@princessJen_nifer said:

Could you do a one-shot on Charlotte and that boy that was mentioned in the story or any boy in general so we can see Slade's reaction?

Rating: Non-mature

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Slade Kolosov's POV

My nightmare had finally come true.

After years of waiting, it has finally been fulfilled and there wasn't anything I could do about it.

I could feel my left eye twitching as I gripped the wooden surface of the handrails of the stairs in our home. I was pretty sure that my knuckles had turned white from how hard I had been clutching onto it.

There wasn't a doubt as to what I just saw and was currently hearing.

My daughter, my youngest daughter and well the only single daughter I had left had a boyfriend.

Fuck that and fuck whoever the boy was.

Gritting my teeth, I prepared to take a step down from the stairs to blow the roof of the house when fingers grabbed my arms and dragged me rather forcefully back.

Opening my mouth to protest, I was met with Mel's warning glare and wisely, I closed my mouth, but not without giving her my deadliest scowl.

And after years of marriage, Mel didn't even bat an eyelash. Frowning inwardly at that, I allowed her to pull me away from the staircase landing and into our bedroom.

Watching my wife drag me away, I was wondering where the hell did she get the strength to lug me around from one area to the next since I wasn't really entirely giving in.

Once our bedroom door was locked, I turned to her and stared coldly at her seated figure. "What the fuck, Mel!"

Seeing her still form waiting patiently for my rage to subside only fuelled it into a forest fire. "You're actually letting her go out with some high school cretin? OUR CHARLIE?! WHAT THE FUCK! FUCK THAT!"

Mel stared at me, nonplussed, arms crossed over her chest while raising an eyebrow knowing that I wasn't done with my rant.

"She's only sixteen! Charlie knows that she can't date until she's forty!" I spat, my blood pounding through my veins at the very image of her and that fucking worm with his hands on her.

At that, Mel rolled her eyes and stood up and headed towards me and before she could say anything, I began pacing along the wooden floorboards and I was pretty sure I resembled a caged animal, waiting to pounce on my nearest unsuspecting victim.

"Slade, get a grip. Forty? Really?"

I ignored her, trying to control my temper. My hands were fisted and taking a quick glance into Mel's vanity mirror, I looked deranged. Or like an escaped convict.

"Slade," Mel prompted, hands reaching out for me to stop. Reluctantly, I paused, allowing her to step in front of me but still, I avoided looking at her.

"What?" I bit out through gritted teeth, continuing to clench and unclench my fists.

Mel sighed before her hands slipped into mine, intertwining our fingers as she stared earnestly up at me. "I know this isn't easy. Especially after Kat is off with Raphael but this is part of life and you have to accept that."

"She's just sixteen," I protested angrily, but the tension was already leaving my body and Mel could sense that as she offered me a small smile before leading me to the bed.

Reluctantly, I sat down at the edge as Mel sat next to me. "Yes but there isn't much you can do, can you? If Charlie wants to date, you can't stop her. Yes, there may be ground rules to be given of course, but-" Mel sighed as she squeezed my fingers reassuringly.

"This is just it. Life," she finished and I looked away, not wanting to accept what she was saying, despite knowing them to be true.

It was hard knowing that my children were growing up, leading their own lives where they didn't need me anymore.

Not that I was going to admit it to anyone, not even Mel, who was most probably going to start cooing and gushing about me having a heart.

"I'm not saying anything," I insisted while Mel grinned at me, brown eyes playful. And at that very sight, my stomach flipped and for perhaps the millionth time since I met her, I wondered what the fuck had I done to deserve someone like her in my life.

I wasn't an idiot. I knew that I was hardly a saint - not that I was admitting to one.

I wasn't someone easy to put up with. I was moody, stubborn, argumentative and had a terrible history with women as well as having the baggages from my past. Not to mention, I had rather sketchy dealings, I was basically a criminal for fuck's sake. And I wasn't ashamed to admit it.

In short, I had issues.

But somehow, here came this incredible person who accepted me as who I am, while never trying to change me but instead, made me want to be a better person for her.

I hadn't realised I needed Mel in my life until she had literally assaulted me years ago in that parking lot in Chicago. With that damned can of pepper spray.

She accepted my flaws, loved me, married me and gave me children that adored me and I knew for sure that I could never live life without her in it.

She was the opposite of me, complementing my darker brooding nature with her cheery positive self. With that being said, I balanced her idealistic tendencies with my realism.

With her strawberry blonde curls that were now at her shoulders, to those wide brown eyes that were always filled with love when she looked at me, and to how she always seemed to fit against me like we were two jig-saw puzzle pieces. I loved it all.

Even her penchant for buying stupid scented candles, her damn swear jars, her historical romance books, her annoying habit of leaving her shoes everywhere in our home which often resulted in me tripping over them on more than one occasion.

I just stared at her, my eyes dropping to her neck where the ruby necklace that I had restored for her hung on a delicate gold chain before flitting to her left hand where the wedding band and engagement ring rested.

My heart pounded and a surge of affection and love for this woman that I had the luck to call mine filled up in me.

"I know Kat and Charlie are your little angels while Sebastian is your proud 'mini me' but no matter what they're up to in their life or how old they are, nothing would change. You're a great father to them," Mel smiled before frowning. "Excluding your horrid language of course."

Without thinking, I blurted out, "I love you." My hands tightening their grip on her slim ones as I looked at her.

Mel blinked and her mouth worked for a while, trying to come up with a response before she gave up and frowned. "Okay, what did you do?"

I rolled my eyes at that.

Alright, I took everything nice I said back.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," Mel answered slowly, as she crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head, eyeing me suspiciously. "It's just, you don't really say that unless something really bad has happened."

Seeing the uncomfortable expression on my face, Mel softened and leant forward, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"You don't say it often, but you show it to me, which is something I treasure more," she began and rubbed her hands lovingly on my jaw. "Actions say more than words."

I swallowed harshly, not trusting myself to speak. I guessed no matter how the years have passed, I was still not really comfortable with voicing my inner thoughts and feelings.

"And, to reply you, I love you too," Mel beamed and the only response I could give was tugging her roughly towards me as our lips met.

Mel sighed before pulling away with a mischievous grin. "Not now, you promised Sebastian that you would teach him to drive while I have to go call Claire and Grayson up regarding dinner tomorrow."
I scowled at her as she stood up and kissed me quickly on the cheek before leaving the room.

Reluctantly, I got up to my feet and turned to my left to only trip on something lying on the floor. 

Unfortunately, I lost my balance and smacked the tip of my right foot onto one of the legs of the bed.

Pain flashed through my nervous system as I began cursing. "FUCK! Your damn shoes Mel!"  

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A/N: Finally an update! I'm so sorry this took so long  Hope you guys enjoyed this! I'll slowly be back to updating regularly!