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“Daddy!”

“Hmm.”

“Dadddddddddddyyyy, wake up.”

I shook my head and grumbled, “I don’t want to, Bella.”

“No. Bad Daddy!”

A small smile tugged my lips hearing the scream of my little demon. She learned that from her gorgeous mama. I opened my eyes and saw one of the most beautiful grins even if it was missing one front tooth.

“Morning, Daddy!” She jumped on my chest, her small arms wrapping around my neck.

I sat up and cradled her small body to my chest, her pink pajamas smelling like coconut and candies. “Good morning, cupcake,” I mumbled when she kissed my cheek.

Her wild brown hair was in a mess. Her mother or I was going to have a field day with it. Whoever caught her first.

“Do you know what day it is, Daddy?” she asked cheekily, a small dimple poking her left cheek and her beautiful mismatched eyes blinking up at me.

I gathered her small body in my arms and stood up. Her small giggles melted my heart when I rubbed my face in her tummy, my hair tickling her face.

“Daddy, stop, you are being silly.” She grabbed my hair in her small palms, effectively stopping me.

I walked into the bathroom and kept her down on the counter, applying toothpaste on her pink toothbrush. After wetting it with the water, I handed her the small toothbrush. “Come on, you need to brush your teeth.”

She grumbled, “I don’t want to. My mouth freezes when I drink water, Daddy.”

I grinned at her excuse. “Your mother will have our bums if you don’t brush your teeth this instant.”

“What does that mean?”

“Start brushing, Aethra,” I said in a warning voice. She pouted but started cleaning her teeth.

After brushing our teeth, we both walked downstairs. I smiled leaning on the door, watching my gorgeous wife make the batter of cake. Her curvy, lithe body swayed in the peach slip dress she was wearing. My other head twitched in my sweatpants when I saw the thin fabric shaping against her ass, stomach, and accentuating the hips I loved so dearly. I held back my groan when I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra, and all I wanted to do was remove that dress and slide myself home, sucking on those beautiful tits.

The squeal of Aethra brought me back to reality when she launched herself on her mother’s legs but tripped on the rug.

“Aethra! How many times have I told you not to run? You will hurt yourself, sweetheart,” Kiara helped her up and checked if she bruised her knee. She ignored her mother’s concern and climbed on a chair at the island.

I took my wife in my arms and kissed her on the lips. Her round stomach made a gap between us. I felt the small kick of our child on my abs and we chuckled, kissing clumsily. My hands trailed down her waist to her stomach. I forced myself not to squeeze her ass in front of our children and ignored the fake gagging over my shoulder.

I pulled away, pecking her once more, and licked her lips which tasted of strawberries, “Good morning, Bella.”

Her brown eyes twinkled and averted down my neck, successfully undressing me in her mind. “Good morning, Ethan.”

“Gross, Dad. Your kids are watching.”

Kiara chuckled, looking over my shoulder and patted my chest. I missed the warmth of her body pressing against me when she winked and got back to making the cake for the kids.

I ruffled our son’s hair, sitting down beside him at the island. “Elijah, you won’t say that when you have a girlfriend.” I thought for a moment and added, “Or a boyfriend for that matter.”

He scowled, hiding his flushed face in the sketchbook, “Dad, I am six and too young to talk about this with you.”

“Daddy, can I have a boyfriend?” Aethra asked, eating the frosting sneakily and pouting when Kiara gave her a stern look.

Even Elijah narrowed his mismatched eyes at her and we both said in unison, “No, you can’t.”

I added, “You know you can’t date boys until you are thirty. You promised Daddy, princess.”