**DISCLAIMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!: There's mentioning of spanking (a child lol sad I have to clarify that) in the beginning of this chapter. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion when it comes to punishing a child. Personally, I have 0 issue with people spanking their children AS LONG AS the child KNOWS why they're being spanked and has had a couple warnings BEFORE they're spanked. Spanking should always be a last resort when it comes to punishment. My sister and I were BOTH spanked when we were little because we were fucking terrible little shits who usually did whatever we wanted and warnings and timeouts literally never worked for either of us - but let me tell you what getting my ass whacked with a wooden cooking spoon did the trick lol. WITH THAT BEING SAID, I hold absolutely no resentment towards my mother for spanking me and I will probably spank my children in the future IF IT'S NEEDED. Abuse and light spankings to correct awful behavior are two totally different things.

OH, and don't come at me and say that every one of a child's temper tantrums stems from "unmet" needs. Yes, that can be the case sometimes, but other times (I know this first hand - trust me) you just throw a fit for shits and gigs because you want something 100% unnecessary and then get upset when you're told no. THAT'S ALL LOL.**

One Year Later

Scar's POV

I grumbled to myself as I checked my watch for the fifth time since we'd arrived at Knox and Poppy's place. Evangeline's mother has insisted that we all celebrate her and I's one year anniversary as a family, while all I wanted was to be at home all alone, drizzling melted chocolate on every surface of my woman's body before using my tongue to clean it up.

For some reason, Evangeline had grown self-conscious of her body within the last couple of months. I wasn't sure if it was because our one year was coming up and she didn't feel sexy anymore, or if she thought she'd gained weight. Either way, she was wrong and I wanted to use tonight to show her how wrong I thought she was.

If only it weren't for this stupid fucking dinner.

I'd played nice for not only my woman's sake, but also to keep my mother-in-law happy because to Knox her word is God, but damn if I didn't want to leave after we'd finished dinner. I wasn't sure why Evangeline was dragging this out and making us sit around her parent's living room chatting about nothing and everything, but I was starting to become more impatient by the second.

"Well, I think I've waited long enough. I have something I'd like to tell all of you." Evangeline spoke with excitement. Everyone gazed at me curiously, but I had no idea what she was talking about. "Especially you." She said after turning to me with a giddy smile.

"What is it, baby?" I prodded, having never liked being out of the know.

"We're pregnant." She confessed breathlessly. I sat in shock, staring at her lips while my brain tried to process the information she'd just told me. There was an eruption of noise around us as everyone talked amongst one another with happiness.

"We're having a baby?" I finally asked, voice barely above a whisper as I stared intently at her stomach. Now that I think of it, there was a little bulge that had become more noticeable to me now.

"Yes. Are you...are you happy?" She asked insecurely. My face instantly lit up into a smile so big it hurt my face. I wasn't sure what emotion I was feeling right now, but it made my chest clench up and hurt in the best way possible.

"I've never been this happy in my entire life. I've wanted this since the day you said 'I do'." I rasped out, voice thick with emotion as my eyes started to prick with tears. Standing up, I scooped her into my arms before digging my keys out of my back pocket and ignoring everyone's angry yells as I walked us to my truck. Evangeline giggled her head off but didn't protest. Now it was time to go home and actually celebrate.

Three and a Half Years Later

"Greyson, mommy said no." Evangeline said calmly but sternly. She gave our two-year-old son her signature warning stare before turning her back on him. Whoever coined the term terrible twos was a fucking genius because that's exactly what they are. Terrible. The tantrums this little dude has thrown since his second birthday six months ago is incredible. Tonight, he'd decided he didn't want to eat dinner, he just wanted to have his snack. When she'd first told him no, he screamed at the top of his lungs before throwing himself on the ground and continuing to yell. This time, angry that his mother told him no once again, he threw his plastic dinosaur across the room, causing the paint on the wall to chip.

"Greyson Knox McGuinness! I've told you, you need to eat dinner first before you can have a snack twice now. This is your final warning or mommy is going to spank you, do you understand?" Evangeline stated in a no-nonsense tone. Usually, a final warning is all the little man needs, but I guess tonight he was just not having it, even though he just had a small snack an hour ago. Instead of calming down, he grabbed a hold of his toy chest and pushed it over onto its side, causing all of the contents to spill out all over the living room floor.

I could see that Evan was at her wit's end. With taking turns getting up in the middle of the night to feed or rock our six-month-old, she hadn't been getting much sleep. Even if I was the one getting up, it still woke her. Having kids had made her the lightest sleeper I knew.

"Greyson, that's enough. Come here." I ordered, knowing that I needed to back her on her decision to punish him after giving him several warnings to no avail.

"No! I want snack!" He screamed, snot running down his nose as he cried. Moments later, Harper started to wail from her closed off playpen, probably hungry and ready for another feeding. Glancing at Evangeline, she looked like she was about to have a mental breakdown. Swiftly getting up from where I was sat on the floor next to Harper, I swooped down to pick Greyson's thrashing body up in my arms before taking him to his room where he would no longer have an audience.

"Greyson, how many times did mommy tell you, you couldn't have a snack before dinner?" I asked, crouching down in front of him as I watched him continue to cry between hiccups.

"T-three." He sobbed. I could already tell he was regretting how he behaved just from the way his face was turning from angry to guilty. I knew I wasn't going to have to spank him this time. Hardly ever did he get to the point of needing to be spanked - but he still knew that we would if he didn't start to behave.

"So why did you keep yelling after she told you no?" I questioned.

"B-because I w-wanted it." He stuttered as his lower lip quivered. My heart melted at the sorry expression on his face as he sucked his thumb into his mouth while cradling his baby blanket in his chubby little arms for comfort.

"I know buddy, but we have to listen to what mommy says. You know that." I reasoned before pulling him into my embrace while resting a hand on the back of his head. Kissing his forehead I leaned back to give his cheeks the same treatment before wiping his snot off with the sleeve of my shirt. Being a dad has changed me so much.

"What do you say, should we go out and apologize to mommy?" I asked him. He hid his ashamed expression behind his blanket before nodding sheepishly. I stood from my crouched position as he reached his arms up in the air, motioning for me to pick him up and carry him. I hoisted him up to rest on my hip and carried him with me to his little sister's room down the hall where I knew I would find Evangeline.

Greyson tucked his head into my neck as he clutched at the t-shirt material over my chest. Pushing the cracked door all the way open, I peeked in to see the familiar sight of Evangeline swaying in the rocking chair, a pillow sitting on her lap with Harper rested on top of it. She was gazing happily down at our little girl as she nursed contentedly, looking much more relaxed than before.

"We'll be downstairs waiting for you." I rasped out huskily, having made the mistake of staring at her enlarged tits for too long. She rolled her eyes at me while nodding in acknowledgement before giving Harper all of her attention once again.

She's expressed to me numerous times how much she loves breastfeeding; I could sit and listen to her talk about it for hours simply because of the look she gets in her eyes when speaking of the connection she feels with our children. Who would've fucking known I would get turned on listening to my wife talk about breastfeeding?

Unfortunately for me, she refuses to let me anywhere near her tits and has done so since Harper was born. It was the same situation with Greyson, too. Our kids get all-access passes but the second daddy wants to play with her tits, I get smacked and pushed away. A load of bullshit if you ask me.

Setting Greyson in his high chair at the table, I began to dish out his plate of dinner as I waited for Evangeline to join us after putting Harper to bed.

"Thank you." She whispered from behind me as she began helping me set the rest of the table. I just smiled and pecked her lips in response.

"Mommy..." Greyson called out timidly, his eyes large and watery as he watched Evangeline's every move.

"Yes, baby?" She asked while making her way over to him. He reached his hands out and wrapped them around her neck once she'd leaned down to his height.

"I'm sorry." He murmured so quietly I just barely heard it. Evangeline mumbled something reassuring back before giving both of his pudgy cheeks a quick kiss.

I kept my eyes on the baby monitor while we ate while wondering what I did to be so lucky to have this life.

14 Years Later

Walking through the front door, our yellow lab came running towards me while barking his head off.

"Hi, buddy!" I yelled out playfully while riling him up. I leaned over and rubbed his belly as his tongue lolled out the side of his mouth.

"Dad!" Cooper, our ten-year-old yelled before jumping on me. I caught him before ruffling his hair and kissing his forehead.

"Hey, little man!" I said before walking with him into the kitchen where I found the love of my life cooking dinner with our daughter, the two of them belting out some top 40 song that was playing on the radio. My smile instantly lit up as I pulled both of my girls into my embrace and showered their cheeks with kisses.

"Dad, stop!" Harper squealed through a laugh before effectively shoving me away. I wrapped both of my arms around Evangeline's body and swayed her back and forth, kissing her neck every-so-often as she giggled and stirred the massive pan of stir-fry. It didn't get passed me that both of our children had made themselves scarce - they always said, "No matter how often you and mom show PDA, it's still weird!"

"Where's the first shit head?" I murmured against her sensitive skin as she let out a silent moan.

"He had football practice after school today. He and the b-boys should be here any minute." She explained as her eyes lit up with lust as her voice caught in her throat.

"Fuck. They never leave this house. How am I supposed to take you in every position possible when there are twenty different ears listening?" I growled out, feigning annoyance. My efforts of soundproofing our bedroom only lasted until after Greyson was born - then Evangeline demanded I get rid of it so she could hear our children from our bedroom for whatever reason need be.

I could tell my words affected her body almost instantly as her nipples began poking through her long sleeve shirt.

"Well, we'll have to figure something out then, won't we?" I purred against the shell of her ear. She nodded without saying anything as she ground her ass back against my straining erection. I was about to grind my hips against her own when the sound of the front door banging against the wall echoed throughout the kitchen before Greyson and his herd of friends came charging into the room. "Fucking A." I groaned before adjusting myself in my shorts and pulling away from my woman. She pressed her hands to her flushed cheeks before clearing her throat and turning to face everyone.

"Hi, honey. How was practice?" She asked sweetly, always giving our children her full attention when they spoke.

"You're never going to believe it, mom! Coach said he's replacing me as starting quarterback for the varsity team!" Greyson exclaimed excitedly.

"Baby, that's awesome!" She chirped happily while rushing to pull him into a hug and kiss his cheeks.

"What about me, Mrs.McGuinness? I did great at practice too." One of Greyson's mouthier friends teased while tilting his head to the side to expose his cheek before tapping the area expectantly. He got the surprise of his life when I grabbed him by the back of his neck and forced him to make eye contact with me.

"Wanna repeat that, kid?" I sneered, a challenging glint in my eyes that I knew scared the little fucker shitless. I heard Evangeline gasp behind me before pulling at my arm as Greyson and the rest of his friends laughed under their breath.

"Sebastian, let him go." Evangeline demanded in a hushed whisper. I did as told because I really didn't need her withholding sex from me tonight. Not with how hard I've been all day just thinking about her.

"I warned you." Greyson chuckled before grabbing a Gatorade from the fridge and leading the horde into the living room. I stopped him just before he disappeared and pulled him into a hug before clapping him on the back.

"I'm proud of you. I know how hard you've been working in and out of practice for that position. You deserve it so much more than that idiot senior." I praised. His eyes lit out before he hugged me once again.

"Thanks, dad." He said before smiling and walking off. I felt a pair of lithe arms wrap around my torso before looking down to see Evangeline's mischievous smile staring back at me.

"I just finished cooking them food. If we go now, they'll be too distracted to hear what we're doing upstairs." She whispered naughtily. My lips pulled up into a half smirk before I hoisted her body up my own and carried her to our bedroom.

Life could not be any better.