Callista Genovese blinked at the harsh light coming from the gaps of their room's curtain. She groaned and buried her face on her husband's chest.

She tried to go back to sleep but failed. Caly decided to get on with her original plan. She kissed Castor's cheek and whispered, "Happy birthday, darling."

Castor's hand came up to her hair, the other stroke her cheek. "And where's my gift?"

A salacious smirk curled on her lips as her hand moved over his covered cock.

He leaned in, pressing his lips on her ear. "Taste me, your majesty, please."

She grinned. It was the same words he used the first time she had put her mouth on him. It had taken her a long time to be okay with it but seeing Castor's happiness had erased her inhibitions about oral sex.

Still, she'd reserved her efforts for special occasions no matter how much her husband begged.

She's evil like that.

Callista laughed as she yanked him to the edge of the bed. She dropped on her knees and dragged his boxers down his legs. She watched as his length hardened and stretched to prominence.

She heard him cuss as she began to stroke him over and over. Caly tightened her grip, knowing that he liked it hard.

Their eyes met as her mouth descended on him. Her lips wrapped tightly around him, sliding downward as far as she could take him. She sucked, hollowing her cheeks out as she worked him over.

"Darling," he muttered as her tongue rolled around his head. "Fuck!"

Castor gripped her hair, throwing his head back as a harsh growl erupted from his throat. His hips jerked as she continued bringing him to the edge.

"Mom!" A yell came from outside the bedroom.

"Shit!" Castor's hands dropped from her hair as he shoved at her shoulders. "Caly!"

Caly released him with a laugh as she stood up and put on her robe. "Wait. I'll be back."

Callista saw Amara's running figure as she went out of their bedroom. She followed her daughter to the kitchen and wanted to face palmed herself at the mess.

Their kitchen staff was cleaning up but her son continued to awkwardly swirl the pancake batter that caused it to flick everywhere.

Amara tried to pull his brother away but the five-year-old would cry and his sister was too much of a softie to scold him.

"Mom!" Amara yelled again as her sheet music fell from her hand.

Caly shook her head and went to her kids. She ruffled the little boy's hair. "Aiken, what are you doing?"

"I wanna cook for daddy!" he answered with a pout. "And give him gifts! Look, mommy!" His movements caused the bowl to flip.

Caly cringed. "Aiken, I told you that you cannot do the cooking alone, right? I told you to ask for help because you're still little..."

Aiken blinked his green eyes as his lower lips trembled. "B-but... I don't have gift for Daddy!" He mumbled a few more incomprehensible words before he spoke clearly. "And Ama has gift!"

"Well, your gift can be cleaning up," she said. "You know Daddy doesn't like messy kitchens, right?"

Aiken nodded in succession. "I can do that! Aiken is good at cleaning!"

"Okay then!" She watched as Aiken grabbed the dishrag and wiped the counter. Caly gestured for the maid to assist the little boy as Amara waved her wrinkled sheet music.

"Amara, are you okay?"

Her ten-year-old daughter shrugged as she straightened the paper on her hands.

"Princess, you know your dad will still be happy, right? No need to get nervous."

Amara whirled, making her black hair waved over her shoulders. "I know, Mom! But still... I could improve the parts—Sorry, Mom."

Caly smiled. "It's okay. But I still stand by my words. Even if you make a mistake, your dad won't care and..." She leaned in to whisper her next words. "I won't notice."

Amara chuckled. "Thanks, Mom! I'll go practice."

Callista marched back to the master's bedroom. She didn't think she'd be okay with being a wife but she loved it. She did miss working so sometimes she'd still teach and take part in Starix' ad campaigns.

But other than that, she'd rather stay home with her kids.

She entered the bedroom to see Castor about to open the door. "What happened?" he asked.

At the same time, she questioned, "Where are you going?"

"Well, you might need help," Castor mumbled, scratching at his temple.

Caly scanned over his form. "And what did you..." She raised an eyebrow, stifling a laugh. "You didn't...?"

Cas turned away as he flushed from her words. "What did you want me to do? What if the kids were in trouble? And I couldn't help because I had a stupid hard-on?"

Caly burst out laughing as his husband rubbed a hand over his face. "Caly, it's not funny!"

She continued chuckling at his stressed expression. "Okay, fine. Then, I guess we'll do it next year."

"What?" He clutched her wrist and hugged her from behind. "Come on. Don't do that to me, your majesty. I'm gonna die, I swear."

Callista laughed at his exaggeration as Castor kissed her neck. His fingers unlaced her robe, a hand squeezing her boob while the other cupped her center.

"They're okay, right?" he whispered.

"Yeah. Aiken's being independent as usual." She swiveled to face him, wounding her arms around his neck.

"Hmm. Wonder where he got that from."

Caly gazed at him and what he saw made his eyes lit up. "I'm thinking... maybe we can have another kid?"

Castor smiled as if he could read her mind. "If you want to."

"No arguments?"

"Not really. I will love and care for any child we have." He pressed her closer to his body. "Besides, I'm fine with anything that makes your boobs bigger."

Callista rolled her eyes at him before she kissed him. They knew they didn't have the time so the kiss was intense and fast. Nevertheless, it remained passionate with all their love in it.

It had been twelve years since they got married and ten when they had Amara. They seldom have a peaceful time with work and kids. And often no sex but Castor had never complained.

He was determined to be the best father to their kids. Maybe it was the remnants from their childhood but they certainly became better because of it.

That deserved a reward.

Caly smirked as she knelt in front of him. "Ready?"

Castor licked his lips. "Hell, yeah."

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Callista watched her daughter beamed as she sauntered towards them. She did look like a princess with her dark long hair and a white dress that complemented her golden skin. Amara had been excellent with the violin since she was five that even her teacher had nothing but praises for her.

It had been her daughter's life. But lately, she noticed how she became extra focused. It almost looked like she was struggling.

But now, there was a bright smile on her face. She wondered what happened. Whatever it was, it eased Caly's concerns.

"Happy Birthday, Dad!" she exclaimed as Castor kissed the top of her head. "Did you like it?"

"Like it? Princess, I love it!" Castor replied. "Though I thought you would play Wieniawski?"

Amara looked at them, eyes blazing with intensity. "Well, someone told me to do what I want, that I shouldn't play just to show off!"

"Show off? Who told you that?"

Their daughter pursed her lips. "Daddy, it's okay. I liked what he said."

"He?" Castor repeated with a raised eyebrow.

Caly pinched her husband's arm before she turned to Amara. "And who helped you, princess? Is it someone we know?"

Amara whirled around the party venue and suddenly waved to someone. "That's him, Mom. He said he came with Uncle Aslan cause he's going to be his dad."

Callista saw a lanky boy with piercing eyes and jet black hair. "That's Primo, I think. You're friends?"

"Yes, Mom. He plays the piano well." Amara resumed her storytelling while they listened. It didn't take a long time before Amara excused herself to talk to her new friend.

"Friend, huh?" Castor muttered. "It better stay that way."

Her husband was ridiculous at times. "Stop it. She never really had friends who are into music, you know?"

"Still, how old were you when we met? Twelve? Shit!" he continued his complaints. "And look at the boy! He's gonna be a heartbreaker."

Caly shook her head and pulled Castor's arm around her waist. "She's our daughter. I'm sure she'll be fine."

"Fuck." Castor tugged at his tie, his fingers dig into her waist. "I don't enjoy this part of being a father at all."

Her lips twisted into a playful grin. "I hope our next baby's gonna be a girl."

"Please, no."

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hope you like this! the last time we'll see our favorite couple. :(

and obviously, there's gonna be a story for Amara. it's up to you if you'll read it. It's gonna be a teenfic this time. ;)

The title is *drum rolls

'sugar storm'

will be up soon!