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“I didn’t think you would, that’s why you use it against me.” She chuckles and lifts her head so our gazes meet. Her eyes suck you in, the same colour as her brothers. My eyes bounce back and forth between hers while my mind tries to force the words out of my mouth, but something is stopping me. What if she doesn’t say it back to me? That will fucking crush me.

“Muuuum, Luuuuke, I’m Hank Marvin. Are we eating tonight or what?”

Ivy’s eyes widen in shock at the way Carter is speaking. I shake my head and step back when she pushes against my chest.

“Carter Daniel Bilson, where did you learn to speak like that?” Ivy says, marching out of the bathroom in search for our boy. I follow suit and find Carter sitting at the dining table, Peaches towering over him with her hand on her hips.

“I only asked a question,” he moans.

“But still, I taught you manners, Carter. Where have they gone? This isn’t you.” Carter shrugs and I step up to the table and crouch down, so I’m almost head height with him.

“What your mum is trying to say, is you should never forget your manners, okay? They don’t cost a penny, so use them as much as you want. I know that you’re growing up, but you will still respect your elders. Got me?” Wow, I sound like my dad. “I’ve been there, kiddo, and believe me, this is only just the beginning of the whole manhood saga, but please, for me and your mum, please be polite and respectful.”

He nods and looks at Ivy. “I’m sorry, Mum. Can we eat now, please? I’m hungry. Or, as Luke says now and again, ‘I’m Rome’.” She looks at me with a confused expression on her face.

“Fast and the Furious reference?” She shrugs. What? “Please, tell me you’ve seen the films?”

“Nope. Are they good?”

“Good? Bloody hell, woman, have you been living under a rock? They’re flipping epic.” When did I stop swearing around Carter? Fucking hell.

“Tim always picked what to watch on TV. It was always crime programmes. Maybe we can watch it, then.”

“Hell fucking yes we are watching it. Carter, go set up the DVD player, kid. We’re having a munchy night.”

We watch two of the films before Carter falls asleep on the floor in front of the TV. Ivy is settled on my lap, her head resting against my shoulder, watching the credits roll. I kiss the top of her head and tap her knee.

“Jump up, babe. Let me take him to bed.” She slowly climbs off my lap and starts to pick up the dirty bowls and rubbish we gathered during the night. I stand and stretch, my back aching from sitting still for so long.

“Bloody hell, I am a lucky woman.” I turn to see Ivy standing there watching me, her eyes glued to my waist where my t-shirt has ridden up.

“Bloody pervert.” I wink at her and step over to pick up the sleeping boy from the floor. Carter shifts and lays his head on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my neck. Soft snores emanate from him, and I chuckle and rub my hand over his back, soothing him. I climb the stairs to his room for the night and lay him gently on the bed, trying not to jolt him awake. I kiss his forehead and leave the room, but his soft, sweet, innocent voice stops me.

“Love you, Luke.” My heart stutters in my chest, my breath catches. I spin around to see Carter with a sleepy smile on his young face.

“I love you too, kid. Now, back to sleep.” Within seconds, snores echo around the room. I close his door before going to join Ivy downstairs. She’s sitting on the couch when I enter the room. I watch her for a few seconds, taking in what my life will look like with her and Carter in it full time. It’s something I want. It’s something I have always wanted—the same as what my parents have. I walk over to the couch and take the seat next to her.

“He stay asleep?”

“Yeah.” My voice cracks as the emotion comes bubbling out of me. Her head snaps around to face me, her frown taking over her beautiful face.

“What’s wrong?”

I shake my head and clear my throat. “Carter told me he loves me. It took me by surprise, that's all.”

Ivy smiles at me and climbs over my legs so she’s straddling me. Her lips land on mine and my hands instinctively go to her hips, pulling her closer to me. I pull my head back, breaking the kiss. Our gaze locks and the unspoken words flow between us. She knows how I feel, and I know what she feels, but we still don’t say the words.

They will be said when the time is right for us.

Peaches grinds down on my dick, making him take extra notice of the fact that she’s wearing a dress and there’s only my jeans and the thin material of her knickers separating me from what I need so fucking much.

“Baby, stop, unless you plan on pleasing him tonight.” She smirks at me and grinds down again. I cock and eyebrow at her, making her smile this time.

“Maybe I want to please him. I believe he likes peaches just as much as you do. So, are you going to let him have a peach?”

“Fuck yeah, babe. I’ll give him peaches for the rest of his fucking life. We luuuurves peaches.” I lift her up and drop her onto her back on the couch. With no hesitation, I slide my hands up her creaming thighs and pull her knickers down, throwing them over my shoulder. “Up,” I say, crooking my fingers at her. She listens and sits up. I grip the hem of her dress and pull it over her head. She isn’t wearing a bra and her perfect tits bounce in the most delicious way. I take a tit in each hand, loving the way they fit. Just over a perfect handful.

“Love these. Best I have ever seen, touched, licked... Damn, baby.” I suck on the left nipple, then the right. Her back arches, pushing the tasty globes of flesh into my mouth.

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