It was a beautiful day on a Saturday morning and Michael was feeling like a lucky man. Despite being in his mid-thirties, he still had it going on. He had woken up early to hit the gym and now he was finally back at home, sweaty yet feeling good and healthy.
Coming home, Michael knew that none of his kid was awake because it was only about ten o'clock and the house was still standing. He made his way back up to his room only to see his wife still lazily sleeping in bed. He smiled to himself as he stripped out of his clothes before he threw himself on the bed.
"Michael, what the hell?" Nikita groaned sleepily at her childish husband.
"Good morning." Michael greeted his wife with a morning kiss on the lips. "Come on baby, wake up! It's ten o'clock and I'm hungry."
Nikita raised her eyebrows. "Why can't you go make your own food?" She asked.
"Why are you my wife?" Michael replied.
Nikita rolled her eyes. "You're so annoying." She said as she pulled the covers away from her body. She was really enjoying her sleep up until now.
She was about to get up out of bed when she felt Michael grab her arm. "Hey, where are you going?" He asked.
"To the bathroom to clean up, then go make breakfast." Nikita replied irritatedly.
"Nope you're not." Michael said. "Not until you give me a kiss."
"No." Nikita said.
"Come here."
"No."
"What do you mean no?" Michael raised his eyebrows.
"You're being annoying." Nikita said.
"I'm supposed to annoy you." Michael chuckled. "You're my wife, who else am I suppose to go bother?" He asked.
Nikita sighed. "Well then I guess you don't care if you starve." She said.
Michael grimaced at her. "Nikita DaSilva, you have five second to get your sexy ass back on that bed and love me or-"
"Or what?" Nikita interrupted.
Michael had something much nicer in mind before but since she decided to get cocky, he changed his mind.
Nikita didn't even know when he got off the bed, she didn't know when he got to her side of the bed so quickly but she sure as hell felt him swap her off her feet then throw her on the bed like she weighted nothing and climbed on top of her.
"You were saying?" Michael smirked.
Nikita rolled her eyes. "Are you sure I married you eight years ago?" She asked.
Michael looked as if he might be thinking about it before he nodded. "Yeah, you did." He said. "Now give me kiss."
"No." Nikita shook her head.
"Why?" Michael pouted.
"Because I don't want to." She replied.
Michael frowned. "Are you pregnant?" He asked.
"What?"
"You're being moody." Michael said.
Nikita rolled her eyes again. "I'm not being moody, and no, I'm not pregnant, again." She clarified before she captured his lips in a passionate kiss that lasted longer than she planned. Sometimes no matter how much she can really dislike this man, at the end of the day he's always going to be that guy who can take her to a whole other planet when he kisses her that deeply and passionately. Moments like these makes her proud to have given him eight years of her life.
Her husband can be annoying sometimes, but she wouldn't want it any other way. This man on top of her right now is not only the father of her three children; he's everything that she is. He's the love of her life, her best friend, her lover. He's everything and beyond.
However, their kiss eventually came to an end when they heard three squealing voices at their door.
"You guys need to close some doors, Ewwww!" Hayley commented.
Stephanie nudged her big sister in the arm. "Shut up, Hayley. They're cute."
Both Michael and Nikita rolled their eyes at their children who were currently walking towards them on the bed.
"Is there anything you'd like to say too, Izzie?" Michael asked.
The two year old nodded. "Kiss again!" She exclaimed.
Michael giggled proudly as he kissed the child on the lips. "You're definitely my daughter."
The corner of Nikita's lips tipped up and her eyebrows sank into a gaze of disbelief as she pulled Stephanie on her lap and kissed her hair.
"Alright, what are you monsters doing in my room?" She asked.
"It's Saturday, mom." Stephanie replied as she played with Nikita's fingers.
"And Izzie wanted to come to your room this morning." Hayley said.
Izzie pouted at her older sister. "Liar." She retorted. "You're in big trouble, missy."
Nikita chuckled. "Spill it." She said looking back and forth at her three girls.
"We wanted to come annoy you for the first half of the morning until we figure out what we're doing for date night tonight." Hayley replied truthfully.
"Well how about breakfast in bed, mama?" Michael suggested.
"YES!" The three kids shouted excitedly.
Breakfast in bed with mommy and daddy is the best thing to do on a Saturday morning. They can just sit in the middle of their parents; have a delicious, healthy breakfast while watching cartoons. It's perfect.
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Nikita had gone down the kitchen to get breakfast ready for a family. She didn't know why she agreed to a menu for breakfast this morning and quite frankly, it was a stupid idea because she literally had to make something for everyone.
But then again, she sort of gets a thrill out of it.
She came back upstairs with a large tray of breakfast in her hands with different things.
Izzie wanted homemade oatmeal with cherries and a glass of orange juice. Stephanie wanted chocolate brownie waffles with blackberry sauce and a glass of milk. Hayley wanted toasted raisin scones with strawberry milk. Michael wanted a smoked salmon and cream cheese bagel, an apple and a fresh cup of coffee. And for herself, Nikita had a soufflé omelet and a nice cup of coffee too.
Everything was there.
And that look of happiness that was in her kids and husband's eyes when they were eating their breakfast while watching cartoons is a look that will forever stay in her mind. Looking at them make her realize how much she has to be grateful for everyday. It's truly amazing.
Having that feeling of being the best mother and wife in the world really is rewarding…
After breakfast and a few jokes and laughter, the kids ended up falling back asleep between their parents on the huge king sized bed. Yet another beautiful sight.
Three little angels and they were absolutely precious.
"Well look at that." Michael whispered quietly.
Nikita smiled as she stroked Hayley's dark brown hair and kiss Izzie's forehead. "They're growing up so fast." She said tearfully.
"Yeah," Michael agreed. "Hayley's already thirteen, Steph is turning seven soon and Izzie's two." He said proudly. "We did a pretty damn good job raising them but it's only the beginning."
Suddenly he felt kind of old.
Michael grabbed Nikita's hands and kissed her fingers one by one then tightly intertwined their fingers together. "Thank you." He said.
No explanation was needed. Nikita knew why and she never quite understands why he thanks her for what they both worked so hard to have and keep. Maybe it's because deep down she knows how much it really takes to raise three wonderful girls and not three brats. Being a mother and a wife is hard at all times. And hell yes, she takes all the credit she can for making it work eight years and counting in this marriage. It takes a person with lots of heart, care, and determination to handle all that.
In some way, you can say that she's pretty proud of herself. She should be anyways.
"I love you." Nikita finally replied.
Michael smiled as he carefully leaned over the kids and repeatedly pecked his wife's lips. "I love you, too."
The five of them all eventually fell asleep for long hours in each other's arms. This morning was a perfect morning and anything better than the view that was created would be disappointing.
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The family woke up somewhere between three o'clock in the afternoon to the beeping of Michael's phone on the bedside table.
It was Sean inviting them out for an afternoon activity around six o'clock. Since they didn't even know what they were doing this afternoon for family fun night, Michael quickly took Sean on his offer.
They were going to see a game of polo then have a nice family get together dinner at some fancy restaurant while they're at it. It didn't sound too bad at all for a casual Saturday night.
"Who was that?" Nikita asked sleepily when Michael finally hung up.
Michael sighed. "Sean." He replied. "I think we just figured out what to do tonight for family fun night."
"What?" Hayley asked.
"How does front seats to a polo game followed by a great dinner in the city, sounds?" Michael said.
"Cool." Nikita said quite excited.
She likes horses, it's probably why. And besides, it's family night. She's always looking forward to those.
"Can we fit mini golfing into that?" Stephanie asked hopefully.
"We can absolutely try." Michael replied.
"AWESOME!" Stephanie shouted.
Both Michael and Nikita giggled at their gay-(gleeful) children.
"You buggers better go get ready then." Michael said.
"Hey, I thought we were munchkins?" Izzie objected.
Michael smiled at the little girl then placed a big kiss on her lips. "You can be my munchkin for the rest of the day, how about that?" He said.
"No, I wanna be mommy's munchkin."
Nikita face broke into a wide smile as she looked at Michael who had an aghast look on his face.
It was totally priceless.
"Take that, daddy!" Nikita burst.
"That's how you feel?"
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The kids had gone getting ready while Michael and Nikita stayed in bed for a few more minutes. They were thinking about redeeming their morning activity to a deeper level but the kids were awake and they had to go get ready themselves.
Pulling away from their blissful kiss, Nikita smiled happily then lay her head on her husband's huge, muscular biceps.
"Do you realize that you're all tattooed up?" She said randomly as she traced her fingernails on his chest.
"Yeah, don't I look hot like that?" Michael teased.
Nikita chuckled. His ego can get a little out of hand sometimes but there's no denying that he does look hot especially with those muscles.
"Yes you do." She replied then kissed his chest. In the process she sniffed him. Usually Michael always smells good but right then…
"Uh, baby you stink." Nikita whispered.
Michael laughed amusingly. "I know." He admitted. "I went to the gym this morning, remember? And I didn't take a shower yet."
"You should go take a shower." Nikita said. "No offense."
"How about we should? You didn't take a shower either, Mrs. Perfect."
He had disappeared under the sheets and before Nikita knew it; her panties were being stripped down her legs and Michael's face was now buried between her thighs with her legs spread wide open over his shoulders.
"Oh, okay." Nikita moaned.
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An hour later, Michael had finally decided to get up to go take a shower while Nikita was still clinging onto the bed from the aftermath of a powerful orgasm. Though she would have preferred cuddling after Michael just rocked her world, she knew they had to get up to take a shower.
They were really dirty.
"Babe, are you coming?" Michael asked.
Nikita nodded as she continued to breathe heavily. "Yeah, go ahead. I still need a second." She replied.
Michael went to the master bathroom and got the shower started. He washed his silky hair with gel and as he was getting more gel in his hands to wash his body and scrub off the sweat of his morning's workout and the smell of latex from a few minutes ago, Nikita stepped in behind him.
"Need some help?" She asked spontaneously as she wrapped her arms around his torso and kissed the back of his neck.
"No, no, no. Not this time. We really need to get ready babe." He said as he turned around.
Nikita pouted at him. "I was just being friendly here, sailor. I'm not that greedy." She replied.
Michael smiled at her as he tilted her head back and lightly dropped his lips on hers for a wet, teasing kiss. "Well in that case," He whispered huskily. "I don't think I mind a little help." He finished then handed Nikita the sponge.
They took turns washing each other's bodies under the warm water as they passionately savor each other's lips.
Somehow, being in this shower like this reminded them both of their honeymoon. It truly was a great day.
"We should pick this up later." Michael murmured against his wife's swollen lips and pushed a stray of wet locks from her eyes.
Nikita smiled. "We'll see," She whispered. "But that would depend on you." Her eyes traveled at his hard on and back to his eyes as she stepped out of the shower.
Michael silently laughed to himself as he turned off the water. He's looking forward to dessert for sure tonight.
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After Michael had finished getting dressed, he finally went to the girl's rooms to see if they were getting ready just fine. Sean had already called again to make sure they were still on board.
He saw that Steph and Izzie were ready but Hayley wasn't yet. He poked his head in the room and called for his daughter.
"Hales, honey?"
The shower in the room was running.
"I'm in the shower dad; I'll be out in a few." Hayley replied.
He figured.
"Okay, just hurry up honey." He said.
He was about to leave the room immediately but Hayley's phone begin to uncontrollably buzz on the drawer. Not that he meant to be snooping but he's curious.
He didn't necessarily go through her phone for information. He just peaked on the screen and there was a text message alert on the locked screen.
From José: We're gonna have so much fun!
"Oh…"
Michael slowly walked out of the room without touching anything. He went to his room where Nikita was now changing the sheets and fixing the bed.
He plopped down on the messy bed and supported himself with his shoulders.
"Who's José?" He asked straight forwardly.
Nikita frowned. "Which José are we talking about here?" She asked back.
Michael raised his eyebrows. "How many José (es) do you know?"
"Hayley's friend?" Nikita said.
Michael nodded. "I was hoping you'd know." He told her. "Now what's this thing I heard that's going to be so much fun?" He quoted.
Nikita rolled her eyes. "He's just a friend of hers Michael. They're just going out for pizza tomorrow."
"Pshh, pizza my ass." Michael said. "And why the hell didn't anybody tell me about this?"
"Because she told me and I said yes." Nikita replied.
"Well did you maybe think that I'd like to know that?" Michael asked.
Nikita rolled her eyes. "Don't be a dick, Michael." She said. "Hayley's thirteen. She needs to have some type of social interaction out of school."
"I'm not disagreeing with that." Michael interrupted. "But no daughter of mine is going out with a boy that I don't even know about."
Nikita sighed. "And you wonder why she didn't ask you?"
Michael groaned. "It's call being protective, babe." He said. "Little boys when they turn thirteen and up, they're really hormonal and they begin to hunt pretty little girls." He explained. "They make them believe that they're in love with them and steal all their sugar."
Nikita had to bite her lips really hard not to burst in laughter. She has three daughters and God knows this is only the beginning of him being protective.
And sugar? Where does he come up with that stuff?
"Michael, what in the world are you even talking about?" She laughed. "She's thirteen and it's only pizza. You need to chill before you end up in a hospital."
"Sure." Michael said sarcastically.
Nikita climbed on the bed then kissed his lip lightly and stroked his cheek. "Look, I understand where you're coming from but you have to trust Hayley on this. She needs to feel comfortable being around boys her own age." She reasoned. "Nobody's going to steal her sugar yet because we raised her well enough."
"Fine." Michael sighed.
Oh oh…
"Promise me you're not going to have a whole background check on the boy or hire a private investigator to shadow them on their date?" Nikita said.
That fine sure as hell wasn't convincing enough to her and knowing her husband as well as she does, she knew Michael was definitely up to something.
"Oh, why would I do something so absurd?" Michael mocked sarcastically.
"I'm being serious, Michael." Nikita said.
"Me too." Michael laughed.
"Promise?" Nikita asked as she kissed his lips.
Michael nodded. "Promise." He murmured.
"Oh God." Nikita sighed to herself as Michael left the room once again. She's going to have to go through that not once with Hayley but a million more as Stephanie and Izzie grow older.
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"Stephanie Denise DaSilva!" Michael called throughout the spacious house.
Stephanie came strolling down the stairs as fast as she could at her father's call. Her heart was racing a thousand miles per second and she was certain that she was in trouble.
"Yes daddy?" Steph asked.
"Step into my office. ASAP."
"Oh no." Stephanie murmured to herself as she followed her father to his home office.
"Am I in trouble?" Stephanie asked.
Michael shook his head. "Nope." He kissed the little girl's hair as he pulled out a chair for her. "I need you to be a spy right now."
Well he promised Nikita that he wouldn't hire a professional private investigator. He never said that he wasn't going to brose his way around it. Why pay for what you can do on your own? In Michael's mind spying on Hayley for twenty four hours was a necessary evil.
"Who are we spying on?" Stephanie asked.
"Hayley." Michael sighed.
Stephanie smiled. "I already like this operation." She said smilingly. "But why exactly are we spying on her?"
"Well she's going out on a date with a boy tomorrow and I need some Intels." Michael replied.
"Easy." Stephanie said. "One question first."
"Shoot." Michael drummed his hand on the desk.
"Am I going to go through all that when I'm Hayley's age?" The almost seven year old asked.
Michael nodded. "Probably." He replied truthfully.
"Oh boy." Stephanie cried. "Alright, what's my cut?"
"You really are your mother's child." Michael said as he pulled out his wallet.
"Fifty."
"Double that."
"Forty."
"Dad?"
"Alright, hundred it is." Michael said. "And God, since when did you become such a business woman?"
"Right now." Steph said.
Michael rolled his eyes. "If you can peak at her diary, try." He said.
He knew this was wrong but come on; every single parent in this world had a certain amount of paranoia and overprotection in their blood for their kids. Especially when they're teenage girls.
"How about another hundred?" Steph said.
"What? That's a rip off!" Michael cried.
"Peaking into Hayley's diary can be my death. I wanna die rich dad." Stephanie said. "And besides, you want good Intels right?"
That little girl… ah.
"Two hundred it is." Michael said.
"Great doing business with you, pops." Stephanie kissed her dad's lips before she bolted out of the office.