.

I remember when we were introduced to each other again when I was thirteen, her family attended the annual party thrown at dad's company. Her dad is one of our investors that's how they're invited. She maybe around eleven years old then, tugged along with her twin sister who seems a little more outgoing than her.

Romee Francheska sure is a crowd pleaser, her presence got everyone looking but it didn't get my eyes locking. The girl in her ironed blouse tucked in a pleated skirt had me.

Her ebony-black hair tied in a neat bun, showing off her face that will sure draw so much attention years later. Her dark eyes were glistening jewels. She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed when she uttered a polite greeting.

She didn't give me much more than a simple hello. Not that I was expecting her to be gregarious, I don't see her that way. She looked so reserved, distant and almost cold. Through  her eyes I could tell, she's not letting anyone in. I wonder if she has friends.

I've set my eyes on her the whole time until the party is up. I'm not sure if she'd noticed me because she never did land me a look. I can't even tell if she remembered my name, but I got her name engraved in my head.

Paris.

My thoughts snapped out when I saw her half-running through the entrance of a park, I had to stop my car and go after her. That was then I realized that I doesn't have anything to shield us from the rain if I ever convinced her to come with me, for what reason why I'm doing this is beyond me. But curse my ass for not stocking an umbrella on the compartment of my car, you're no use Aidan.

I walked my way inside the almost empty park. Well, who's gonna walk around with heavy rain pouring? I didn't find it hard to see her, she's seated on one of the benches with the hood of her jacket over her head, as if it can do something. She's already soaking. I am too.

My chest tightened when I saw her in tears, there were raindrops on her face but I know a tear when I see one. Tears continued to well from deep inside her and coursed down her cheeks. This isn't the first time I've seen her crying. Years ago, I spotted her, alone at one hidden corner of the university. She's so preoccupied that she didn't notice I was watching, I wanted to give her the privacy she needs that's why I didn't step in. But I am now. There's no rain then, there is now.

Sure this baby girl can weep, but not here. She might get sick and that's too much to add up the pain she'd been crying over.

Three long strides and I'm standing in front of her with enough distance she wouldn't feel violated. She might've seen me through the pools of rainwater or I may have made little noises to have her lifting a gaze on me.

I've managed to be still. It's quite hard having a crying beauty staring up at me, looking like a princess that needs some saving. God must've been showing off when he created her. Damn, she's pretty.

"Why are you crying?" I've managed to ask.

Though I'm sure she won't give me an answer as easy as that. We weren't friends. I'm not even sure if she remembered who I am. I heard from Alaric that he's friends with her, I kind of envy him and was about to take it against him but then, a woman of her kind will sure choose to befriend Alaric rather than me, I have an infamous reputation of ripping panties instead of being a study animal. Since she's friends with Alaric, I'm sure she knows that.

"No, I'm not crying." The baby is denying the obvious.

"Liar." I said, taking the spot next to her. I didn't have much chance to talk to her or even hear her voice and now that I did, I'm sucking it in.

"Why are you here? I want to be alone."

Oh, no. With me, you'll never get that. I sure can give her everything she ask for except for being alone. What's the sense of my existence if I won't be able to stay by her side in times like this?

I've long had this infatuation with Paris Amanda. At first I thought that this was short lived, I was young then. I thought that maybe if I see a lot of girls this Paris Amanda-thing will stop. But I thought wrong. I became her stalker, I even know that today is her birthday. And seeing her cry isn't right. I've got to do something. I had a chance now.

I can't remember when I started hoping for this chance where I can have her all by myself and I'm not letting this go. I'm making the most out of it. Paris isn't just a simple girl. She's dealing with some issues in her life. She trust her feelings to no one. Behind her strong façade hides a weak girl that needs caring.

All I ever wanted is to be beside her, make her feel better. Getting on her pants wasn't my plan but things happened. I'm not the one to keep my dobber inside my jeans, not when it's Paris Amanda. I might've scared her, she's gone the next day. I was fast and I wanted to kick my ass for not being careful. The woman have issues, she's vulnerable and weak. I melted her guards and have managed to lay her above my bed with no complains. I should know better than treating her like all the other girls I had been with. Paris is different. I like her, I don't like anyone. I don't do likes. That's too cute for my taste.

After that night, I thought the infatuation will gone over. I'm starting to think that my thoughts are bad because for the nth time, I was wrong. I grew more addicted to Paris now that I had a taste of her. Not once had I think of that night over and over, her moans got stuck in my head more than anything that was taught in school. I want to rush over her and claim her but Paris wasn't up for things like this. I know, I know her. I know her more than she knew how I know her. If it ever make sense.

Like I've expected, she didn't cling like all the other women I had did. The more she got me gawking. I'm giving her a few more time to absorb the fact that I've made a connection to her and we're tangled now, I even hoped I got her pregnant. Why? I don't know.

Then she showed up at my doorstep, weeping again. My weeping woman, I'll break that habit soon. That's not for her. This evening, I'm making sure she won't be slipping away. I'll stay up all night if needed.

But that didn't happen. Fate is messing up with me. Mom called me in an ungodly hour, I rushed into our home and dad's mad at me. He's never mad at me. He is now. And I later on realized why.

Paris Amanda is pregnant.

I fucking got her pregnant.

I can't explain the mix of emotions inside my head when I heard the news. I was happy. Why the hell won't I be? But at the same time, frightened. She's a daughter. She has a father. A father that I have to face.

I'll be marrying Paris.

No, not because she's pregnant. But because this is what I want. She is what I want.

Infatuation couldn't get this far, could it? Nonetheless, I'll marry her.

"I want him dead."

I have seen Red Santa de Leones many times in my life but I have never seen him this close and this real. If he just doesn't wish to kill me, I'll be thrilled. But now, I'm horrified. Not for me being killed but for my baby to live without dad and for Paris of course, come on, I can't die without making Paris love me. Wait. Did I say love? I've gone nuts.

"If you kill him, will it fix everything?" It was Exodus De Salvo making sense.

"It sure will." Red Santa de Leones never left my eyes, I must say that his were the scariest ones I have ever seen.

Paris got most of her features from her dad. Those dark eyes were copied by her in a softer and more pleasing version. She's more like her dad than her mom. This man had given me the most beautiful woman to drool over in this lifetime, other time I'll thank him and his wife, but not now, not today that he's throwing a fit on me. He's eyeing me as if his bullshit meter was ticking in the red zone.

The man whom I known as Tristan Montezor, tried to calm my future father-in-law and have him seated far across from me. I'm a center of their attention, I got all their eyes on me. I should get used to it, they'll be my family if I ever convinced them to have me marry Paris. To hell with me thinking about this things all calm and relax while the man on the other edge of the table is shooting me daggers, more like willing to take me six feet under.

"How serious are you in marrying, Paris?" That's Kurt De Salvo speaking. I'm now sure who's who. This man got thicker brows than the other and is more relaxed. Though, he still got that savage appearance.

"As serious as dead man walking" was my immediate response. Before I realized what I just said, Red Santa de Leones is already off his seat.

"We can try that now, I just hope you can still walk." His words filled the room booming like a thunder.

Of all the metaphors, why am I comparing things with a dead man walking? Never mention anything that is closely related to death under Red Santa de Leones' watch. I'll take note of that from now on.

"I-I mean, I'm serious. Very serious, Sir." I have never stammered all my life, but dealing with Paris' father isn't easy. The man could kill me in a split second and I can't die, for Paris I'd live.

Vince De Salvo cast me a skeptical eyes. "Why do you wanna marry her?"

Why do I wanna marry her? I repeated the question in my head, looking for some answers. Will I ever find one? Except for the fact that I'm thinking that I am madly in love with her which is another question to me. I had been with Paris for a few times, surely wasn't enough to be counted as love but to fuck, I had set my eyes on her since forever ago.

But of course, who's gonna believe me? Definitely, none of these men will.

They all gave me a fixed expression. I cleared my throat. "Because I want to take care of her, in all the ways that I know."

"I can do that for my daughter."

"That's for sure, Sir." Where did I get the nerve to look straight at Mr. Santa de Leones' direction and locked gazes with him is a puzzle for me too. But yeah, I did face him. "No one in this world can take care of her as much as you did. But I'm willing to. I want to. Whys shouldn't be asked. Paris is so precious, I believe everyone in this room will agree."

"The gut you have," Exodus De Salvo's amused tone made me took a sigh of relief, at least someone in this room won't go beyond killing me. He nodded his head. "Take care of Paris. How exactly will you do that?"

"Yeah, how exactly?" Kurt De Salvo probed. "Heard you're still studying, still leaning and still dependent with your parents."

"I've actually moved out a year ago. I'm finishing my college degree and is working part time during weekends at my father's company, all for my food allowance and personal needs. Aside from school expenses, I stopped asking for anything else from them since I've moved out and took separate roof." I said.

I didn't mean to impress anyone, I just told them the truth. They might've seen me as a good for nothing sonuvabitch I appeared to be. Sure that Exodus De Salvo had heard a lot about me, I'm friends with his eldest, Oxygen. I just didn't know if he care.

"That's good," it's Exodus De Salvo again, whom I think is the only one who's taking the situation lightly. "Tell us more about yourself, Aidan Zeus."

"What is this? A job interview? Are you fucking kidding us, Exodus?" Vince De Salvo snarled from his seat.

"Did I say the word joke or something closely related to joking around? I'm not even laughing."

"Enough, you two." Zanti Dela Paz, my godfather, had already spoken.

He'd been eyeing me without saying anything for awhile now. He's one of my dad's colleagues and his son, Zach, is my close friend.

He then looked at a place somewhere over my shoulder, when I turned my head there, I saw my father walking in. Our eyes met but he broke it off, he looked at Red Santa de Leones' direction but no, my father didn't get his attention, it was all in me.

"Safe," Uncle Zanti greeted him.

"Zanti," that's when he nod and gave him a glace before he looked at me. Dad's eyes behind his glasses that sat crookedly at his nose were cold and steady.

He's disappointed. Mom too, she even thought that dad made a mess on my upbringing, little did she know, dad blew me up just right. I know I've disappointed my old man. For all the values he had taught me about cherishing women, this is what I did. Sure he lets me play around, but dad pointed out that once I've messed up, he's gonna fix nothing for me. I don't need him fixing this for me. I got this.

I swear to all the angels in heaven and all the beast in hell, if Paris happen, no more romping around. She doesn't need me that way, I'm gonna be someone she needed. And now, here it is, Paris already happened.

As luck would have it, me getting her pregnant bridged me to the next level. I didn't know how I convinced Red Santa de Leones not to kill me, but he didn't. He just told me that he had his eyes on everything I do.

I didn't promise them anything, I don't feel the need to. But I have it all in my head, I'll take good care of Paris from then on.

Being with Paris and getting to know her deeply just made me more addicted to her. I've never want anyone to trust me more than I want his father to. It's not a simple thing, though. Paris' mom is a sweetheart, a darling babe. She's the one who keeps her husband from wanting to kill me.

"Relax, I assure you, Paris is coming" Romee giggled when she noticed my uneasiness. "Hindi 'yon tanga para pakawalan ka pa. Atsaka, wala na iyong magagawa, mag-asawa na kayo. With or without this ceremony."

I chuckled. I adored this sister-in-law of mine, she's the next cute thing I see after Ricos. Well, Romee is right. There's no way my Amanda will runoff and ditch me. She couldn't do that. She's already my wife. But what is this I'm having? Wedding jitters?

"Rom, love, let's go. Your mom is looking for you."

"Coming through," Romee smiled at me. "No one deserves Paris more than you do, I'm so glad to have you as my extended brother. I love you, Aidan. Thank you for loving Paris."

I looked at her purple-blue eyes shedding some tears, one more reason why I adore this woman is that she's in love with my wife more than life. "Thanks, Rowrow. I'll take care of your sister, I swear I will. I'm dedicating my whole life for her, go on now. Let's get this thing done."

Life for Paris and I was never easy. It's not that kind of luck of the draw. We both worked hard and been through a lot, through so much, that almost cost us each another.

True that it isn't always rainbows and butterflies. We had our fair share of ups and downs. Worst was the one with Wendell and Viel involved.

I can never fathom the idea of Paris cheating on me over that Bakker guy. I had my faith on her, I trust her. But there's a huge insecurity in me that's eating up my system. I've always been so confident with myself but thinking about Paris drawing her attention to another man is making me sick in the head.

"Man, I'm sure my cousin has a better explanation." Icen said taking a swig on the beer he was holding.

I didn't say anything, I got my eyes locked into Paris' direction. I've texted her using Icen's cell and asked her where she was. For several times she'd been lying, she lied again. Why is she lying for that whoreson? What is he to her? She'd told me he is her friend, I believed her. There's not a word of Paris that I never believed, so I don't get it. Why all the lies?

"Lapitan mo kasi, hindi mo mapapag-hiwalay 'yan kung hindi mo lalapitan."

And what? Make a scene? Embarrass her? No. My emotions were pent-up right now and I'm not sure I have control if I ever gone mad. I had to chill my ass down. I trust Paris, fuck it, I still do.

But she still slipped away.

My grandfather died but I'm wailing over Paris more. She'd managed to rip every inch of me.

Had I held her too tight or too loosely? Heavens I'm lost. Paris is my lighting guide and now that she's done with me, I don't know how to live life anymore.

The only thing that had kept me going is the fact that we're still very much married. And of course, Ricos. My little brilliant team mate.

"Tag team, how's mom?" That's Ricos' initial question when I got home.

"She's fine," I said. Trying to sound fine too.

It's been a little over a year now since Paris and I uncoupled. Nobody knows it except for the both of us. As a father, it's my responsibility to protect my family, to protect my son and my wife. Even if it hurts me so bad, I've kept everything to myself. Ricos shouldn't know. No one should.

In the eyes of everyone, I'm still the same husband eager to spend all the vacant time I could get with my wife in distance. All the video calls continued, it's all because of Ricos and nothing is about us. Because there's no more us. What a fucking fact.

"Did you kiss mom for me?" He asked.

I wish I could. I wish I could even kiss her for myself. I nodded my head, though the truth is, I didn't even get a closer look to my wife when I visited her abroad. She doesn't know I'm around. I had to make my move discreet,

Me secretly visiting Paris from time to time went on until she's done with her thing abroad and decided to come home for Ricos. No, Paris, it isn't just Ricos, you're fucking coming home for me.

"Man, chill." A pat from my shoulder got me, Zander let out a brief chuckle before he stood behind me.

He's my best man. Because Paris sees him as the best, well, after me of course. I'm her man, I should be everything best for her before anyone else. And no, I wasn't over with the idea of little Paris crushing over Zander while I'm all over her, nah, not until the time Zander got married.

"Is Paris already there?" I tensed.

"Wala pa. Malapit na." He laughed.

Nothing's funny about my question. I'm serious about asking on my wife. If it isn't just my wedding day, I'm making sure Zander will be floored.

"Wow, this blonde head surely meet the essence of my life" he muttered as he stared into the distance. No need for me to trace his gaze to know where he's looking at, rather whom.

"Marry her, bunghole" I said.

"We'll get there."

I looked down at my wrist, moving the cuff of my tux up to check on the watch I'm wearing. Few more minutes. Paris Amanda should be here! What's taking her so long? I'm starting to hate it.

My bowels were a coiled rattlesnake, ready to strike, just at the thought of Paris backing out.

"Dude, Paris ain't gonna chicken out, so you shouldn't be." Zander laughed again, it irritated me.

"I'll remember that and will spat it right in your face on your wedding day, you'll then know how bad I wanna beat you to the punch."

With Paris, I discovered myself more. I didn't know I was capable of understanding someone so much that I couldn't even explain how it happened, until her, until Paris happened. When she came back, she's still the Paris I used to love for as far as I can remember.

"Annulment, Paris?" I tried so hard not to shout at her but what she'd been telling me for minutes now is ridiculous. "Why? Is he asking for your fucking hand now?"

I refrained myself to look at her in the eye because I'm weak when it comes to Paris. Once I see pain crossed those dark eyes, I'm done. I'll be on my knees and will beg to death just to keep her.

My eyes swung a gaze on her hand, laced on her fingers and focused on the wedding ring that still tightly tucked in place. The one I've grown accustomed with. I'm determined to keep it there for the rest of our lives. So no fucking papers will be printed and shit out signed. No fucking way.

"No fucking way, Paris Amanda." I voiced out my thoughts. "Have you ever consider our son? Huh? Do you think I'd let you expose my three year old son in this kind of nonsense? No way, Paris. No way. If you fucking want an annulment, go annul yourself because I'm telling you again, there's no fucking way I'm gonna do it with you."

I rendered her dumbfounded. I'm not fucking shouting but I made sure she'll see how fucking furious I am. I missed her, no, still missing her. This woman doesn't have a dot of an idea how much I wanna rock her in my arms and she'll come telling me this shit? Just wow, Paris Amanda.

Her eyes looked scared, lost, shocked and almost everything. Damn, I scared her. She didn't expect me to lash out on her, I had always been gentle and careful, most likely sensitive about her feelings. But how the fuck is she expecting me to react on this? Lightly? That I'd even ask for a pen to happily sign her shit?

"The bridal car has arrived."

I almost hit the ceiling when I heard the announcement. Fuck it! Paris didn't ditch me. We're doing it. Again, we're doing something together. I had been married to Paris for years now, but this is different from the first time. That was more like a business deal than a wedding.

"How many heads before I see my wife?" I silently asked Zander.

The dickhead laugh again. It seems like he's enjoying watching me this way. Just wait until today is over and I'll kick off his balls.

"You should've told me earlier, I would've asked them for some headcount."

"Never mind," I don't wanna ruin my mood and had my elbow hit him in the face.

Marriage isn't a ring worn or a paper signed. It is not something endured but savored. It is the union of two hearts beating as one, each that would sacrifice for the other's happiness and wellbeing. Marriage is something so beautiful that in that natural world it would be an opening rose, always with radiant petals left to unfurl to a warm sun. Perhaps that is why we give roses to those we love and often have them at our sacred unions. Marriage is the blessing we give to one another, an eternal bond of soul-mates. Doing this with Paris makes it more special than it had ever been.

Paris is someone I'm never letting go. I'd rather kill myself than leave her be. I'm too madly smitten by her smart mouth, nothing can beat that.

She might've hurt me through those lies but that's not enough for annulment. My love for her isn't lame, I'd beat all the demons in hell just to keep her in heaven, with me of course.

Paris had my word. I won't let anyone or anything hurt her. I will make everything work for us. I can.

"I'm sorry, Tito Steve, I can't keep myself available for Viel every time she needs companion. I'm a married man, I've committed my life to my woman and my son. This thing about me helping Viel had been going on for some time longer than I've expected. I can't keep doing this and upset my wife all the time. I don't want her worrying on something, this has to stop."

He then glanced at the door of Viel's bedroom before he looked back at me. His eyes were lonely but there's a determination hiding behind it. One thing I'm not good at is refusing people, most especially if the favor is within my power. But this one is becoming an issue to my wife, not that she's stopping me from doing this. She doesn't have to say a word, I know her more than she ever know herself. Paris' action speaks louder than her words. I'm not gonna upset her by this, Paris is on top of my priority. No one comes more important than her and Ricos.

"My daughter adores you, Aidan."

"I am married."

"It's not like I'm asking you to have an affair with my baby girl, I just want you to watch over her." He said it as if my words sounded ridiculous to him.

"I'm not gonna babysit anyone but my child, Sir." I politely answered. "This thing is upsetting my girl, the woman I adore more than life. Do understand that as a husband, protecting my marriage and my family comes first before everything. I apologize, Tito, but I've said my words and I'm done here."

"There goes your bride, prick."

I couldn't remember how many times did Zander laugh since he stood in his position, but Zander will have the least of my concern now. Almost got zero. What I'm after at is the woman walking down the aisle.

My ever loving wife. Very much pregnant on her wedding gown. Riley is now four months on the way but my baby is still ain't showing up. I want Paris rounded again, I miss seeing her that way. It's been years and I couldn't wait for it anymore.

Months ago, I proposed a second marriage to my wife. I'd like us to have a traditional church wedding, my baby wife deserves it. I had it all fixed before she knew it, I was almost willing to marry her a week after my proposal but things had to adjust because her help was needed by Trigger and Thalia.

Trigger Romanov was Doctor Paris' first patient, he's a friend of her. He literally died, for some minutes his heart stopped beating and Paris brought him back to life and I couldn't be any prouder knowing that my woman played a huge role of a hero into someone else's life.

That night after she saved Trigger, I had her curled up above the bed, crying. She still couldn't believe she had done something that is literally larger than life.

Her dark-solemn eyes got my head spinning wild. Years after I laid a look at those eyes, I'm still the same teenager, swept and smitten. Her slender eyebrows and velvety eyelashes were made today. Paris is already perfect with or without make up. The tip of her dainty nose looks a little red, from the tears she's shedding. Then my eyes went down on her lips. Her lips that tasted nirvana had me all worked up every damn time. Making it so hard for me to keep it inside my pants.

Paris is perfect and quintessential in her off white wedding gown. The most perfect one I had ever seen. Romee could take all the money I've saved in the bank for this masterpiece she had created for my life's only masterpiece.

Few more steps and I'm finally home. Paris in my arms means nothing but home. I saw her dad whispered something on her ear, right there, the tears she'd been holding back, fell freely.

"I love you, dad. I love you so much" I heard her say that before pausing a step to hug her daddy.

Red Santa de Leones is a tough man, might be the toughest one I know. He had his baby girl in his arms before he motioned her again to the aisle, then our eyes matched. After years of knowing him as my father-in-law, same thrill and fright lit up in my chest with those eyes. Then his eyes flew beneath my shoulder, directing at Zander, before it went back on me.

He handed me Paris' hand, it's cold and sweaty. I didn't think much, I bent a little and kissed the back of her hand before setting her in my arm.

"Thank you, Sir" I told her dad.

He didn't say a word but his eyes were enough to warn me something like he's willing to plant a bullet straight in my head if I ever made his princess cry again.

"Dad said he knew all along you were good for me," Paris whispered as I took her in front of the altar. "He made me cry. He'd seen your worth just how everyone did, Aidan."

I was surprised. I never thought I'll be hearing it in this lifetime and the next. Dammit, the man looks ruthless but he ain't heartless. "Am I now allowed to call him dad?"

"We'll figure it out" Paris chuckled, a little bit loud, enough to draw attention. She had to cover her mouth with her hand and that's cute. "I'm so loud."

"Yeah, so loud" I whispered before I planted a kiss on her ear made more beautiful by her pearl earrings.

In an instant, her cheeks turned crimson. Just as I thought. My lady knows all the meaning behind my words. Good for her.

I myself don't understand why people cheat. So why the fuck will I cheat on Paris? Over what? Over Viel? Over someone I can live without? I'm more than that.

I've long loved Paris, even before she noticed me more than a breathing creature. I had nothing to do with that thongs, I cared less about that before Paris so why will it matter to me now?

I've had my share with women and I wasn't so proud of it because all I ever wanted now is to be solely for my wife. And Viel almost had it all fucked up.

"Aidan, you're here..." Viel's weak voice greeted me as I went inside her hospital room.

She's jailed in bed with apparatus connected to her. I know the girls had her beat up but I didn't know Lance got it this bad.

"They hurt me..." her tears rolled down her face.

"I'm not glad they did but I hope you now learned something from this." I looked at her, trying to figure out where's the friend I've known half of my life went. "I actually didn't know why I'm here."

"Aidan, they scared me" another sob before she continued. "Akala ko mamamatay na ko. Your wife was boiling with anger. And that Lance Dela Paz, she's a monster! I swear she's something else! Something more."

"Do you expect Paris to hail and kiss your feet after telling her that I'm all over you and that I'm cheating on her?"

She gave me a startled look, looking like a kid caught steeling on a cookie jar. "I-I, s-she w-was that's not t-true-"

"I've heard enough to ever trust your words, Viel." I cut off the excuses she's trying to put up. "I'd been nothing but a good friend you, I'm trying so hard to reason out why you did all these lies."

"Because I hate it!" She yelled at me. "I hate you being just my friend! I love you, Aidan. I'm in love with you since long ago. It's always been you but you never looked at me more than just a friend. I thought I had it all over but when I saw how much you love your wife, I realized that I want that kind of love from you. That's why I slipped my way-"

"Paris is pregnant and what you did almost cost their lives." For the second time, I cut her off.

"No way..." she shook her head, her eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh my God! No, way. I-I didn't know..."

"Now you did." I said. "I can't be friends with someone who has hurt my wife, goodbye, Viel."

I heard no words from her. She's literally dumbfounded. I didn't wait for any response, I turned my back and started walking towards the door. Soon as I had my hand on the knob, she called my name. I wasn't looking back. I didn't.

"Aidan, I'm sorry. Tell your wife I'm sorry."

"Do you Paris Amanda take Aidan to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

This is the time where I tensed, big time. I'm not sure if I'm ready to hear her vow, I'm afraid it might melt me and had me on my knees, crying. Everything about Paris is my weakness. I didn't even think it's possible for your weakness to be your strength both at the same time.

Paris held my hand, her eyes were dancing with so much happiness. Damn, I am that happiness. I'm so sure of it. "This thing I have for you, Aidan Zeus, was never a love at first sight. It's the kind of love that I had developed within, I loved you before I even knew it. I never thought I'm capable of loving someone, until you. Nothing comes close to perfection better than you do, Aidan. All I ever wanted now is to spend forever with you and Ricos and the family we're gonna grow."

"Oh I heard my name!" Ricos' voice standout and got the whole crowd laughing.

I turned to where he's seated, jailed on the lap of his grandfather, Red Santa de Leones. He caught my eyes and he beamed raising both of his thumbs.

"I love you, Aidan Zeus. I do take you as my husband again!" Paris giggled with tears all over her face. She slipped the ring on my finger and that's the puzzle that completed my life.

Now, it's my turn.

"Do you Aidan take Paris Amanda to be your lawfully wedded wi-"

"I do." Rude it maybe, but the question doesn't have to be finished for my answer. "I've told you so many times that I've long been in love with you, haven't I?"

A frown touched her lips. God, I took all the self-control I had not to free her face from her veil and kiss her senselessly.

"But I haven't really told you when this all started. Love, I'd been obsessed with you long before things happened. I saw you with your dark curls pulled back in a neat bun, giving me a full view of your perfect face. And I thought you're exquisite. Your eyes alone looks like heaven, you look wow. Do you remember the painting hanging on my wall the first time I took you there?" I'm all over her beautiful eyes were clouded with tears again, she managed a nod. "I purposely hid the beauty of my weeping woman, I hid your beauty on my first painting because I own it. For me, you were mine. The moment I set my eyes on you, I'm addicted. All I ever wanted then is to wipe your tears away and keep it from falling. I'm so in love with you, Paris Amanda. I'm so whipped, I'll worship the ground you walk on."

"Aidan..." her eyes widened in shock before she gave me a sun-bright smile. "Y-you... love me then?"

"And now." I chuckled, wetting the bottom of my lips with my tongue before I continued. "What's so surprising about that? Aren't you aware on how lovely you are? What's not to love about you, Paris? I'm damn head over heels crazy in love with you. You're the sun in my day, the wind in my sky, the waves in my ocean and the beat in my heart. I do, take you as my wife."

Paris Amanda Castañeda. Sounds perfect.

"With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

I smiled at my sweetest babe, taking over her veil. I bent down and pressed my lips on her. It seemed like time stood still as applause from the crowd rained making the moment even sweeter. The kiss was everlasting as our bodies were close, our hold on each other intensified as we kissed.

"I love you, Aidan..."

Everyone celebrated with us. I happened to marry a woman who belongs in a huge and influential clan, so leave it to her family to fill the spacious event hall they had set for the reception. If I were to be asked, I wanted to skip this shit because all I have in mind is Paris and the bed waiting for us. But yeah, these people witnessed so much of our ups and downs and had stick with us through hell and out. We owe them this and besides, the gleam of happiness striking Paris' eyes is priceless. I could spend all day doing nothing but to watch her. She's such a view.

"Congratulations." It was Trigger Martin seated on his wheelchair pushed by her pregnant fiancé walking up to us.

"Thank you," Paris answered for us because I'm taking a slice of cake inside my mouth, the one that Ricos had me eating.

"Tito Master Tol Pogi Idol!" Ricos beamed from sitting on my lap.

"Tol, musta?" Trigger chuckled.

"I'm all fine. Ikaw po? Hope you get better, we need to play a lot once you had your feet back."

"I hadn't lost my feet." Amused, he shook his head and grinned at Ricos. "You, Little Einstein. "

"I'm not Ricos Einstein. I'm Ricos Castañeda!" My baby boy looked up at Thalia who's smiling down at him. "Tita Sexy, pregnant ka din? Nag-swallow ka din ng baby? Si mommy pregnant din. Riley name ng baby namin sabi ni dad that means brave, what will be the name of your baby?"

Thalia laughed loudly. "Tangina, Ricos, ang daldal mo!"

"Thalia!" Paris snapped. "Your words!"

"Baby..." Even Trigger warned her.

"Sorry na, ito kasing si Ricos ang daldal!" She even giggled again. "Oh, sige na, kakain na kami. Congratulations ulit, Paris. And thank you, talaga, sobra."

"You've thanked me numerous time, Thalia." Paris said with a small smile on her lips.

"And we're thanking you again." Trigger smiled at her. "You're such a hero, Paris."

"Sige na, you two should go get your foods. Pauli-ulit na naman kayo eh," Paris chuckled and leaned her head on my shoulder, I smiled and kissed her there. She turned to me. "I love you, Aidan ko."

"Si daddy lang?" Ricos pouted.

"Of course, I love you more!" Paris exaggeratedly pulled Ricos in an embrace that made him giggle.

Scenes like this warms my heart in a way nothing had ever did. I had my arm snaked around Ricos and the other one clinging on Paris' waist. I never thought it's possible to hold your life. Well, I'm more than just holding it now, I'm hugging it and no, I'm never letting it go.

"Mom, can I go down and play with Ridge?" Ricos said before his eyes moved in a distance where his cousin, Ridge sitting in one corner with his mom giving him full attention.

Ridge is a little older than Ricos, the kid seems silent but he's never rude. They bond good. He's nice enough and always had his ears open for Ricos.

"Yes, you may." Paris agreed and just by then, he jumped off and run screaming Ridge's name. My son had found his new favorite person.

"Ooh, seems like I'm not his favorite Rowrow anymore..." Romee walked towards watching Ricos running towards Ridge without even passing a glance at her.

"My thoughts exactly." I chuckled.

"Ridge is a fine kid." My wife said, with a pleased smile on her lips.

"He ain't a Santa de Leones if he isn't fine." Ro shook her head. "Ridge popping out of the blue is something I'm still trying to fathom. Everything is just amazing, isn't it?"

"For sure!" Paris giggled.

Damn this beauty and her giggles. I'm on fire. I bent down to had my nose touching her hair, sniffing her scent. Oh, she smells heavenly. Paris snuggle closer on my side. I looked around, these people are my family now.

We had a little chitchat with Ro before she snatched my wife, if she hadn't been my favorite blonde I wouldn't let her. When I was left alone, my mother-in-law came up to me along with her brother, Roy De Salvo. How will I ever forget him? This man had kept his cool just like Exodus De Salvo while I'm being grilled by their coterie. I stood up and greeted them with a smile.

"Ma'am, Sir."

"Mom," Chiara Paula corrected with a giggle. So very much like Romee. "You should start learning the mom and dad thing now. Matagal na nga dapat."

"Congratulations," Roy De Salvo offered me a hand, I took it without making him wait. "I know from that very moment at Zanti's office that you'll make it this far. Alive and unbruised."

"He's such a lovely gent, Roy. He's so in love with my daughter."

Flattered with my mother-in-law's words, I humbly smile. "I don't know what to say, having Chiara Paula walking up to me to shower me praises took me above the skies."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head before she swung a gaze on her brother. "And yeah, we got some sweet tongue going."

Now that made me chuckle. They made a good conversation before my father-in-law walked up to us with Exodus De Salvo who didn't give me much more than a simple congrats. Before Roy De Salvo had his back on me, he made sure his words will make its way to my head and down to my heart.

"No relationship is all sunshine, but two can share an umbrella and survive the storm."

Damn, the man had that mouth full of wisdom.

"Hey!" Paris snapped from behind, hugging me tight before kissing my ear. "I saw mom and Uncle Roy come up here, I'm stuck with Romee and the girls, took me so long."

I waited a few second before composing an answer. It's hard to think straight feeling her boobs brush against my back and knowing that she wasn't wearing any bra underneath that tube dressed she changed her wedding gown into didn't help me at all.

"What did they tell you?" She asked, her hand making a smooth caress on my chest. I swear the black tuxedo beneath her palm ain't serving a purpose. I'm heated.

"Stuff about marriage, your uncle speaks so much of wisdom." I managed to answer.

She giggled, I'll be damned if I'd say it didn't cause me a stir. "He isn't Roy if he isn't wise."

"I know that now," my only response.

I couldn't talk. I had to keep my mouth shut before I'd start saying dirty things that are circling my mind. Paris Amanda is the only confusion I've had in my life, she's the only one I've tasted and couldn't get my tongue off. She's innocent before I took it and now, my innocent Paris is gone, she's wilder and more aggressive than she'd ever been.

My wife is such a cocktease. She started planting kissing on my neck, having her breath brushing across that spot already had my bones working, what more if she dip her tongue there.

And damn, she did.

"Hmm," she whispered. "Someone's uneasy..."

"Trying to keep it cool before I had you seated above this table in front, with me down in between your thighs. Eating the hell out of you." I made sure that only Paris could hear it, those were for her ears alone.

I felt her tensed, her arms around me tightened. She likes it. I've memorized my girl. I know all her likes and dislikes, I know everything.

"Do you want that? Having me down and dirty?" I know she loves that.

"Aidan..." she called in a whisper, that's what you get.

I let out a chuckle of triumph before reaching for her and have her settled inside my arms. How I love to hold her like this. I bent down to kiss her ears. Our position shifted and I'm hella sure that she's aware about my growing hard on, all because I'm so wrapped up to her.

"Matagal pa ba to matapos..." I kissed her ear.

"The comfort room is empty..." she suggested.

And what she said got my head thrown back with my laughter. Goodness, she really think I'm that sick-fuck? No way I'd ever make her feel cheap on our wedding day. Sure it's thrilling, public intercourse and every kind of intercourse with Paris seems to excite my system. But we have forever to try it, not now. No way I'm gonna taint this day with something kinky.

"I'm serious, Aidan." Her forehead frowned with her lips, God, my baby is cute. "You've teased me with your words!"

"And my tongue can tease you better" I chuckled again when she stiffened.

"I want that tongue to taste me, like right now!" She groaned out of frustration.

"I want that, too..." I admitted. "Don't worry, I can still wait."

"I don't know if I can."

I bit my lower lip to keep me from laughing and teasing her more. If I continue this, we might really end up spent in the lavatory. I have to keep my mind clean, for at least a couple of hours more.

"Pussy-whipped." Zach came over interrupting our moment, next to him is Oxygen who seems to grin the whole time with a bottle of beer on his hand.

"Congrats, man." Oxygen extended his arm to give my shoulder a pat, he then winked at Paris before he took a long swig of his drink.

If he ain't just my wife's relative and a good friend of mine, I would've kicked his ass. I don't like that wink he gave her.

"Ikaw lang pala katapat nito ni Paris." He added with a chuckle then he turned to Zach. "You're the next henpeck."

"All can wish," Zach gave out a smug smile.

The two had a fistfight a month ago, after Zach came back from where he's caving. Zach got Sasa pregnant and Sasa is Oxygen's cousin. Ox didn't think twice about landing a punch on his best friend's jaw soon as he's back. But they've fixed their issues now, Zach is set to marry Sapphire after childbirth. I just wish the baby can do something about Zach's behavior like what it did to me.

"All can hope, anyway" my wife rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Zach. Just don't suck on being a father."

My wife. How I love addressing her that way. It feels like, she's all mine. Well, she is.

Paris looked around. "Where's Ethan? I don't want him coming over you, ruining things and make everyone upset."

"Busy si Ethan." Oxygen cleared his throat when his phone started ringing. He answered it on stand, had his brows frowning. "Tangina, dyan ka lang. Pupuntahan kita. Wag. Kingina, wag kang aalis. Papunta na ko."

I snuggled on Paris' neck while she's looking at Oxygen with curiosity written on her face.

"Ain't it too early for a booty call?" Zach teased soon as he kept his phone back inside his pocket.

Oxygen just had his middle finger air. "Alis na ko, Paris, Aidan. May kailangan akong puntahan, medyo emergency. Congratulations again. Have a good life!"

"We will," I muffled an answer before dipping a kiss on Paris' neck. She shivered.

Zach turned to us and grimaced. "You're making my stomach sick."

At some time in the event, dad called me, he's with Alaric. He seems happy. I'm sure by now all the disappointment I've given him is paid off.

"I know I've raised gentlemen," the pride in his voice isn't masked. "I'm so proud of you, Aidan. I've told you so many times before that having a happy family is a man's greatest achievement. You have to keep it that way. I believe in you. I know you can."

"Thanks, dad."

All that I am today won't be possible if I'm not his son. My father, Safe Castañeda became the epitome of every good thing since I was a kid. He's all that I ever wanted to be. He set a good example for my brother and I to look up to. He loved mom dearly and I love him more for that.

"I like seeing how happy you are now." He said and grinned. "You're my boy, Aidan. I've changed your diapers and fed you through hell nights. Now you're all grownup, nearly a father of two. You remember what I've told you before about a happy man?"

The memories I had with dad when I was little got me grinning. "A happy man marries the woman he loves and happier man loves the woman he married. I'm both, dad. Guess I'm the happiest man to have ever lived in planet earth."

Dad bark a laughter, patting my shoulder. "Paris is your woman. Love her, take good care of her. Build a happy home."

"I will, dad."

He then shifted his eyes on Alaric before he swung a gaze back at me. "You two should talk. I'll get going."

When dad walked off, I had my eyes all on Alaric. I'm not stupid not to know what this is all about. Alaric is my brother, I know him more than he expected me to know him. He'd always kept a high wall between us. He's not like that when we were kids but he got some issues going on in his head that he had to deal with, I've kept my feet off, that's his thing.

"Congratulations," he said.

"Thanks."

Steely-eyes, he began. "I've always envied you for all the things that you are and I'm not. I like you, Aidan. I adore you just like everyone else does. But I kept it good to myself. Because my selfish side also hated you. I hate the fact that things were easy for you and struggle for me."

"That's not true, Alaric." I started to frown. Nothing that I have now comes easy, it took a lot of hard work from me, it almost drained me. He had no idea.

"Yeah, that was the selfish Alaric talking." He said. "I hated being compared to you. I hated being called boring while you're outgoing. This is shit and childish, Aidan but I've lived and deal with it for so long."

"You should've told me. I should've helped you." I didn't know what to say next. All along the animosity Alaric had given me is caused by his insecurities. Had I known it's all because of that, I should've secured him and his feeling that he's doing best and excels as his own person, that he didn't need to be compared with anyone. Most especially to me. I am his brother.

"I've managed to outgrown it, Aidan. Don't worry." A smirk touched his lips. "I like Paris. I find her special. I was planning to work things with her after we're done with all the commitments we had in school and all the hang ups we're dealing in life. But you came along, taking what should've been mine."

I know Alaric likes Paris. I've seen it in his eyes and by the way he looks at her. I tried to hold it but I ain't saint. Paris got me so whipped and smitten. "I played it fair, thing is, we think differently. You want her to deal with her own hang ups first before you. I want to help her deal with all of it. I've managed to."

"That's why I accepted my defeat." He chuckled. "I wasn't the man for her. You are."

Everything about today went according to plan and even go beyond my expectations. And now that I have my wife in my arms as I close the door of our honeymoon suite is just perfect. Tomorrow morning we'll fly to Paris for our two-week vacation. She wants Ricos to come with us but her mom and my mom agreed to give us time alone, so Ricos will be spending a week with mom and dad before he goes to the ranch and practice some horseback riding he'd been obsessed about lately.

Soon as the heel of her shoes touches the floor, I took her by the waist and lowered my head to capture her lips. Paris closed her eyes, opening her mouth for me. My tongue delved in, tasting her. She stroke her tongue against mine, I groaned. She's sweet.

I never believed in nirvana until she came, bewitching me. Her kisses are addictive, I need them everyday and I intend to have them everyday.

I walked her through the bed without breaking our kisses, I don't think I'll have a will power to stop tasting her. I started unzipping her dress, the touch of her bare skin smoked me up.

She reeled above the bed in wicked delight written all over her beautiful face, I stroke a gaze on her full view, clad with nothing but a hot red panties.

"Aidan, please..."

"Please what?" I chuckled, jerking off my tux and undoing my tie.

"Touch me, please..." she ached.

"Is that all?" I enjoyed watching her, eyes still closed, anticipating for my next moves. "Is that all that you want, baby?"

"No..." she groaned.

"Then tell me everything, tell me all that I can do to please you..."

Paris' skinny figure got those collarbones showing, I didn't think collarbones being out is hot, not until her. I love the sight of her breast as it hitched up through her breathing. My eyes lowered to her stomach, a little bulge in it made me ache. Knowing that my daughter is inside, warmed my heart. I didn't need no ultrasound, I know, I can feel it, that's my baby girl.

"Aidan, I want you to touch me. I want your head in between my thighs. I want your tongue sliding in. Oh, God! I want you!" She begged.

Only in bed will I let her beg. "Baby, I want that too..."

"Then, please. Do me now!"

One thing I love about her behavior in bed, she ain't shy to give me orders. I'm more thrilled by her bossy ass. Breakneck speed, I'm bare.

She opened her eyes when I started to join her in bed. I can't help a groan when she began studying me with awe in her eyes like I am such a beautiful masterpiece on her sight. I love how her dark eyes twinkled in dirty passion as it moved down to my crotch.

I could've fuck all her holes all because I couldn't get enough, but I'm in love with this sexy witch. I've managed to get ahold of my libido. I respect and love her more than I'm hard for her.

"Ready, love?" I breathed, getting on top of her, pulling her panties down.

She immediately locked her legs on my waist making the tip of my hard on slip into her heated and soaking opening. She took a sharp breath.

"Damn, babe, easy. We own the night." I chuckled, I wanted to thrust deeper but instead, I pulled out. I wanna worship her.

Before hearing her complains, I claimed her lips and began touching each and every inch of her. My lips trailed down to her jaw... down to her neck. I wanna savor her.

I mapped her body with mine. I've always loved her warmth. It's intoxicating.

Her breast brushed against my skin, it begged for attention. I began to touch it and Paris cried harder. Only in bed will I let her cry, only with me.

Aroused nipple reacted with my touch. I wanna linger my kisses more in her neck but fuck it, I need those nipples inside my mouth swift.

Her fingers tangled the strands of my hair when I took one side of her breast inside my mouth. She arched her back begging for more, I'll give her more. Damn, I will even give her the world if she ever ask for it.

"Fuck, Aidan..."

I kissed and suck each part of her body making sure that no area goes unnoticed. I kissed her stomach, her wanton behavior almost made me forgot she's pregnant. I should be extra careful.

Palming the apes of her thighs had her spreading her legs. She likes my attention all in her pussy. I can't stop myself watching her, eyes closed, her bottom lip caught in the middle of her teeth, all brazen appearance.

My finger slid an entrance while the others started playing around, rubbing her clit, causing her to hyperventilate. Writhing and begging, her response with my touch cause a stir in my loins.

"Aidan, head down... p-please" she screamed. "I'm close..."

My woman wants me head down. Then be it. I'm starting to become a dog, willing to obey his master, in exchange of touch, of course. 

I pulled out my finger and replaced it with my tongue, tasting her sweetness. I kissed her there just how I'm kissing her lips. Every part of her body smells nice, but this one is my favorite. It's addicting. Her feminine portal started to quiver, then she got my head locked in there with her hand.

I can't help but smile, my horny baby wants me to take all her release. I'm going to, without a word, I'm willing. It's my pleasure. Convulsed with her orgasm, I cleaned her, sucking.

"Aidan... don't stop" she sounds so tired.

"My baby is tired..." I crawled on top of her.

"I want you inside, please?" She made a face, I chuckled and started kissing her lips but she cut it briefly, pushing me away. "It's awkward to taste myself from you,"

"Darn, baby, it's hot!" I groaned, rubbing my thing on her. "Feel me, huh?"

Paris gasped with her eyes wide open. "Masarap!"

Got me laughing the fuck out of me. "Sarap mo kasi, putangina."

"Putangina!" She giggled like a kid. "Oh my God, this is so, putangina, Aidan!"

"Baby, you're driving me crazy." I snuggled on her neck, still laughing. Grabbing her thigh up to my waist, careful not to put so much weight on her, I have to make sure our baby is safe. "God, Paris."

Her hands started roaming around my body, I'm starting to lose it. I have to be gentle and tender with her.

Damp quivery thighs wrapped on my waist, I've always been a sucker of her long and slender legs. This had fill my fantasy for years and years.

"I can't stop touching you, baby" I said, lifting her ass a little to give it a hard squeeze. One of her favorites.

Her hand went down to my thing as she moaned. She took my shaft on her palm and started squeezing it the right way. After so many exploring in bed, I bet my woman had memorized my body just exactly how I had hers memorized.

She knows exactly how to pleasure me.

"Babe, can't hold it anymore" it's my turn to beg.

Paris smiled and slowly guided my thing in. First thrust is heaven. With essential speed I kept going. Paris rocked her hips against me in rhythm. I dragged my mouth from her, I need so much to kiss her before I had my teeth marking her skin, will surely bruise within the next few hours.

Driving my hips, deliberately stretching her. One last deep and primitive tugged that signaled, we both reached the frenzied race to fulfillment.

"Aidan, I love you so much..." her tired voice made me smile.

I want to keep her awake, I want to tell her so many things, about my weeping woman and everything else after that, but I have to be considerate. This babe is pregnant and had been up all day, I can't keep her up all night. Besides, I have forever ahead to spend with her.

Gathering all my strength, I rolled off her. I stayed watching her, she's fast asleep. The baby inside her must've some magic going on. I bent down and kissed her forehead.

Paris Amanda is the woman I'll spend the rest of my life with. Every time I look at her, I tend to fall in love with her over and over again. With her, comes a mixture of everything and she's worth every hell and all heaven.

"I love you, more. I love you, Paris Amanda."