Steve's P.O.V.

Two Years Later

"Look here, my little angels." Grace's voice catches Evan, Giana, and my attention, and we look at her.

I brush Giana's long brown hair as she sits on my lap, absorbed in playing with her doll. Evan stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my neck, while Grace diligently works on her daily blog with the same enthusiasm as every day.

"Mama..." Evan walks over to Grace and jumps into her arms.

She giggles, kissing his cheek before turning the camera towards them. "Say hi to my followers, Evan."

"Hi, Mama's followers." Evan waves at the camera, beaming. "Keep showering love on her because she is pretty and the best mama."

"Aww... my baby. You are Mama's best son." Grace chuckles at Evan's sweet words, her eyes shimmering with love as she holds him close.

"Mama, I'm also your best son." Giana pouts at them, causing us to laugh.

"Princess, Evan is our best son, and you are our best daughter," I explain, tucking her hair with the unicorn hairpin.

She looks at me with her tiny blue eyes filled with sadness, her fingers playing with the button on my shirt. "Why not son, Daddy?"

"Dumbo, because you're a girl," Evan says as Grace settles down beside us, taking him in her lap.

"Daddy... Mama... scold Evan. He's again calling me dumbo." Giana complains to us.

"Evan, be nice to your sister." As I give a stern look to Evan, Giana sticks her tongue at him.

"Sorry, Sissy. I didn't mean it. You're not a dumbo." He apologises instantly, realising his mistake.

Grace wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. "It's okay, sweetheart. We all make mistakes. The important thing is to learn from them and be kind to each other." As she explains lovingly, running her hand in Evan's hair, I just gaze at her with love in my eyes.

Grace has come a long way, from being a manipulative woman to being the loving and compassionate mother she is today. Each day, my love for this woman grows.

"I forgive you, Evan," Giana utters softly, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Evan smiles, hugging her. "Thanks, Giana. You're the best sister ever."

Grace and I exchange a loving glance, admiring the bond between our children. Despite their occasional squabbles, it's heartwarming to see how much they care for each other.

Grace looks up at me, her eyes filled with love. "We're so lucky to have them, aren't we?"

I simply nod, unable to find the words to express just how grateful I am for everything we have.

***

After getting ready for the office, I come downstairs and find my wife making pancakes for our kids while they are playing with their grandpa in the garden.

She is decked up in a simple yellow dress, her hair tied up messily in a bun, and no makeup, yet she looks so pretty that I feel like I'm the luckiest man alive to have her as my wife.

After walking over to her, I wrap my arms around her waist from behind, nuzzling her neck. "You look so beautiful, Wifey."

"You always say this, Mr Grey," she responds, chuckling. "And move away. You're turning me on."

"Really?" I place soft kisses on her neck, gliding my one hand up her thighs into her dress. "I haven't even started yet."

"Steve, please." She murmurs, as I caress her crotch over the fabric of her undies with one hand, sliding down my other hand into her bra.

"What please, Mrs Grey?" I ask, moving my finger in circulation motion on her clit.

"Please stop. I have to prepare pancakes." She breathes, grinding herself against my hand and clutching the handle of the whisk through which she was whisking the ingredients for the pancake batter a few minutes ago.

"But your body is telling something else, Wifey," I whisper, slipping my hand into her undies and clasping her boobs with the other. "And you know I always listen to your body."

Suddenly turning towards me, she grabs my collars and demands, "Then fuck me now," moving closer to my face.

I just love my bold wife.

"Sure, my love." After giving her a long, passionate kiss on her lips, I move away from her. "Just give me a sec."

I rush to close the frosted glass door of the kitchen because I don't want our kids to catch me fucking her mama.

After hurrying back to Grace, I lift her by her waist and settle her down on the countertop. We chuckle as a few things drop to the floor. I take off her undies and shut her mouth with it like always before raising her dress and parting her legs for me.

I pull off her hairpin to make her long brown hair fall on her back. "Now you look even more beautiful." I gaze at her with lust in my eyes, standing a few paces away from her. "Your panty stuff into your mouth, your legs splay for me, your hair open and cascading down your back. It's a sight that drives me wild," I whisper, my voice filled with desire.

She looks at me with anticipation, her eyes filled with the same lust that burns within me. As I step closer, I can feel the heat radiating from her body. I run my hands along her smooth thighs, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.

I position myself between her legs, ready to fulfil her desires, and she encircles her arms around my neck. Our bodies intertwine, aching for pleasure. I enter her slowly, savouring the sensation of her warmth enveloping me. Moans escape her lips, muffled by the panties I placed in her mouth. The sound only ignites the fire within me, urging me to move faster and deeper.

Will I ever get enough of this woman?

Never.

She's the epitome of desire, and knowing that she's mine intensifies the pleasure beyond measure. Forever isn't long enough to spend with her. Therefore, in every birth, I want her to be my beloved. If any life, she isn't mine; I don't want that life.

Around the kids, although it's quite difficult to take out time for ourselves, we still find ways to keep the flame of our passion burning bright. No matter where we are or what we're doing, we always find time to show our love for each other. Whether it's stealing kisses in the kitchen while cooking or sneaking off for a quick fuck when the kids are busy or asleep. It's our way of staying connected and keeping the flame of desire alive between us.

***

Grace and I reach the garden, preparing the pancakes together after our intense sexual encounter in the kitchen.

We smile at the twins who are sitting in the toy car, and their grandfather drives it through the remote, walking behind them. "Grandpa, fast...." Their sweet voices and giggles fill the air.

"Who will eat the yummy pancakes?" As Grace asks, their eyes immediately shift towards us.

"Mama, I'll eat two pancakes." Giana answers, showing her two fingers to us.

"You can't even finish the one, sissy." Evan chimes in, teasing his sister.

She frowns at him. "Don't challenge me. Okay?"

"I'm not challenging you, sissy. Your tummy is smaller than me, I know." He says, tickling her stomach, causing her to giggle.

Grace and I share a laugh at their banter. No matter what the situation, a genuine smile spreads across our faces upon seeing them. They're like stars in our lives, lighting up even the darkest moments.

***

Grace's P.O.V.

A Few Days Later

"You know, if you don't want to, we can go back home," Steve whispers, entangling my pinky with his, sitting in the driver's seat beside me. Twins settle in the car backseats, engrossed in each other.

We're visiting Jace and Zara's house for dinner. Zara had been urging us to meet her for more than a year because she wanted to apologise, but I wasn't ready for it. Although she has been mentally stable and adopted a baby girl a year ago, I was still scared that she might try to take Giana away from me again. However, now I'm ready to give her a second chance because I can't keep Steve away from his best friend forever.

I smile softly at Steve's concern, squeezing his hand in reassurance. "No, I want to do this. It's time for us to move forward, Steve. Zara deserves a chance to make amends, and Jace is your best friend. We can't avoid them forever."

"Thank you, Love. I'm glad that you're ready to do this for me." He lifts my hand and places a soft kiss on it.

"Anything for you, baby." Leaning over, I place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

As we arrive at Jace and Zara's house, I feel nervous. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the encounter, before stepping out.

Holding the hands of the twins, we approach the front door and ring the doorbell.

"Mama, what's the name of your friend?" Giana, who stands holding my hand, asks, looking at me with her curious eyes.

"Aunt Zara," I tell her, pulling her chubby cheeks and eliciting a giggle from her.

The door swings open, revealing Jace's warm smile as he welcomes us inside. "Grace, Steve, it's so good to see you both!" he greets us, stepping aside to let us enter.

Steve gives a warm hug to Jace before turning towards the twins. "Say hi to Uncle Jace, twins."

"Hello, Uncle." Giana and Evan politely greet Jace in unison, waving their hands at him.

"They both have grown so much!" Jace exclaims, his eyes lighting up with joy as he bends down to greet the twins. "Come on in. Zara's been looking forward to seeing you both."

As we step into the living room, Zara emerges from the kitchen, her face lighting up at the sight of us. "Grace, Steve, it... has been too long." She stammers, her eyes lowering towards Giana, who stands between me and Steve.

I take a deep breath, mustering up all the courage I have. "Zara, we came here because we want to talk."

She nods, her eyes brimming with tears. "I... I understand. Please, come in." She gestures for us to follow her into the living room.

We settle down. Giana sits in my lap and Evan in Steve's.

"It's nice to meet you, Giana and Evan." As Zara greets them, Giana beams at her, her eyes shining with excitement.

"We came to eat yummy food." She licks her lips, earning a chuckle from everyone in the room.

"That's right, princess," I say, patting her head affectionately. "But first, let's say hello to Aunt Zara properly."

"Let me tell you all a secret," Evan whispers, catching our attention. "Giana all the time talks about food, but she doesn't eat much. Her tummy is tiny." He giggles, placing his hand on his mouth, and Giana pouts at him.

"You naughty little Evan, stop teasing your sister," Steve scolds him.

"You're bad brother." Giana climbs down from my lap and storms from there.

Evan hurries after her, shouting, "Sissy, wait. I was just kidding."

Just as I'm about to stand up and go after them, Jace interrupts, "You guys talk, I'll take care of them," before walking away.

"Steve... Grace." Zara bows her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. You know I never meant to hurt you. I was, I was lost, consumed by grief and desperation. I know that's no excuse for what I did, but I hope you can forgive me."

I glance at Steve, his expression softening as he looks at her. "Zara, what you did was unforgivable," he says, his voice gentle but firm. "But I understand the pain you were going through. Losing a child... it's something no parent should ever have to experience."

She nods, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "I know, Steve. And I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make amends for what I've done."

I place my hand on her trembling shoulder. "Zara, I can't pretend that what you did, it didn't hurt us deeply. But I believe in second chances, and I believe people can change. So I'm willing to forgive you."

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Grace. Thank you for giving me another chance. It means a lot."

After the dinner, Jace and Zara make us meet their adopted daughter Mia. She is so adorable and has blue eyes like Giana. Twins look at her in amazement as she snuggles into Zara's arms.

"How old is she?" I ask, gently stroking her cheeks.

"She's almost one-year-old," Zara replies, her voice filled with pride.

Jace adds, "We adopted her when she was just a few weeks old."

I smile at them. "She is beautiful."

Although Zara did wrong with us, I'm glad Jace and Zara found happiness again after all they've been through.

***

At night, after putting the twins to bed in their room, Steve and I enter our room. I'm brimming with excitement to share the good news with my husband.

"Now, tell me, what do you want to talk about?" Steve asks, turning towards me. During our return home after dinner, I had hinted that I had something to share.

Grinning at him, I gently clasp his hand and guide it to my belly. Steve's brows furrow in confusion for a moment, but then his eyes widen in realisation.

"What the fuck! Are you pregnant?" As he asks in surprise, I shake my head.

"No, husband. We're pregnant." I announce, and he pulls me into a tight embrace.

"I can't believe it. Finally, I'll get to experience this phase with you, which I missed earlier," he says, his voice filled with emotion as he breaks the hug and cups my face with trembling hands. "I'm so happy, Love." Tears of joy trickle down his cheeks as he kneels. "I can't wait to hold you in my arms, little one." As he presses his lips on my belly, I ruffle his hair with a smile on my face.

During my first pregnancy, this is exactly what I yearned for: sharing these precious moments of the pregnancy phase with my husband.

He stands up and whispers, before kissing my forehead. "Thank you, my love." As he presses his forehead against mine, placing his hand on my belly, our pendant entwines with a click, forming a full heart like always.

We're already content with our life raising twins, but the desire to have another baby arises from wanting Steve to experience my pregnancy journey and for us to share it together. I'm certain that our new little one will bring even more joy to our family.

***

-The End-

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