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***Neko's POV***

Dear God, that baby. Isla has us ALL wrapped around her tiny fingers. A sneeze from the cherub causes thirty camera flashes, fourteen sets of hand claps and a chorus of awes. I want a child with my Koala more than ever, now.

Everyday we are over at Max and Nat's house. After they got hitched, we helped them move into a very quaint starter home. The best part is, they are so much closer than before. Five minutes, tops, and we are there with our tiny godbaby.

Cash fucking loves his godsister. His little tail goes nuts, whipping back and forth. With his tongue lapping constantly at Isla's head, we have to shoo him away. It makes the baby super cranky to be covered in Cash's slobbery kisses.

Milo is almost done with his sixth semester in college. I know that he doesn't want to tell me, but he is completely burned out. It takes everything in me not to tell him to just let the  dream go. I hate seeing him so stressed. It irritates me every time he gets on a binge of studying. His nerves go frazzled and his exhaustion causes him to snap easily. It's difficult to watch him under such strain. I don't even know why he wants to continue putting himself through something that clearly gets him upset.

Although I want my husband to succeed in everything that he does, it is abundantly clear to me that he is doing it more for me than himself. The thing is, he does not need to prove himself to me. It comes down to this: my Koala always has been and always will be my most precious gift. He has overcome more than most. He has no standards to follow, no expectations to meet. Nothing he accomplishes at this point can ever succeed in overshadowing all that he has already conquered.

But, in the end, Milo is as stubborn as a fucking mule. That husband of mine sets his mind to something, then puts more effort than necessary to reach his desired goals. His persistence is both irritating and completely sexy. I miss him when he is gone. I know that I have to let him get through these years so that we can begin a family. It's just that, Isla makes me want our own children, now.

I am a patient man. However, I can easily see my patience running extremely thin when days go by with my husband doing way more school work than me work. I miss my baby. I want a baby. I want Milo, ALL the time. Like, ALL, the time.

Maybe I am a selfish man. Yes, that is probably it. You should see this boy propped up on the bed. His legs swing through the air while he taps his pencil against the laptop. Those god damned sexy ass glasses perch on his nose begging me to snatch them off his face and fuck him into the mattress.

With my dick saluting the scholarly beauty on the bed, I move it into a different position. Standing against the door frame, I watch in adoration. Milo sees nothing aside from the school work that is monopolizing his attention.

In this moment, I am not going to be a supportive husband. As my feet march towards the bed, I know better. I do absolutely nothing to stop myself. My fingers wrap around Milo's ankle. Pulling the gorgeous boy towards me, his laptop shifts. The pen goes flying. Those glasses sit crooked atop his stunning face.

I fall down over his exhausted body. The sigh that leaves my lips is matched by a chuckle coming from my Koala. His hands gingerly thread through my hair. Milo pulls me in to his form deeper, hooking his ankles around my back with a soft moan.

With hands determined to stroll across his delicious flesh, I unrobe my husband in a flash. Laying bare before me, Milo let's his eyes trace the sculpted lines of my body. His sexy smirk tells me that he is thinking exactly as I am. My knees hit the carpet beside our bed. My mouth falls open with a smile.

Milo guides his hardened member close to my lips before pulling it away as a tease. My tongue wets my lips. My head chases his beautiful cock while my husband continues to taunt me with what I absolutely have to have.

My fingers clamp around his hips, securing him in place. His hands find their way back to my hair. With a thrust of his hips, that amazing cock finds it's place between my needy lips. Tongue lapping across the wide head, a moan slips through my lips. I push my head down to encompass the sweet appendage in wet warmth.

This fucking man. I swear to baby Jesus.

Precum bubbles from the slit, my tongue takes a dip into the silky warmth. The scent of his arousal hits my nose causing a sloppy lap of my tongue down the underside of his length. Smacking noises pop from my lips as they make purchase. Opening and closing around the incredible girth of my baby, I lick my way up his shaft like my favorite lollipop.

Having enough of my persistent playing, Milo flexes his hips. Those hands, made for typing, shove my head down until I literally choke on the excessive arousal pouring from his groin. Swallowing quickly, I gulp around Koala's swollen head.

My own dick thumps anxiously, wanting desperately to be suffocated in Milo's walls. Having my fill of teasing, I flip my baby down onto his stomach. A giggle flows through the air while Milo shimmies his ass into position. The glorious entrance contracts for me. My thumb slides between the valley of his cheeks while I apply pressure to his entrance.

With a small circular motion I burrow that finger into Milo's warmth. My hand pumps demandingly, urging his opening to dilate for me. Three fingers seated, I push in, pulling out quickly while forcing the tight space to make room for my extremely swollen cock.

As I line myself up, Milo looks back at me with anticipation. His pupils are blown, eyes full of wanton lust encourage me. Pushing slowly, I almost sigh when his heated flesh pulls me in faster than I had planned. My fingers grip his flesh with possession. This man is only mine.

"I love you." The first confession is full of lust, love and absolute amazement.

"I love you, Batman." Milo's head turns as he melts into the mattress. His ass willingly slides on and off my cock just like it was made to do.

"Fuck." My toes curl while I grit my teeth, after so few days between us consummating our love, I still have to hold back the wave of euphoria from overflowing into my baby.

"God, Batman." Milo throws his head back. His hips slam against my groin. Milo thrusts down on me. Every stroke is another blow to my ego. I want to last, that tight ass makes it difficult to keep from busting inside of him at this very moment.

Milo pulls up, a deep curve anoints his spine. With a deep moan, my husband creates a slope so fucking delicious. I scoop him up by his belly, running my tongue down the length of his neck. With animalistic desires, my teeth sink into his flesh.

When my fingers find his crying member, the pads lightly tease with delicate brushing strokes to his throbbing cock. The warm silken fluid leaks onto my hand. Feeling like a dirty moment, I collect the arousal before pushing my fingers towards Milo's precious lips.

The sound of his mewl, the feel of his lapping tongue that swirls around my fingers and that pulsing constriction of his hole against my pleading cock causes my hips to seat fully against his bubble butt.

"Jesus Christ." Milo screams out the words when punishing thrusts move his body in my hands.

"Damn you're sexy." My hand walks up his chest, fingers wrapping around his throat. The gasp he releases is gobbled up by my starving kiss. My tongue weaves in and out of his warm cavern, tasting his flesh.

Milo sucks on my slithering tongue sending dancing tingles through my body. Jack knifing into his tunnel, I push myself with thigh straining thrusts. Milo rocks against me, panting excessively. With lips pressing against all reachable surface area, I mark my love so the whole fucking world knows this god damned man is taken. By me, this gorgeous creature belongs to Neko fucking Evans.

With a guttural cry, my husband spills his seed once again. That body shakes against my chest, sweat dropping between the small spaces my desperate pistons create. Milo groans as the last of his seed sputters from his drained member.

Releasing Milo, I slump over his hips. Pushing against the small of his back, I drive my cock into spaces recently untouched. The vortex of his canal sucks me in. With a slow roll of my hips, I tremble while filling his tight ass to the brim.

My cum seeps around my cock, sealing me inside of my husband. With arms weak from wreckless energy spent, I fall softly against Milo's back. Milo looks back at me with a shit eating grin. Taking yet another chance to devour his sexy lips, I lean down. Milo meets me with eager lips that tenderly nip at my swollen ones. I kiss my baby until the swelling in my cock subsides.

Once I pull away from my husband, I remove myself from atop of him. Pulling him into my arms, I slowly make my way to our shower. Taking time to massage his flesh from my rough show of love, I wash my baby. Milo relaxes against me. I kiss him endlessly, worshipping all that he is. His sweet exhales give me encouragement to over-indulge in every part of who he is.

With clean bodies, I dry us off before carrying Milo back to bed. Removing the laptop, I close it to set it on the nightstand. Milo let's a soft smile play on his lips. His fingers grip my biceps as I hover over him to access any damage my fucking could have caused.

When Milo pulls me down on top of him, I carefully fall into place. Shifting my baby in my arms, Milo places a kiss against my defined chest. My fingers stroll through his hair. Koala's soft snores grace the air. A satisfied smirk covers my face. With his chest rising and falling against my own, I wrap my arms around his much smaller form.

Cash, being the smart dog he is, lazily makes his way up the steps that we placed for him. Snuggling into Milo's side, Cash begins a melody of snores against my husband's whispered exhaustion. The whole of my existence lays against me. My world is complete.

As sleep washes over me, I can't help but realize once again, it comes down to this. Sure, Milo's schooling takes so much away. He's worth it. For everything I give, my baby gives a hundred times more.

Knowing that I have to work tomorrow, I try to settle down enough to sleep. I can't help when my mind drifts to days of yesterday. Days when life wasn't as beautiful, days when we struggled against evil; days when evil tried desperately to win filter in and out of my semi-conscious mind.

The restoration of the abandoned building down town comes into my thoughts. Milo insisted we bought it. I made a small offer with no intentions of actually winning my bid. With Milo's encouragement, we are on our way to opening our own restaurant. My husband puts me first in everything.

Yeah, his schooling is taxing. However, no matter what he does with his degree, I just want Milo to be proud of himself. I'm fucking proud. Milo Evans is the epitome of a survivor, an over comer. Milo is a fucking muse.

Pushing my lips against my husband's forehead I sigh. My eyelids give in to temptation. Sleep finds me while my hands hold everything that is precious between them.