Chapter 151 -

Chapter 151 -

Epilogue: Five Years Later

The house was loud.

"Stop running!" Nia’s voice cut across the hallway.

"We’re not running!" Leo Jr., the eldest twin who was now five shouted back.

"You are literally running!"

"We’re walking fast!"

"Leo," Nia called.

"I heard that," Leo said calmly, not looking up from his coffee.

"You’re not going to do anything?"

"I am observing the situation."

"Observe them in silence."

Leo finally looked up. "Boys."

Two sets of footsteps slowed immediately.

"Define walking," Leo said.

Luca, the younger twin by four minutes whispered, "Slower than running."

Leo Jr. added, "But faster than standing."

Leo nodded. "Correct. Now demonstrate."

The footsteps resumed, but slower.

Nia exhaled. "You enjoy this too much."

"A little."

Andrea’s voice rang out from the living room. "No!" The word had become the one year and six month old toddlers go-to.

Leo closed his eyes briefly. "Who said no to her?"

"I told her she can’t eat crayons," Ten year old Gabriel said.

"That seems reasonable," Leo replied.

"She disagrees," Gabriel said.

Andrea shouted louder again. "No!"

Nia laughed. "That’s your daughter."

"That is your personality in a smaller body."

"Excuse me?"

"You say no with explanations. She removed the explanations."

"That's progress," Micheal said from the table.

"Stay out of this," Nia and Leo said together.

Isadora smirked. "You two sound married."

"We are married," Leo said.

"Still surprising," Micheal muttered.

Nia pointed at him. "Don’t start."

"I didn’t say anything."

"You never say anything. That’s the problem."

Micheal looked at Leo. "You see what I deal with?"

Leo sipped his coffee. "You’re choosing it."

Isadora kicked Micheal lightly under the table. "Don’t drag him into your suffering."

"I’m not suffering."

"You complain every day."

"I complain with love."

Nia laughed. "That’s new."

"Growth," Isadora said.

"Speaking of growth," Lucia said, walking in, "Gabriel, your bag."

"I packed it," Gabriel replied.

"Show me."

He handed it over.

Lucia checked quickly. "Good. You forgot your lunch."

"I did not."

"You did."

Gabriel blinked. "I did?"

Christian smiled from the doorway. "You were too busy lecturing the twins."

"I was not lecturing. I was advising them."

Leo Jr. appeared. "He told us how to walk with books on our heads."

"It builds balance," Gabriel said.

"It builds neck pain," Luca added.

"Try it again," Gabriel insisted.

"No," Andrea shouted from across the room.

Nia laughed softly. "See? Leadership."

Andrea waddled in, holding a crayon. "No."

"Give me that," Nia said.

Andrea hugged it tighter. "No."

Leo crouched in front of her. "Andrea."

She stared at him.

"Crayons are for paper."

"No."

"If you give it to me, I will give you something better."

She hesitated. "Better?"

"Yes."

"What?"

Leo glanced at Nia.

Nia shrugged. "You started it."

"A biscuit," Leo said.

Andrea thought about it.

"Biscuit," she repeated.

"Yes."

She handed over the crayon immediately.

"Traitor."

Leo stood. "It's called efficiency."

"You bribed her."

"I negotiated."

Micheal nodded. "Future CEO."

"Don’t encourage him," Nia said.

"I’m encouraging the child."

"It's the same thing," Isadora said.

Rosa called from the kitchen. "Breakfast is getting cold!"

Some time later, the table was half empty.

Gabriel stood up. "We’re going to be late."

"You’re not going to be late," Lucia said. "You’re going to be on time."

"That’s the same thing."

"It is not."

Christian smiled. "Go. I’ll drive."

Gabriel grabbed his bag. "Bye."

"Walk," Leo said.

"I am walking fast," Gabriel replied.

Leo nodded. "Acceptable."

The door closed behind them.

Micheal leaned back in his chair. "So."

"So?" Isadora said.

"So when are you going to say yes?"

Nia choked on her drink. "Micheal."

"What? I’m asking a question."

"You are not subtle."

"I don’t do subtle things."

Isadora crossed her arms. "When you stop asking."

"So never."

"Exactly."

Leo watched them. "You two are exhausting."

"You love us," Micheal said.

"I tolerate you."

"That’s love for you."

Nia smiled. "He’s not wrong."

Leo looked at her. "You’re on his side?"

"I’m on the side of entertainment."

Isadora leaned toward Nia. "You remember Pearlbot?"

Nia laughed softly. "Every day."

Micheal frowned. "Why does that sound like a trauma bond?"

"It is," Nia said.

"And look at us now," Isadora added.

Micheal looked around. "This is insane."

"Good insane," Nia said.

He nodded slowly. "Yeah. Good insane."

(Later that night… )

Upstairs, Luca laughed mischievously. Andrea shouted something unintelligible from her crib, the toddler equivalent of a battle cry.

“That’s not fair!” Leo Jr. uttered, already claiming authority over his brother and probably roping Gabriel into whatever chaos they’d started.

Nia smiled. “Your sons.”

“Our sons.”

“Our daughter,” she corrected, nodding toward the baby monitor where Andrea’s little voice still babbled.

“Our chaos,” he said.

“Our life.”

Leo nodded. “Our life.”

He pulled her closer, hands sliding down to grip her waist. “You’re not getting rid of me,” she added, voice dropping into something darker, hotter.

“I’m aware.”

“Good.”
They stood there, quiet for a moment, the air between them thickening.

“Coffee?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I’ll make it.”

“That’s new.”

“I’m evolving.”

“We’ll see.”

He moved toward the counter, but she caught his wrist, spinning him back. The look in her eyes was pure fire now.

The kids’ voices faded into background noise; the house felt suddenly too small for the heat building between them. Nia backed him against the island, hands already working his belt open speedily. “We’ll check on them in a minute,” she whispered, mouth brushing his jaw. “Right now I need you.”

Leo’s hands were under her shirt in seconds, his palms sliding up warm skin to cup her breasts, thumbs circling already-hard nipples. She gasped, arching into him, and he swallowed the sound with a deep kiss, his tongue stroking hers, tasting the faint coffee from earlier and the raw need beneath it.

Their clothes hit the floor in a messy trail: her shirt, his pants, her leggings kicked aside. He lifted her onto the counter, the granite cool against her bare ass, and dropped to his knees.

His mouth found her instantly: hot, wet, relentless. His tongue flicked her clit while two fingers slid inside, curling just right. Nia’s head fell back, one hand fisted in his hair, the other gripping the edge of the counter as her hips rocked against his face.

“Leo—fuck—yes,” she moaned, thighs trembling around his ears. He didn’t stop until she came hard, thighs clamping, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.

He rose, his cock heavy and leaking, and she pulled him between her legs. “Get inside me now.”

He thrust in deep in one smooth stroke without hesitation, burying himself to the hilt in tight, slick heat. They both groaned. He fucked her right there on the counter hard and steady, the slap of skin echoing in the quiet kitchen. Her nails raked his back, legs locked around his waist, urging him deeper.

“Harder,” she demanded, voice wrecked. “Don’t hold back.”

He didn’t. He drove into her with everything he had, one hand braced on the counter, the other gripping her hip, angling so he hit that spot that made her see stars. Sweat slicked their skin.

Her walls fluttered around him, another orgasm building fast. When she came again, clenching like a vice, he followed, burying his face in her neck, groaning her name as he spilled deep inside her, pulse after pulse.

They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, hearts hammering. The kids had finally gone quiet, the house settling into the kind of peace only parents knew was temporary.

Nia kissed his temple. “It’s enough.”

Leo held her gaze, still buried inside her, the aftershocks still rippling through both of them. “It’s more than enough.”