Daniella Monrovo is just like any other person who hated Monday mornings. Her body is begging for some rest but her mind is firmed about her morning routines. She won't let her laziness take over accuracy in her job.

She is currently busy preparing coffee for herself and her husband. She looks up at the digital wall clock, which reads 8:15 am.

More 15 minutes left. Daniella thought.

She hear footsteps descending from the staircase, but she doesn't turn around to look behind. She can already smell her favorite cologne. The person gives her a back hug, giving her a peck of kiss on her cheeks. "Good morning Daniella."

Daniella turned around facing Kyle, "Good morning." She tip-toed, giving him a peck of kiss on his lips. But before she could pull away from him, Kyle deepened the kiss. "I'm so lucky to have you as my wife." He murmured between the kiss.

She pulls away from him, "And I'm also lucky to have you as my husband." She whispered. "Okay, your breakfast is ready. I have to leave for school in about 14 minutes." She spoke, tilting her head, taking a glance at the wall clock again.

Kyle smiles while nodding. He walks to the dinning table and sat at the head of the table. Daniella served him toast and scrambled eggs. She quickly served sausages on another plate. "Two for each." She told.

On cue, footsteps descended from the staircase and Blake Monrovo, older child of the Monrovo, appeared to the dinning room. "Morning Mom. Morning Dad."

"Morning son." Kyle greeted him. Blake walked to his mother, giving her a peck of kiss on cheeks. "Morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well?" She asked while placing three more plates on the table. Blake nodded, silently answering to her mother.

"Two for each." She spoke again, talking about the sausage. Blake took his seat, his mouth watered while looking at on his plate. His hand ran through his black hair, which he inherited from his father. He bit his lips in mischievously as his black eyes held devilry.

"Morning everyone." Blair Monrovo, younger child of Monrovo and twin of Blake, greeted walking into the dining room. Everyone in the room greeted her back. She gave a peck of kiss on her father's cheek before taking her seat which was opposite of her brother. Her brown wavy hair tied up into a braid.

As she was about to sit down, her grey eyes roamed at the sausage plate. "Mom, how many sausages did you made?" Daniella didn't turned around, busying drying dishes, "Total 8, why?"

Blair flabbergasted, "Then how come Blake is having four sausages?" Daniella frowns at hearing her daughter's words. She sets down the dish, turns around while drying her hand with her apron. Kyle, who was busy reading news on his phone, looked up from the screen, slowing setting the phone on the table.

Blake slowly looks up, meeting his mother's eyes then his father's. His mouth stuffed with scrambled eggs. He gave an innocent smile before muffling, "I am hungry."

Daniella chuckled, shaking her head. Blair rolled her eyes and Kyle gave him a pointed look, saying, "Put those sausages on her plate."

Blake slouches before placing two sausages on her sister's plate, "Happy much?"
"Very much!" She answered with a grin.

Daniella took her seat across Kyle. Blake on her right and Blair on her left. She took a bit from her toast, munched it, before saying, "You kids need to hurry up. Your class will begin at 9."

"But mom, we both are attending your class at first slot." Blair spoke as a matter of fact. "I know dear. But that doesn't give you right to be late in my class just because you both are my kids." Daniella explained.

"Don't worry-" Blake spoke after taking a gulp of his orange juice. "We will reach on time."

"I'll be taking you to the school." Daniella said. But the twins shook their head. She frowns before asking reasons.

"Basketball practice." Blake said.
"Dance practice." Blair said.

Daniella nodded before glancing at Kyle. He was staring at her, his corner of his lip twitched upwards. She raised her brows. He touches his corner of his lip before pointing his finger at her. She quickly brushes her finger at the corner of her lips, noticing butter. Her cheeks flushed, didn't met her eyes with his and Kyle's grin widen.

Blair is watching their parent's silent conversation and she couldn't help but think. She mind links her brother, "Psst, Blake." Blake looks at his sister, his brow raised.

"Did you ever thought how Mom and Dad met?" Blake looked between his parents before looking back at his sister. His brows furrowed as he mind links her back, "I don't know. Maybe they met each other in high school at their time?"

Daniella glance at their kids. Their eyes were pretty much focused on each other. She sighed before reminding them, "How many times should I tell you? No twin talking in the house." The twin's mind link broke and they snapped their head at her mother's direction, mumbling sorry.

When the twins were 6, Kyle and Daniella couldn't help but notice their kids being so quite at that time. They encouraged them to speak, but neither of them did. They took them to doctor. The doctor assured the parents that it's just a normal thing in twins. Mind linking. All they have to do is to make sure not to mute themselves. That's where Daniella told them not to twin talk. But she allowed them to do it outside house.

"So care to tell us what were you both mind-linking about?" Kyle nonchalantly asked, raising his brows.

It was quite strange at first when Kyle and Daniella came to know about this. They had questioned the doctor that how their kids mind link each other, after all, they are non-identical twins. The doctor answered that exception exists. And they happen to be one of them.

"Oh you know..." Blair trailed off with a careless tone, not knowing how to say this to her parents. Blake rolled his eyes before speaking up, "Blair was wondering how you two met."

The couple almost choked their own coffee. Quickly placing their cups on the table and wiping their mouth, "And why are you asking that?"

Blair shrugs before responding, "I was watching you two acting all lovey-dovey even seating three feet away from each other. So I was just wondering about it."

The couple looked at each other, a faint smile appearing on their faces. Kyle spoke after clearing his throat, "Your mother and I met each other at a blind date."

This time his kids choked their drinks, "I am sorry. Did you just say blind date?" Kyle nodded.

"Your aunt Lizzy set me up on the date. Originally her mother arranged this for her, but she didn't had guts to tell her mother about her existing boyfriend at that time. So she forced me into this." Daniella explained.

"Her boyfriend, uncle Cedric?" Blake questions, Daniella shakes her head, no.

"What's your side of story?" Blair asks her father with curious tone. "I lost a bet."

"What kind of bet?"

"Your uncle Jon made a bet with me that if my choosing team, in baseball match, wins, then rest of my amigos have to give me 100 bucks, each. If not, then I have to give it to them."

"What does it had to do with the date?" Blake asks, raising his brow.

"You see, my chosen team lost the match. So it means that I had to give the Amigos 100 bucks. Cedric and Jonathan accepted the money but Freddie didn't. Instead, he wanted me to go to the blind date he set me up."

"Wow." The twins whispered in amazement. "Did you two ever regretted on going to the date?"

The couple looked at each other, silently wanting to know their spouse's reply. "At starting, I thought that I will be regretting it." Daniella said.

"But at the end, I didn't." Kyle finished. Daniella smiled before adding, "Same here." Kyle smiled as well.

"Interesting." Blair said with a grin. Blake nodded, agreeing with her.

"Okay, enough with the interesting stories-" Kyle said cheerfully, pointing his fork at his kids. "-you still have to go to school."

The twins groaned in response. "C'mon, hurry up. Or else you will be late."

The kids and the couple hastily completed their breakfast. "I'm outta here." Blake announced, standing up and jogging to the front door, picking up his backpack from sofa seat. "Hey wait up!" Blair yelled, quickly gulping her drink and standing up.

"Okay, bye Dad. See you in class Mom!" Blair quickly jogged to her brother before picking up her backpack from sofa set as well. "C'mon Blair! Hurry up!" The twins ran out of the house, going to the school by car.

Daniella stood up, quickly taking her and kids plate and putting it in sink. "Daniella, leave it. I'll do them for you." Kyle advised. Daniella shook her head, "It's alright. I'll do it real quick." She protested.

"Daniella you don't have enough time. You'll be late. Besides I don't have any shifts today." Daniella turned around, giving him a grateful smile. "Now c'mon. Let me drop you off at your workplace."

"But how will you go back home?" Daniella asks her husband with concern face. "I'll go back by taxi. Now hurry up!"

* * *

Daniella walks inside the staff room of the Greenwich Avenue High school. Kyle was silently trailing behind her looking around at the school. "The school hasn't changed a bit." Kyle comments with a smile.

Daniella looks above her shoulder at Kyle, chuckling, "Yes, not a bit." She quickly sets her big leather bag on the table, pulling out files.

"Daniella!" Someone calls her, making the couple whip their head to the direction of the voice. A woman of around mid 40s walks towards her.

"Morning Mrs. Montenegro." Daniella greeted her. "Here are all the files regarding the topics your students should choose. Due date and completion of checking date is given at the end of the file." Mrs. Montenegro explains, while Daniella nods understandingly.

She looks above Daniella's shoulder, "Ah! You must be Mr. Monrovo." Kyle smiled, responding, "Please call me Kyle."

"Your wife hasn't went through a single day not daydreaming about you." Daniella's eyes widen at hearing Mrs. Montenegro words.

A smirk appeared on Kyle's face, "Oh really? You miss me that much?" He teases her. "Shut up." Daniella mumbles. Kyle stays silent, staring at his wife, grin slowing widening every second.

"Young love." Mrs. Montenegro said dreamily. "I wish I have it same just like yours." She mumbles.

The Monrovos turned their head to her direction, not completely understanding what she meant. "Arranged marriage." She spoke.

"Its not like my husband and I love each other. We both fell in love during our marriage. But at the same time we both know that we can't keep expectations from one another. Which isn't the same in love marriage."

The Monrovos slowly nod their head, comprehending her words.

Expectations.

Fulfilling their spouse's expectations is what love between Monrovo couple exists.

But is that enough?

* * *

The couple arrived at the class five minutes before the warning bell. "Good morning everyone!" Daniella chirped as she enters the class. Few of the students greeted her back.

"Okay, we still have ten more minutes to begin our class. I want everyone of you to submit your assignment right now."

Kyle leaned back against the blackboard, watching the kids rummaging their notes, marking some points in their copy. Few of them talking to each other.

A smile crept on his face on seeing few boys talking to each other at the back benches. "The history repeats itself." He mumbles. Daniella, who was busy arranging her books on the table, heard him whisper something.

She looked above her shoulder, at her husband, "You said something?" Kyle smiled before pointing at the boys with his eyes. Daniella followed his gaze, a knowing smile on her face, "Of course, you were a backbencher."

Kyle chuckles, before nodding.

The classroom door burst open revealing a boy. His sinister smirk plastered on his face was enough proof for Kyle that he is a troublemaker.

The boy appeared in front of Daniella's desk, "Good morning, Ms. Monrovo."

"Good morning James." Daniella greeted him back, busy collecting assignments from students.

Kyle stepped forwards, his arm went around his wife's waist possessively, "Actually, it's Mrs. Monrovo." He corrected James.

James narrowed his eyes at him, while Kyle smirked, bringing his face near Daniella's neck, nuzzling her. Daniella bit her lips, trying hard to stop smiling but miserably failed, "Kyle, kids are seeing us." She whispered, stifling her moan.

Kyle buried his face more near her neck, mumbling, "Then let them see. They should know who you belong to."

Daniella shook her head lightly, keeping her palm on his broad shoulders before pushing him away.

Kyle straightened himself, showing James a proud grin. James let out a huff, strolling to the back of the classroom. Once he settled down at his seat, Daniella faced her husband, "You seriously had to act all possessive in front of the kids?"

Kyle shrugged before saying, "Well its not my fault that boys here are hitting on you and I am getting jealous."

Daniella chuckles, turning her head back to her desk, resuming her task.

"Wait, don't tell me that you don't get jealous if any girl flirts with me." Daniella shook her head, suppressing her smile. Kyle moved closer to her, his hot breath fanning on her neck, "You pretty little liar." A naughty tone was laced in his voice.

He pulled himself away from her, leaning against the blackboard again when Blake with a strut entered the class.

"Oh hey dad. Didn't expected you here." He spoke while rummaging his assignment from his backpack. "Oh well, I didn't either." Daniella shots her husband a 'Really?' look.

Handing over his assignment to her, Blake turned his face, facing the whole class, looking for a empty seat. But a frown appeared on his face when his eyes met with someone. He turned around, his back now facing the whole class, "You see that guy wearing black and red strip shirt?" He mumbles to his father while his eyes were trained on blackboard.

Kyle's eyes roamed over the classroom before spotting the person, "You mean James?" Blake looks at his father with wide eyes, yet he continued, "Yes, him. Frequently I see him flirting with my mom. Even once I eavesdropped him, saying that he is finding a way to....bang her." Blake finished the last word with a disgust and uneasy expression pulled up on his face.

Kyle's jaws clenched and his hands turned into a fist. "Don't worry son. I have showed him something which will be a reminder to him every time he sees her." He assured him.

Blake smile at hearing this. With a curt nod, he walks away, plopped down at an empty seat.

A warning bell triggered and on cue Blair along with three girls entered the class.

"I was wondering when you'll join." Daniella spoke sarcastically. Blair showed her an innocent smile, "Sorry Mom, had came up with something."

Her eyes met her father's, "Dad! What are you doing here?"

He shrugs while responding, "I was waiting for this class to begin."

Daniella shook her head, amending, "Actually he was waiting for me to kick him out of the class." Blair and the girls snickered while Kyle dramatically puts his hand over his chest, "You wouldn't dare!"

Daniella chuckles, diverting her attention to the girls, "I hope you have completed your assignments."

"Yes Mrs. Monrovo." A girl spoke enthusiastically.

The girls handed over their assignments to Daniella. While Daniella was buying checking the number of assignments submitted, the girls were nudging Blair. She frowns, taking a side glance at them and then at her father.

"Oh dad, this is Jennifer, Stacey and Pixie." She spoke gesturing her friends with her hand.

"Guys, this is my father."

"Hello girls." The girls were having a goofy smile on their face, whispering hi dreamily.

The bell triggered meaning that the class begins. "As much as I love to stay and chat, you have class to attend." Kyle spoke.

He gave a quick kiss on Daniella's lips before walking out.

"Alright everyone, settle down." She spoke out loud, clapping her hands twice.

"Isn't he so hot?" Pixie spoke with a giggle while walking towards an empty seat.

"I know right!" Stacey spoke with a hushed time yet excitement was laced.

Blair looked back at her friends, scrunching her nose, "You guys are disgusting. He's my dad, for your kind information."

Though the girls spoke with low voice, yet Daniella could heard it. She can feel a pit of jealousy growing inside her and she can conclude that she is a little bit jealous.

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