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Angel's POV

Finally, Max and I was having a wonderful night together after the last days that all we did was bickering like a cat and dog. Although each time, it ended with an angry sex to make it all up. And I wasn't really complaining to be honest. 

At some point, I had to deliberately pissed him off just to get him pounced on me when he had enough of my stubbornness or when he can't bend me, like a hungry beast. 

Angry sex was the best if I may say so.

And of course, I won't ever tell him that.

And those orgasms was the best. And now I understood why they called it little death. I'd definitely felt that way when he pounded on me like there's no tomorrow, fucking his frustration out on every thrust, and ate me like a man who starved for months, years, until I shattered deliciously, almost blacking out as the tremors of pleasure racked my body to oblivion.

And usually, I passed out after he gave me multiple orgasms in just one round before he let himself combust. I don't know where his stamina coming from cause he usually looked exhausted, but he seemed to be getting even more powerful each time we fuck. Not that I'm complaining.

And the thought of the day was getting better when a loud explosion cut into the peacefulness of our afternoon. 

And I screamed, cause I felt the ground shook. An earthquake? 

Fear gripped me, thinking it's the end of our life.

My hands flew to my ears as I curled into a ball on the sofa. Then I felt Max next to me, closing his big, brawny arms around me, protectively. My body trembled, and Max cooed soothing words and gradually I relaxed in his embrace.

I didn't even realized my eyes are shut tightly.

I peeked my eyes open, and I saw small dust clouds coming from the ceiling, like smoke raining down on the living room. 

"FUCK!" Max cursed as he gently tugged me upward, and I scrambled off the sofa. "Let's get out of here," he growled as he rushed to the door. 

I followed him, palm covering my mouth and nose to avoid sniffing the dust and debris that seems to come from everywhere, not even caring I was only wearing one flipflop.

I didn't waste time looking for the pair of my flip flops, too eager to get to safety, as well as to find out what was all that about.

And I stopped next to Max watching the chaos in front of our lawn.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed in horror. My palm flying to my mouth.

I've never thought I'd see this horrific scene in real life. I only see this on TV. Piles of cars and SUVs that now look like  a pile of metal scraps.

A trailer truck plowed the cars, blocking the road. The trailer of the truck flipped over, laying onto the curb, blocking the walk path. 

And I was more even horrified when I realized, two SUVs rammed into our vehicles, rear ending our SUV, as well as my car by a black Chevy Silverado truck. 

Seeing the side of my car kissing the side of our SUV, not the gentle way but fucking the hard way. It was a huge . Actually, the side of my sedan impacted our SUV side causing a huge dent from the back door all the way to the driver door. 

Soon, the sound of sirens overlapping with the blaring horns and engines arriving. Police cars and ambulance filed up on the other street.

I was wondering what was the truck doing business on our street. Truck was not supposed to go through our road since it was too narrow. There was a sign everywhere that trucks are not allowed to pass this street.

Stupid driver.

"FUCK!" Max growled when realization hit him.

He thrust his fingers through his hair as he scanned the damages in front of us. 

I saw Marshall and Mark scurried towards the chaos, and Max unconsciously following them, leaving me behind. 

I was still in shocked, and I even didn't realized I was still trembling, palm over my lips as I stared in a frozen state at the scene.

The smell of smokes coming from the piles of cars in various angles, the smell of metals, a hint of burning scents filling the air.

And then, my eyes landed on a gray truck that drove into one side of our house, close to the living room, and that's explained why the house shook at the impact.

It wasn't a small damage. Almost half of the Dodge truck disappeared into the wall. 

And when I saw my husband, with the securities helping out some of the drivers that got injured, hauling them out of their wrecked vehicles, I rushed to them. 

I didn't even care about me running one bare foot as my mind was on helping giving first aid or however I could help.

Firemen and policemen rushed towards us with their equipments, and my afternoon was in blur. 

My heart ached even more when I saw a mother with her two kids, a 4 year old boy and her 1 year old baby. She went to pick them up from daycare. She was disoriented, her forehead was bleeding, and her kids hasn't stopped crying. They were worried with their mother.

She was unconscious behind her wheels, and just got her conscious back when two paramedics pulled her out, cutting the seatbelt in the process since it was stuck. 

Her eyes was dilating, and she was groaning and wincing occasionally. And she complained not just once but many times of a throbbing headache. 

"What's your name?" Max asked, perusing her eyelids.

"Jennifer Griffin," she answered weakly, then she winced, her hand flew to her temple and massaged it.

Max assessed her, even though we knew she has a concussion while conversing with her.

"Do you have anyone to call to watch your kids? We need to send you to the hospital," Max told her gently, and she mumbled softly. Her eyes darting from Max to her kids. I was holding her little daughter. 

Both kids' cherub cheeks are wet with their tears.

"Mommy," her son cried. 

"Sshhh.. it's okay," his mother cooed, smiling at him, but her eyes a little unfocused.

Max, who was fortunately has his phone stashed in his pocket, pulled it out and begin to tap on the screen. 

The mother softly mumbled her husband's number.

"He was probably on top of her mistress," she added after, the bitterness in her tone mixed with anger was palpable.

Max winced at the intensity of her silent anger.

"I'm fine," she muttered as she closed her eyes grimacing. And then tears running down her pale cheeks. "I think I'm fine. Just a Tylenol, and I should be fine," she croaked, but there's doubt in her weak tone.

Jennifer, the mother, who was laying on the gurney, with two male paramedics strapping her safely, opened her eyes and found her kids. She smiled weakly at her kids, and then gave me a grateful look.

Max called the father of the kids, and found out he was with his mistress and told us he can't drive and watched for the kids since his 'baby' as he calls her mistress, pregnant and not feeling well.

Max cursed, his jaw was taut, and I felt the anger radiating off him. I felt the same way.

I haven't felt that strong emotions of killing someone. And that's exactly how I felt for the douche canoe.

"God, I hate him! So much!" Jennifer muttered softly and vehemently. Her voice broke, but held so much edge, raw anger.

"I don't need to go to the hospital. My kids needs me," she muttered weakly, almost resigned. Max shook his head.

"You need to, Ms. Griffin," Max told her in his intimidating tone. And before she could say anything, she throw up all over her. And that's when she nodded in approval, fresh tears flowing, and my heart ached for her. 

"I'll take care of your babies," I said, and she tried with embarrassment to clean her chest and thighs, and then grimaced. One paramedic, Sean didn't think twice to help her clean up, and I don't know where he found those wipes as I tried to step back and away from the putrid scent.

And my stomach was protesting, and I could feel the bile bubbling up my at the back of my throat. I held it back as I watched them rolled the gurney towards the ambulance after a while.

My heart squeezed at the thought of what Jennifer was going through.

She said she was pregnant with her daughter, Ivy when she found out her husband was screwing her bestfriend.

Fuck, her bestfriend. If that was me, that bitch was six-feet underground.

And her mother, the person who helped her raised her son passed away a year ago. Her husband had never been a good husband to her, but she loved her son, and her son adored his father and was the only reason she tolerated him long enough.

The last stroke was when she came home from work early because she was ill, she found them on their bed. 

Her husband's dick was in her bestfriend's asshole, like dogs. The two was lost in their own disgusting pleasure world they didn't even notice her when she walked in on them, moaning... no howling like two mother-ducking rabid dogs.

And as Jennifer relayed it, she was crying. And I cried for her deep inside me. 

And that, I decided I'll watch over her kids while she goes to the hospital, and until she is able to take care of them.

It was almost dawn when finally, the road was cleared, and finally open.

The two finally stopped crying, and I was happy that they were comfortable with us. I was glad Jennifer has bags of clothes for her kids and diapers for Ivy and wipes.

And while Max was dealing with insurance for the damages of our house, I busied myself making dinner from whatever scratch I found in our fridge.

I'm just glad Spencer, the four year old boy was not picky with food.

I made pasta, and just opened up one of our ready made pasta jar. A vodka pasta sauce that I didn't even know was there.

I cut Ivy's penne pasta into tiny pieces, and she ate all of it. I wasn't sure if she's drinking breastmilk since we were too focused on getting the injured people safe, I forgot to asked about Ivy's milk.

I decided to just give her a cup of our 2 percent milk. 

Ivy drank them from a cup. I was relieved the kid was very independent.

The two was now sleeping on our king size bed after giving them a bath, and Max and I on either side of the bed so they won't fall in case they will spin during their sleep.

I know most kids tends to rotate on all directions during their sleep, like a spin top.

"I was thinking to sell this house and move," I heard Max muttered in a contemplating tone, and I thought about it.

The past years, it was quiet, but these days, it's getting busier, and I know it's not a safe place anymore. 

"Where do you want to move?" I asked quietly.

I was on my side, facing Ivy. She was sleeping soundly next to me, half of her face burrows on the soft pillow.

And Spencer was close to Max. And I imagined it was our kids. I suddenly longed to have our own. The feeling of our own little girl that look like my husband, snuggled to my chest as she sleeps made my heart constrict with intense longing.

I unconsciously stroke Ivy's soft and creamy cheek with my finger, so softly like a feather so not to wake her.

The soft light coming from our alarm night light on Max's side gave a soft glow, and I could see the shadows of Ivy's long lashes. Her small pert nose. 

"Close to my parents," Max replied, taking me eyes off Ivy's adorable face. 

Max pulled the covers up when Spencer kicked the blanket, and before Max tucked him under the covers, the boy rolled lower, away, kicking the covers away in his sleep,  closer to the foot of the bed.

Max pulled himself up as quietly and gently as his big frame can so he won't jostle them and wake up Ivy.

He gently scooped Spencer who didn't even stir when he lay him next to his sister, and then Max lay back down next to Spencer, pulling the covers up, tucking them both under. 

I was smiling as I watched them. 

He was so gentle, and I know he'll be a very good father someday. And just like that, a pang of longing hit me like a freight train. 

I imagine Max with our son. Our kids. The picture of him, fretting over them, I suddenly ached to have. 

Involuntarily, my palm rub my chest as my mind wandered.

Someday... I thought to myself.

I don't know what time when finally exhaustion took over, and I woke up with the bed empty. I felt like I didn't sleep at all. I woke up multiple times cause Ivy cried in her sleep, looking for her mommy for sure. 

My eyes darted to the alarm clock and the red digital clock screaming it was past midday. 

I dragged myself up, wondering where was my husband and the kids. I quickly took a shower to completely wake my system up before finding them.

Half hour later, I was in my jean shorts and a pink wife beater tank top. 

I found them in the den, Spencer watching on youtube from Max's laptop. Laptop that he never shared with anyone cause he used it for his work.

And now, these kids had bended all his rules.

Ivy was sleeping on my husband's chest while he was on the phone, cradling Ivy with so much gentleness that contradicted his brusque, brawny features. The little girl blissfully nuzzled her cheeks on my hubby's hard chest, all the while talking on the phone in his low tone. 

And the picture made my chest tight with longing to have our own kids, and at the same time, softened at the affectionate scene. My husband picture with a little girl in his arms was a sight to behold, and now, having our own becoming an incessant ache in my chest.

I wanted my own, soon. I want kids with my husband. A thought that never occurred to me, not so soon anyway. 

And Ivy looked so tiny in Max's brawny arms. 

When Max saw me at the entrance, he smiled. He looked exhausted, but that soft, genuine smile wiped out those tired looking eyes, and lit up his hard looking lines of his handsome face.

And Christ, my heart started picking up speed. My husband was looking good this morning, even though I can see the bags under his beautiful eyes, a tell tale of lacking sleep, but he looked happy. Genuinely happy.

"Morning," I rasped, and I swallowed hard to clear my throat. Tears prickling behind my eyelids.

And my body started to sizzle with desire, flowing through me from the tip of my hair to my toes. Desire for my husband. I wanted to climb him like a tree and kiss him hard, and have my way with him, and start making babies. 

He was still in his pair of flannel pyjama bottoms and riding low on his hips, showing his tight, rounded rear. Sweetest ass I've ever seen.

And he sauntered closer to me, meeting me and dipped his head down and gave me a hard kiss. I moaned softly and then sighed blissfully, breathing in his musky, very masculine scent I loved so much. 

Wishing there was no kids and so I could do dirty with him.

"You look so good for lunch," Max drawled as he straightened and glanced at the little angel in his arms, and back to me before dropping me another kiss on my forehead.

"I love them, but I wish we are alone," I sighed, darting my eyes to Spencer who hasn't moved or glance my way since I walked in.

He was too occupied to whatever he was watching.

"I'm going to the hospital today, but I'll come home as soon as the meeting is over," Max said, and I nodded. 

"There's still coffee in the coffeepot, and breakfast for you," Max said, and I nodded. I don't know how he did it. I meant, having two kids while making breakfast.

"Spencer," Max called, but the boy's attention was glued on the screen. 

"Spencer!" Max called a little louder, and just then the boy tore his eyes off the screen, and he smiled at me when his eyes landed on me. 

"Hello, auntie Angel," he cheerfully said before darting his eyes to my husband, waiting for his instruction.

"We will just be in the kitchen, don't touch any button, okay?" Max told the kid and he nodded. "If you need help, come and call me," he added. 

Spencer just nodded his head vigorously, before darting his eyes back on the screen. Once in a while, he giggled.

When I looked at Ivy, she just stirred lightly, then burrowed her face into my husband's chest, then snored softly. She looked so comfortable in my husband's arms. 

I would, too.

I smiled, and Max caught me staring at her.

"Someday, we will have ours, and she will look like you," he murmured, meeting my eyes. There was that longing too in his eyes, and I nodded.

My heart felt like bursting with so much love to this man. I stood on my tippy toes and tilt my head up to kiss him. He had to lean down to meet my lips, cause he was too tall, even with my tippy toes, I'm still off. 

One brawny arm curled around me, and I hugged them, careful to not squeeze the little angel in his arms.

After that heated kiss, Max one arm still on my back as we headed towards the kitchen.

"Did you hear anything about Jennifer?" I asked.

"Yes, and they need to keep her for a few days. She's still vomiting and nauseous. They did CTScan, but the results wasn't in yet. We will know before the day ends. Dr. Khalil will call me as soon as he gets the result."

I felt happy, cause I get to keep the kids for a few days. I'm beginning to like the role of being their mommy for a few days.

"How about her sorry excuse of a husband?"

I felt Max tensed with anger.

"The doctor called him but he said he had nothing to do with her, and that piece of shit didn't even care about his kids," he said through gritted teeth.

Hearing about it, it set my anger.

"I want that man pay for what he did to her!" I hissed through clenched teeth, my hands curled into fist, and imagine to punch that poor excuse of a man's face into pulp.

"It's better if Jennifer will stop seeing this man. I found out that he's dealing with a street gang, and it's not safe for her kids to associate with this type of people. It's better this way he's out of their life."

And after hearing it, I agree. 

"Eat, then I'll go get ready. Marshall and the guys can help out if you need respite," Max muttered before dropping me another kiss on the top of my head. 

"I'm fine," I assured him, and patted his arm.

"Why don't you go and put her down on our bed, just put pillows on either side of her, then I'll come upstairs to watch her once I'm done eating," I said in a cajoling tone, and he nodded. His eyes glowing with love, and I melted again. 

If not with that little angel in his arms, I'm already all over him.

Max agreed.

A few hours later, Max left. I got a call from Ms Debra too. She wondered if when I'm coming to visit her again. I relayed to her what happened briefly, just what happened to the kids' mom, and why I can't see her for the coming days.

The next day, construction workers came to fix the holes, almost half of the side wall collapsed due to the impact. 

And the coming days was even busier than ever. And I thought it couldn't get any worse, two words, and it shattered my heart.

I was not prepared. 

..............

We are nearing the end...