It's night, the sky is getting darker, the air is cooler and the sun is setting in the distance. The yellow streaks are blending with the blue ones, almost like paint mixing, dotted with white bright diamonds; breathtaking beautiful.

The wind breezes, causing my lose hair to be a mess again. I can smell the salt of the sea, the scent calming.

My husband's arms force my back against his front, a small giggles escaping me when he kisses the back of my neck.

"Hi, Butterfly," his voice is deep, rich, aroused.

"Hi, there," I lean into his touch, loving the feeling of his hard on pressed against my lower back.

"Vincent is finally asleep," he tells me, his hands on my waist going lower and lower.

"That's great..." my voice is a lot more breathier than I want it to be but it encourage him even more. His lips kissing my shoulder now, his hands on my thigh, pushing my dress up to my waist until it's around belly, "There are literally guards outside the house," I whisper but he doesn't give a shit. Instead he pulls the cups of the dress off my breasts, a low groan leaving his lips.

My nipple harden without his touch, the wind alone is enough.

"You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" he asks, his hands now massaging them, pinching my nipples ever so slightly which he knows drives me crazy.

"You keep repeating it every day at least 10 times."

"Should do it more often..." he licks my ear, making his way to my neck again, to the space between my shoulders, "Let's take this further to the bedroom," and a loud yelp leaves me when he picks me up over his shoulder.

"Mateo," I slap his ass playfully because my face is literally a few inches away from it, "What are you doing?"

"Carrying my sweet wife to heaven. is there something wrong with it?" Before I can answer, my ass lands on the matrass, giggling when he winks.

"I love you," his eyes soften, love showing even in the dark.

"I love you," he says back, licking his lips when he scans my body from head to toe. Goosebumps appear over my whole body. He still affects me.

"Take your shirt off, Mateo," I demands in a small, sweet voice.

"Your wish is my command," and every piece of hard muscles is on display for me to explore, "Let me help you with this," he gestures to the dress that's hangs loosely on my body. It's off me before I know it, replaced with his lips, kissing a trail down my stomach to my most sensitive parts.

"Oh, Fuck..." his eyes meet mine when he reaches my pussy and I give him a nod; I love it that he waits every time we do something like this, asking for permission and making sure he doesn't scare me away. But I've been with him so long, done so many things already that it's impossible to leave his side. He's my everything.

"I've been waiting for this all day," his fingers trace my inner thigh, teasing me. A soft groan leaves me when the first contact is made. "You're so fucking wet. I could slip right in if I wanted," my cheeks redden not because I'm embarrassed but because I'm so aroused by him.

"Please Mateo..." and his tongue is licking my pussy. My legs spread even more, giving him more access to what belongs to him. His hands grip my ass tighter, holding my in place while I can only moan.

I lie there, moaning, panting, enjoying every second of this and soon stars fill my eyes. I'm coming with so much emotion Mateo is the one bringing me back to this moment.

"Hi, there, everything okay?" I love him so, so much it hurts sometimes and I tell him just that. "I feel the same way. Let me show you..." I notice his shorts are off too, lying somewhere in this room. He position himself between my tights, teasing my entrance with the head of his hard throbbing cock.

"Don't tease me," he can only smile, kissing my forehead and sinks deep, slow and with so much love my world is yet again upside down.

***

The next morning I make my way into the kitchen when I hear two males arguing.

"I didn't know I needed to check the temperature of the milk before giving it to Vincent," Liam's voice is angry yet small.

"Isn't that normal? Vincent could have been burned," Mateo replies to his brother, angry; shit.

"The most important thing is that it didn't happen," Lucy smaller voice comes between the two males and everyone is silence; only Vincent's babble is clear in the air.

"Sorry," Liam admits at the end, "Next time I'll check it." Mateo sighs.

"Next time I'll tell you what you need to do; I'm aware you never had a baby around so you didn't know," my nose crunches as he says this; well this is as close as an apology you can get.

"Sorry," both of then shake hands.

"Mom," Lucy's smile brightens the whole room while she holds her brother in her arms, "Did you sleep well?"

"I did, thank you," she passes over Vincent who is squealing happily. "What's going on here?" I look at both man.

"Nothing," Liam answers, hugging me sideways when he goes to his room upstairs.

"He's been grumpy all year..." I say to no one particular.

"I think his mom has to do something with it," Lucy tells me, "He said to me she's returning back to New York when school is finished." Ah...That explains a lot.

***

We're all eating our breakfast, Mateo trying feed his son milk which this time no crying is involved. Lucy convinced Liam to come downstairs and he listened although he's just staring at space.

"Liam," I try to get his attention. He doesn't react and I need to throw a little piece bread to his head before he looks at me. "Sorry, can you help me with something outside?" Mateo sends me a look but I reassure him.

"Sure."

We make our way outside, a few guards I remember nodding in my direction while I'm taking the lead and Liam follows; I can tell his mind is somewhere else.

"I love the beach," I sit on the warm sand, patting the spot next to me.

"I do too," he replies with a small forced smile.

"What's wrong?" he doesn't look me in the eyes, "You can tell me everything, you know that right?"

"I do, Emily, it's just..." he trails off. "Mom is coming back in town but I think Lucy already said that," I nod, scooting closer to him.

"Don't you want your mom to come back?"

"Absolutely not!" his voice is loud, stern when he says this. "I know how this will go," he laughs sarcastically. "First she's going to apologies for being such a bad mom, then she'll forces me to call dad and beg for more money because that's what she want; money. That's the only reason why she's coming back all of a sudden. Dad, of course, gives in and a few days later she's gone; doing work stuff."

I feel bad for Liam. He deserves so much more than this. I've met his mother few times and she clearly doesn't like me although that feeling is mutual.

"And if she comes back I need to stay with her," he adds in a whisper, "I don't want to live with her, Emily, I love where I am now. With you and Mateo." I smile up at his warms words. "You are the only ones who truly care about me, who care what I do and be mad if I do something wrong."

My hands moves to his shoulder, hugging him and I'm grateful he's not pulling back. Instead he leans in, hugging me as well.

Liam is such a sweet, passionate guy every mom should be proud of; I would if you asks me.

I think he just needs the right person to show him that and I'm trying to be that person but we all know I'm not. I think Lucy is but I'm not saying that out loud.

Not now anyways.

"I've heard your planning on skipping junior year," I tell him so we can talk about something else. He's grateful for it.

"Yes, my result are high enough to go to senior year." He explains to me further, his face lighting up.

He's a smart guy, man if you need to be correct. Liam has so much potential he needs to explore and I hope I can guide him into it.

***

Liam and I make our way back into the kitchen to find Giovani and Vanessa, Mateo's parents, standing there, a luggage on both side and a smile so bright I wonder what there's doing here...