I stand on the porch of our house and look out at the fields of wheat and corn swaying beneath the falling evening light. The silhouettes of my family and extended family moving make me smile. I see Mia, my love, my heart my soul, Mateo, her brother, and Maria, her mother. And as they get closer, I see Leonid, our son in her arms.
Every day is a miracle with my family. After growing up in a criminal empire, I never understood what a true family could be—what true happiness could mean.
I left the empire behind and never looked back. I put the word out to my rivals that I was out of the game and made sure there was no doubt in anybody’s minds. Anton Todorov was done.
I took my wealth and moved far, far away. I bought acres of land, real estate, and took some of my most loyal men with me for protection, just in case some of my enemies got it in their heads to come after me. So far, no one has been so stupid. There’s no reason to challenge me now. Nothing to gain by it. And I have no reason to go back.
I have my love. I have my family.
I have my newborn son.
I have everything I need.
The light from inside hits Mia’s face as she emerges from the fields onto the grass. Her angelic smile warms my heart as it always does, and my son’s happy face is a blessing. When he first came into the world, I realized there was more to life than darkness and struggle. A lesson my father never imparted to me. And I swore to spend the rest of my life building a relationship with him that I never had with mine.
Mia never knew her father, so my relationship with Leonid is important to her. Every day that I’ve watched him grow has been magic. From Mia’s pregnancy to his birth. I never felt more like a man than the moment I held him in my arms.
“Look what we created,” Mia whispered to me in the hospital that day. “Isn’t he amazing?”
My family is all that matters now.
My wife and my son.
Mia, the light of my life. I wake up with her on my mind and go to sleep with her in my thoughts. She occupies my dreams and my every waking moment. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Did you make us some dinner, Daddy?” Mia jokes as she walks up the steps to me and passes me my son. Her mother has some kind of roast that’s been simmering for the past three hours.
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I’ve got an appetizer for you,” I whisper. “If you have time.”
“Well, this little man is tuckered out. Gimme five minutes to put him to bed?”
“I’ll be waiting,” I reply, reaching under her dress to touch her in a way that her mother and brother cannot see. She flashes her eyes at me before heading off to Leonid’s room.
“Dinner will be ready soon,” Maria tells me. “Have you set the table?”
“Yeah, Mateo,” I grin. “Have you?”
Mateo jokingly hangs his head. “I’m on it.”
“Good boy,” I laugh, giving him a nudge on the shoulder as he passes by. Mateo is halfway through high school now, and I’m looking out for him to make sure he doesn’t get into trouble. I’m not quite a father figure, not quite an older brother, but something of a mixture between the two. Whatever it is, it works.
Leaving them to finish prepping dinner, I head upstairs to the bedroom to find my wife already waiting for me. She’s stripped out of her clothes and is wearing nothing but a pair of red panties that I’ve never seen before.
“When did you buy those?” I ask.
“A girl’s gotta have some surprises.” She winks, crossing her legs as she leans back on the bed. “Now, didn’t you say you had something for me before dinner?”
As I always do, I marvel at her sensuality. Our sex life is beyond compare. My wife is nothing but a little slut for me and me alone. We drive each other crazy. We do everything—we do it all. And I love pleasing her.
My cock begins to harden as I approach. She twists seductively, reaching up and pinching her nipples to entice me. I snatch her knees and spread her legs wide open. There’s a spot on her panties; she’s already wet.
“How long have you been thinking about me?” I ask.
“Since we began our walk,” she whimpers. “I’ve been wanting you all afternoon, Daddy. Don’t make me beg.”
“Get down on your knees,” I tell her.