I find Kiara in the nursery, with Lily, our newborn daughter, cradled in her arms. Glancing around the room, I walk to the side of the cradle and pick up the bag.
“Oops.” My wife just shrugs at me.
I give her a playful glare. “If it was a snake, I’d be sucking the venom out of you.”
“Hmm… kinky,” she teases me.
“Don’t want to be late for Grammy,” I say, which has James’ head popping up.
He places his hands on my shoulders, the cars digging into me. “I want Grammy.”
Tara’s babysitting for us so we can get some alone time. Since Lily’s birth, she’s been helping out once a month so we can have time to focus on ourselves for a couple of hours.
At first, we spent our date nights worrying about the kids, but now we have a tradition of going out for dinner.
“Let’s go,” Kiara says, walking out of the room. “I’m in the mood for a fish platter.”
“We can share,” I mention as I follow after her.
“Wrrroom-wrroooooooom.” James’ spit hits my neck as the cars crash on my other shoulder, but I’m at the point where I don’t even care anymore.
After handling Kiara’s morning sickness and a fuck ton of diapers, a little spit is nothing.
We leave the penthouse, and the moment the elevator doors slide open, James excitedly yells, “Declan!”
I hand my son to Declan, who grins. “I like your cars, little man.”
“Watch out,” Kiara warns. “Lately, they’re weapons.”
“I’m tough.”
Kiara helps Declan bundle the kids into their car seats while I place the bag in the trunk. Sliding behind the steering wheel, I wait for Kiara to climb in, and watch Declan and his team pile into their SUV.
As I steer us out of the basement, I pick up Kiara’s hand and press a kiss to her skin, then place it on my thigh.
“I want Grammy,” James shouts.
“Ten minutes, my boy,” I murmur.
This is our life now. Kids. Family. Date nights. Sex at midnight before one of the kids wakes up. Running the mafia and Byrne Enterprises.
Stopping at a red light, I look at my wife. “I love you, baby.”
“And me,” James chuckles.
“Yes, Daddy loves you and Lily too,” I laugh.
Kiara leans over and presses a quick kiss to my jaw. “And we love you.”
Mine. The whole lot of them.
The End.