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EDIT: Alright so, I've had enough of reading the comments where people comment on the ending that was there for this book. I mean, come on, I did say that it's a fiction. PEOPLE STOP COMPARING REALITY WITH IT!

But, thank you for the readers to understood that, or those who didn't care anyways and forgot that a story like this exists a few hours later.

But, but, I feel bad for those people who're taking everything to their heart, so, finally... I've changed the ending for this.

Enjoy.

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Ten years later

"CANNON BOMB!!!"

Screeching like a teenage boy, I spun away from the little monster that was trying to kill herself. The cookies on the tray I had made danced, and I blow in and out from stress, as if that was going to stop them from falling.

They didn't drop because of my amazing skills.

The next monster ran from the house back door, following the little one behind, laughing like as if he's the five year old.

"Catch me if you can!" And there he went, drowning into the pool, hopefully disappearing from my life forever.

Who was I kidding? I loved him too much to think that.

They both came back out, one with the floaty because I wasn't allowing shit like 'cannon bombs' happening without one. I swear I'm the sane one of the family. Would I have expected it ten years ago? No, definitely not.

If there was going to be a chance that I get a child, it was going be the child and I as the partners in crime. But, what did my life turn into?

There swam the idiot and his child, leaving all the work to me.

"Alan, Alan! Look, look, look!"

I spun back to face the pool, my angry face out, one hand on my hip. If only Katie was here to see. She would die on spot from laughing too hard. "What did you just call me?"

The little monster giggled. "Alan!" She sounded unsure, which meant that she was a little hesitant to talk back. Good.

"You know what May, I'm not going to talk to you until you start treating me as I should be treated. I'm not doing any of your laundry, I'm not cleaning your room, I'm not fixing you up for fun school and I'm definitely not going to kiss you goodnight." With that, I did a little sass flick with my mouth and walked away, planning to place the cookies away for the trip.

"W-wait!" It sounded like she was struggling, but she wasn't sad or scared. She was giggling the whole way and soon, I heard more splashes and tiny feet padding fast on the concrete. "Wait, daddy!"

Dropping the tray on the table near me, I squat down right in front of her. "What have I said about running with wet feet or anywhere near water?"

The little figure in front of me giggled again, guiding her pointy finger to her mouth to play with her teeth. I pulled it out. "Not to do it."

"Then why did you do it?"

She signed like a big girl. "Because you were walking away!" She said it like it was the most obvious thing. How they grow so fast.

"No, now go shower and change. You've had enough at the pool, jumping and smashing around the water on your daddy." She giggled and my heart swelled. "Look at all these wrinkles on your fingers!" I showed her her fingers.

"Why daddy! I want to be a big girl! But, not like granny!" The smile was fading away with every millisecond.

"You're fine baby, that's just what happens when you're in the water for too long. Remember the time when we went to the beach?"

She nods. "But daddy, then why would I go shower? There's only more water and I'm only going to get older! Like, granny's granny!"

I held in my amused look. She went into the whole thinking spree.

"But, how does granny's granny look like?" She had her finger under her chin, tapping and all.

She was too precious.

The beauty had her father's eyes, bright blue that turned a bit oceanic whenever she got sad. Then she also had his smile, even though the lips were her mother's. So was her hair, which were a curly mess and one of my biggest everyday-battles.

"You can ask granny if you want, when she comes over to pick you up?" That seemed to do it and she started to dance to this song she was hearing on tv the other day.

"I'm feeling left out over here."

I look up to see the Greek god get out of the pool. The water dripped from his top to bottom, the droplets spraying everywhere when he dried his face. And I didn't need to talk about how sexy he looked with those almost turning into abs body and the swim shorts that hung too low at a place with children.

"What are you trying to do?" I asked warily, because I definitely didn't like how I was reacting to him in front of our kid. Nope, she needs to go first.

"Nothing at all," he teased, walking up to us with a towel in his hand. Shit, that's too sexy to be on earth. "Why, do you... feel something... Alan?"

Where did the guy get the nerve?

"Ooohhh!" May giggled, wiggling her body everywhere. "Daddy likes Papa so much that he's feeling something!!!"

I gasped, trying to stop the girl. She just wouldn't and ran away, even though I told her not to. She cutely runs back into the house.

"I'm going to pack my toys! Granny's going to take me to her house and we're going to have so much fun while you both are stuck home!"

Then she disappeared, making me turn back to my husband of six years. "Look what you did. She's too young for your childish behaviors, Carson."

The guy only snorted at me, finally close enough to drop the towel and wrap me around his arms, pulling me close. Now my clothes were getting wet. Great.

Insert a deep, tired sigh.

"Calm down will you mommy Alan? Have some fun..." he nuzzled his head onto my neck, kissing lightly, making me feel shivers. Jeez, this man knew how to drive me crazy.

"I can have fun, if you help around the house. Why am I the one outside packing everything while you're in the pool with your kid?"

He must've known that I was pouting, because he leaned back and pecked my lips with a kiss. "She's your kid too." I poke his ribs making him hiss. "What?"

"Oh yeah, when was the last time you washed her clothes? Actually, when was the last time you washed anyone's clothes?"

He looked down at me with that confused cute face of him. Why did he have to be taller than me?

"I feed her the food and sometimes dress her up?" He shrugged sneakily but I didn't let him go. I grasped hard on his butt. He squeezed and squealed, obviously surprised.

I raised a brow and he sighed, plopping his arms on my shoulders.

"Okay, I promise we'll both do this taking turns, okay. Sorry that you felt pressured." And that's how he's always winning me over. Carson, knew how to treat me well and I loved him for it. Plus, he did help around. I just couldn't help but exaggerate.

"Okay, but now we have to start packing so we can get going by six." He tried to kiss me but I nudged away, walking back to take the cookies all the way to the kitchen this time to tin then and then start packing the junk food. "Babe, come on, we can muck around after everything's ready."

"Or," he sneaked up behind me, caging me in his arms. "We can do it after May leaves."

Before he could start peppering me kisses, little thumps on the stairs was heard with a lot of noises following behind.

"Daddy, daddy!" May jumped into the kitchen with a bag bigger than herself behind her. My eyes widened at the size. "I'm ready! Oh, papa! Stop annoying daddy! Annoy me!"

Carson reached down to pick her up and kiss her all over, making her giggle and wiggle, probably regretting saving my ass.

But then, my focus was more on the dragged bag on the floor. We can't take that.

So I started to fix it, taking out everything that I thought that won't be needed.

"Daddy! What are you doing?!" May's screeching voice of 'how could you do that daddy, I'm so disappointed and upset' stopped me from continuing. "Papa, daddy's taking all my toys!"

Mu husband cooed our girl, trying to make sense of what I was actually doing.

"But, I need all of my princess toys..."

"Oh, honey, you know that you're not going to play with everything. And where do you plan to put them? Marco and Ben would be there too, so you'll be busy playing with them to take care of these." I tried to reason and she just crossed her arms like a big girl, sitting comfortable on Carson's arm. He needed to stop carrying her around. She's five, for goodness sake.

"Really...?"

"Yeah," Carson continued, taking her away out of the kitchen. "And guess what, Mia's going to come too and so is TyTy. So, if I'm thinking with my big papa brain right now, I think you'll only need Mr. Dino and Ms. Pecko Princess."

So that turned into relief as I took out the two soft toys out and sent the rest in the bag back to their place in May's room. Then, mum came as promised, showering May with all her love, pulling our daughter away from us. She also reminded us that Katie was at their house with her family and they expected us to finish packing and getting our asses there before six.

So, yes, about Katie, she did marry Mason, which I'm so happy for her. And now, after seven years of being married, they have a cute little daughter named Mia who's turning four soon, and a son that's one. They were so cute together and I was glad that I didn't kick Mason's ass out when he almost cheated on my sister after high school.

"Finally," Carson gasped, plopping onto one of the breakfast stools. "Some peace and quiet. She's a tough one to handle. Can you make me a black coffee?"

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, sure, now come and get packing, we only have four hours."

And I got working, ignoring the fact that I was with my shirtless, clean husband all alone in our house. He finally got his head into the game and before we knew it, our clothes including May's were packed, along with the food bag that we took charge of. The house was clean so it stays that way when we got back a week later and everything was set.

All we had to do was get ready and leave.

Because I did kind of miss my daughter already.

"Alan!"

I groaned, climbing out of the bed I jumped on and yelled back at my husband. "What?!"

"There's no soap!"

Groaning yet again, I got some from the drawers and walked into the bathroom, ignoring how hot the steam was on. "Here." I chucked the thing in his direction, making sure to close the shower door as fast as I can. No way I'm getting myself into trouble right before we leave for our family trip.

"Don't you want to join?" Carson asked teasingly.

I growl a no and told him to hurry up because we were getting late. Then I went back to the bed, only to growl annoyed when my hubby's phone started going off. "Carson! Your phone!"

"Get it!"

Annoyed that I wasn't going to get any rest soon, I fiddled with the device, turning the screen to see the name of the caller: Stacy.

Shutting my eyes in tire, I brought the thing close to my ear, pressing the green button.

"Hell—"

"Max Carson Winters!"

I almost drop the phone. Jeez.

She was yelling something into her phone, so I put it back to my ear, praying that I wouldn't get a deaf one after the call ends. "—and I find a gross socks under my couch?! What were you thinking?! Alan's always the responsible one in your family! Grow some— Ben, what are you doing here?" And she suddenly wasn't talking to me anymore. Sigh. "Go help your dad and stop playing on your phone all the time! Now, where was I?" She asked me.

"Something about me being the only responsible one..." I dryly state.

"Oh, Alan! Thank god, you answered. You're husband keeps leaving his socks in my house every time you guys come over!"

I sighed, rubbing my face. "Right, sorry about that Stacy, I'll make sure to tell him not to do that. I always get annoyed when he comes over without the socks, so, yeah, I'll tell him—"

"And where's my little, cutie biscuits HellyBelly?"

I snort at the nickname. Only Stacy is capable of turning Helena May Winters into HellyBelly. "Gone with her granny. She's excited to meet you guys too so, just head over there to see her. We'll be there after I shower and get ready."

She agreed and cut the call. In cue, Car got out, coming in with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The nerve of my husband.

"What?" He said with a smirk. When did his ego get this big?

"Nothing, Stacy was on the phone. You left your socks there again." I got up from the bed and walked over to get my pants.

Stacy is, in all honesty, May's mother. Well, surrogate mother.

It was around the time we were in college, both in different ones but hey, we made it work. Carson, or Max, as I used to call him before, went into a huge depression stage after getting stressed over his future plans, well, it makes me guilty even though I wasn't the reason but, our future plans. While I struggled to help him back up, meeting Stacy made his life bloom so much easily and he got back into his normal routine.

I could never stop thanking the girl for saving the love of my life. Her vibes made everyone around her be the best of themselves. Her husband is one lucky guy.

When Car and I decided to discuss about having a baby of our own, Stacy was a heavenly gift to propose carrying our child for us. Her two children were already rocking up her world, and to even consider sacrificing almost an year for us, we truly felt blessed.

And Stacy's husband was a great man. He understood Stacy's kind heart, and loved May like his own daughter.

Everything worked out smoothly and our family, got another added into their gang. They love Stacy's family.

"I told you not to do that anymore," I lazily told Carson.

"I know, and forgive me my sexy husband, I just like to be," he sneaked his arms around my waist and leaned onto me, "comfortable. And socks, aren't comfortable. You," he kissed the back of my neck, trailing more to my shoulder, "on the other hand, make me so comfortable..."

He pulled me back so I knew what he wanted, when I felt him press his front on my back. I sighed, feeling so relaxed when he continued to shower me with kisses. I laid my head on his shoulder, hugging tightly to his arms so he didn't drop me.

"Did you check the bills?"

I felt him nod from behind. "Paid them yesterday, as planned." I smiled at the old joke. "And did you send that email to your manager?"

"Yes," I chuckle, shutting my eyes as he continued his exploration.

And then after a second, he said, "you're so tense."

I only hummed, shivering when he blew on my neck. He smelled so good.

"Come here," he muttered, turning me around and picking me up to drop me onto our bed.

Before I knew what was happening, I was being attacked by kisses all over my neck. I arched my neck, just because of my body becoming excited about what was going to happen. Because, as sad it is to say, we haven't been together for a while, because we always had something to do around the house and we were busy or tired.

Carson pulled my t-shirt over my head, kissing my chest, rolling his tongue on my nipples, enjoying how I squirmed. Because they were so sensitive. And they made me feel like there were a thousand butterflies in my stomach.

And they flutter every time he dips in, licking and biting them.

Then he pays attention to my stomach, reminding me of the tattoo I got of his initials, right on the left side, under my diaphragm. I loved that tattoo.

"Car..." I mumble, eyes closed. My legs were already climbing over his involuntarily, rolling the towel over. How come his towel's still on him?

I reached for it just as he pulled my pants down, earning a groan from me, because I was hard as hell and it was painful as fuck.

"Car... oh, Max..." I moaned again, when he kissed just above my paining, hard member. I finally got his towel away, showing me the glory of what I own.

Max Carson Winters.

Max fucking Winters.

Never to disappoint me.

"Alan," he responded, moving back up, grinding our hard-ons together agonizingly slow, giving me a heart filled smile. "I love you."

I found myself smiling back, just because he was. "I love you too."

He finally leaned in, kissing as if he had all the time in the world. I followed him, trying to dominate him, but we both know, that it was just for fun.

I loved where I was.

When I started to get impatient, he followed my lead and pressed hard on my member, groaning when the friction brought both of us to the edge.

And then we were in a rush to touch each other, horny for more.

Carson had a finger in me before I knew it, playing so much attention to... I didn't know which part. He was all over, praising me, and I felt like I was in heaven.

I guess I was, when I'm with him.

I grunted when he didn't add another.

He chuckled. "So needy."

Then he added another, curling them in me, scissoring whenever he pushed in. I shivered, curling my toes in response.

My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling whenever he drove me over the edge. And after the third finger, he sneaked a kiss on my inner thighs, making me hug him tighter with my legs and roll my hips up. He chuckled, paying me all his attention.

He came back up, tickling my neck with his breath. He kissed me hard. "You ready?"

I locked my eyes with him, kissing him back as hard as I can. "Take me Winters."

And the cool air met my hole right before I felt the tip of his. I hissed, ignoring how fast my heart was thumping, because I was excited and nervous at the same time.

Like I said, after a long time. That's all.

Get your shit together Alan.

"Max Fucking Winters, are you going to—" I gasped, my voice getting caught in my throat as he pushed right past my barriers and hurried deep inside me.

The pain subsided and I cherished the fact that my husband was in me.

"Fuck," he swore. "You're so tight baby."

I hummed, hugging him like a baby. "Move."

And move he did.

Carson pulled out, only to slam back in, making my body arch back, toes curling, heels of my feet digging into his thighs. I gasped and before I could comprehend, he was pulling out again and pushing back in.

"M-Max..."

And soon, we found our rhythm.

We made love to each other, and as surprisingly cheesy as it sounded, I loved every moment and wished that we could go for more.

"I love you," he whispered when he came off his high. I'd already, shamefully, finished before without being touched down there.

I knew my face was red, along with my ears. "I love you too," I mumble, burying my face into his chest to hide.

My husband chuckled. "Remember when you were so shy when you first realized how cute and submissive you are in bed?"

I groaned, slamming myself more into him, as if I can merge the two of us together as one.

He continue to softly laugh and I thought back to those days. When we first started to talk without me glaring at him.

"Remember that English teacher? Was it, Mrs. Loy? Mrs. Lay?" I felt him nod and rolled him on his back so I was laying on top of him, our legs tangled. "She said she was a matchmaker."

We both laugh.

"I think cupid would be jealous," was my husband's reply. "And remember how much glares I received from you in high school?"

I groaned again, exploring his body with the tip of my fingers. We've talked about my childish behavior so many times in the past ten years.

"Why though? You never told me."

I snort, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady, healthy, and just, beating with mine so perfectly. "Lies, I've told you so many times." I continued to give the reason anyway. "I don't know... I just, hated you so much. You had the perfect face, perfect score, perfect personality."

"Yeah... but I'll say it a thousand times: no, I didn't," scoffed Carson.

"Yes you did, don't argue with me. And I think it was just because of how, mature you were. And I remember I didn't like being wherever you were. You just, ugh, irritated me for some reason!"

A second passed of silence before I felt Carson laugh underneath me. "Wow."

I punch him softly. "Whatever, now, sing me my song."

"I think we're late."

I roll my eyes. "Just the first four lines."

He sighed, playing with me hair. It's a little longer, which reminded me that I needed a hair cut too.

Heart, beats, fast, colors and promises

How to be brave

How can I love when I'm afraid

To, fall

I could hear the tune of the guitar whenever Max plays. It's carved into my brain, because of how important it meant to me.

But watching you, stand, alone

All of my doubts, suddenly goes away some how

One step, closer...

He paused.

"We should go."

I sighed, annoyed at how precise he could get. But, knowing he was right, I put all the pressure and weight of myself on his stomach, making him groan and push me away. "We should."

I winced when my back hurt, but walked away anyways, because there were things that needed to be done.

"Get everything in the car and start it. I'm showering and following right behind ya'. I have to change the sheets too, damn it."

When I got in the shower, I was peacefully soaping myself with the new soap when the sound of the door alerted me.

"What are you talking about, I'm joining you."

I shook my head but he didn't listen. "No, Car. Carson! No! Max, we're late!" I tried to wiggle away from his horny butt but he cornered me with the cool water showering above us. "No, I swear Carson. Max, no. Max. Max Carson fucking Winters!"

The End.

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Ah.

Oh. My. God.

It's done.

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Aaaahhhhhh! I'm so happy and sad at the same time! Guys, we're at the end! CAN U BELIEVE IT?!

It's surreal every time I mention this chapter, even when I was writing it. Jeez, I'm so freaked out.

HMH, is, officially, OVER!!!

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