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Joseph

Monday, February 2, 2023

Afternoon

"So, 21 years later were finally telling you the story..." Both of them stared at me in disbelief. The silence of the house was loud, and I looked around awkwardly. "You guys wanted to know..."

"Dad. You are badass..." My daughter gasped, moving her blonde hair out of her face.

"Seriously!" my son protested, dangling his feet off the side of the kitchen counter. I just laughed, pulling them both into a hug. "No, but she's right dad. You are a badass..."

"No wonder I'm his favorite..." my daughter mumbled under her breath.

My son jolted out of my arms, crossing his arms. His handsome face and brunette hair mixed with his grey eyes just made me smile. He looked like me but with a small amount of my mother, gladly he didn't turn out like my shit brother, who they begged to meet every time I brought him up in the story. "Dad, tell her. I'm your favorite!"

My daughter smirked, twisting a strand of her long blonde hair around. Her beautiful rosy cheeks and bright smile I knew she'd inherit from her father just made me smile. She really was the female version of him, only with a smart mouth and snarky attitude. "I'm the oldest AND his first child, therefore I'm the favorite."

"You both are my favorites!" I laughed, only to turn my smile into a sly grin. "But your sister might be..."

"DAD!" My son yelled.

"I'm kidding! I love you both but son, if it makes you feel better. You are 100% your father's favorite."

"And how do you know that?" she snapped.

"Cause your father always sends me to deal with you." I clarified only for my husband to come around the corner staring at all of us. "Speak of the devil..."

He was even sexier than when we were younger. Encouraging him to keep the beard he'd developed while I was kidnapped, was probably the best thing I'd done. The way his sweatpants clung to his body and his still heavily defined chest were more than anything I could have asked for in a husband...

"What are you guys arguing about now?" he sighed, pecking my lips before going into the refrigerator.

"About who dad's favorite is!" my son said shooting her a mean glare.

He turned around with a soda in his hand. "Julian, you're my favorite, and Lilly, you are your Father's."

"Told you!" she snickered, only to move her father out of the way, going into the fridge. "Dad, to be honest. I look up to you now, both of you actually..."

"You didn't before?" Lance asked, getting a small push from me. A small giggle left his mouth, and he kissed my lips, looking back at her. "Sorry go on..."

She took a yogurt out, and my son instinctively got her a spoon. "Thanks, and as I was saying before our RUDE father interrupted me..." "I think-"

"I'M GAY!" my son blurted out, causing a massive silence in the room. We all looked at each other before busting out laughing, leaving him confused. "What's funny?"

My daughter took a scoop of her yogurt, putting some in her mouth. "We all knew dumbass."

"Lilly!" Lance snapped.

"Okay! Okay! Sorry, but brother, we all knew."

"H- How?" he stuttered.

Lance wrapped his arm around my waist, and I just giggled, clearing my throat. "You have a very obviously crush on your manager, son."

Adam was the name of his manager. He reminded me of Lance sometimes. Big smile and caring demeanor. It was so nice to know he was in good hands. Him being a popstar and all wasn't what I expected from a child of mine at all, but I was as proud as ever, nonetheless.

"Is it really that obvious?"

My daughter laughed taking another scoop of yogurt. "YES! It's been gossip between all of us since, like, forever..." she grumbled, taking another scoop.

She was an extremely beautiful girl. She'd gotten a lot of her behavior from me since I'd taught her to never take shit from anyone, not even us. Maybe that was a bad idea, but I wanted her to be strong and that's exactly what she grew up to be. Growing up, she mostly gravitated to me, while her brother was more for his father. The fact that she was a model was definitely the best career for her. The way I'd watch the girls she would bring over, look at her in jealousy and envy, just made me even prouder of her. She was always ahead of the game, fashion-wise, and mind-wise.

He looked at us in confusion. "So... What now?"

Lance busted out in laughter, kissing my cheek. Telling them how we came to be reminded me of how deep his voice had gotten over the years. "Nothing, but baby, how long did it take you to tell them our story?"

"Wait, so you guys don't care? No celebration or anything?" he stammered.

We all looked at each other again, and I spoke up, trying to understand what he wanted. A laugh almost left my mouth, but I cleared my throat again. "Do you want a party? I can cook something..."

"Can I get a hug?"

"Here, he goes being sappy again..." my daughter groaned. "Dad, no wonder he's your favorite. You both are mushy ass hell!"

I knew she was going to complain, but as her father, I knew what would make her shut up. "If you give your brother a hug, I'll buy you that pink Lamborghini you wanted..." that sentence alone made her hug her brother like I'd never seen before and I followed behind, wrapping them both in my arms. But an even bigger arm wrapped us all in a bow, squeezing us to death.

"Alright, you guys don't kill me..." My son squeaked, causing us all to laugh. Even though they were both on their way to moving out, I loved them so much. My husband and my children were all I needed in life, but that was quickly cut short when she pushed all of us off her.

"You guys almost messed up my hair!" she snapped, walking out of the kitchen.

We all just laughed before my son's phone rang. "It's him..." "I'll be right back!" he rushed running out of the kitchen. Leaving us alone.

A smirk grew on my husbands face and his hands found there way to my ass, pulling me closer. "So how long did it take, Jose?"

"only 11 days, but I split it up into sessions, and that equaled up to 55 if you're counting today..."

He chuckled, staring at me with the brightest smile. A smile that only me and his children could get from him. "How did you get them to sit down and listen 5 times a day?"

"I'm a badass..."

He bit his lip, squeezing my ass. "Badass, huh?"

I played with his beard, keeping my eyes on his lips. The urge to kiss him was so strong, but they were still in the house. Thinking back to those days put a smirk on my face, our sex moments I kept to myself. They didn't need those... "Later, Daddy."

"Oh, we're starting this again? You are so lucky there in this house..." he whispered, only for his happy smile to slowly fade away.

"What's wrong?"

"I know, it's been years, and we're married with kids, and happy..." He looked away. "But did you have sex with him?"

The jealousy he always had when it came to me always kept our relationship interesting. But luckily I didn't and that fact itself put a smile on my face. "No, he wanted to but I couldn't cause even though I was afraid. My heart was always with you and will always be with you!"

A tear ran down his face, and he looked down at my rings. "You are truly the love of my life..."

"And you are mine, now move cause I'm a bit you know..."

My bulge stuck out of my suit, like a sore thumb, and he took notice looking down with the toothiest grin. "You demanding me? Or telling me."

"I'm demanding you."

Biting his lip, he moved, closing the refrigerator. But as the horny man he is, he turned back to look at me, squeezing his own ass. "Meet me upstairs..." and with that, his body vanished around the corner, leaving me alone. Smiling to myself.

My children were happy, my husband was happy, and my father and mother died proud of me. Proud of the man I'd become. A strong, family man with the courage of a-

"JOSEPH RAMIREZ, GET UP HERE!" he shouted.

"LANCE RAMIREZ! STOP SHOUTING IN OUR HOUSE!"

"WHO'S GONNA STOP ME?"

A devilish smirk fell on my face, and I sighed in happiness. Only for that feeling to slowly fade away. Replaced with something darker. It was something feral. Nobody was ever gonna hurt my family and the knife I always kept in my back pocket or the hidden pistol in my briefcase made sure of that...

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What did you think of the story? Lemme know in the comments!

Hope you enjoyed the book! Cause I sure did! You can read small fun facts about the story and characters themselves and my thoughts on the book as a whole in the next chapter also a personal thank you for reading!

My new book "The Outback" is up now! If you guys could go check that one out, it'd mean a lot!
Thanks again for reading and hope to see you there!โค๏ธ

Sincerely, R.J

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