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Flynn opened the door of the Rolls Royce for us. "Mommy," Milan squealed. "The car has stars on the ceiling. That's so cool."

I chuckled. "Really?"

He nodded his head wildly. "Yes, it's so cool. Dad, why don't you have a car like this?"

"Do you want something like this?" Flynn asked as he sat in the passenger seat. "I'll buy you one for your next birthday."

I cleared my throat loudly. "I hope you mean a toy Rolls Royce."

"Mom, I want a real one." Milan said.

"For that, you are still too young. You are not even allowed to drive yet."

"Then I will assign a driver for him." Flynn said in a matter-of-fact.

"Flynn!"

..........

Roger's mansion was amazingly stunning. It had a ground-floor entrance hall that had access to the magnificent living room and a dining room opening onto the garden. The landscaped garden directly overlooks the Champ de Mars and commands panoramic views of the Eiffel Tower and les Invalides.

"Zhoya, darling. I brought guests." Roger's voice boomed through the whole mansion. We walked through the beautiful hallway and ended up in a equipped kitchen with dining facilities.

Roger walked up to his wife who was wearing a purple apron. "It smells good in here darling."

"Hello," Zhoya greeted us. She wiped her hands on her apron. "I'm sorry I can't hug you guys. My fingers are still sticky with flour. I'm not done baking yet" She smiled apologetically at us.

"Mommy, I wanna cake."

"Amari." I said sternly. "Go greet aunty Zhoya first. "

"Hi Aunty Zhoya." Amari greeted shyly.

"Hello sweetheart. Do you want to have a slice chocolate cake or pumpkin spice?"

"Chocolate!"

"Good choice," Zhoya laughed as she sliced a piece of cake for Amari.

"What do you say Amari?" I said as Zhoya handed her the cake on a plate.

"Thank you, aunty Zhoya."

"You're welcome, sweet heart."

Roger showed us our rooms. "I hope you will have a pleasant stay here. I'm just so excited that he finally decided to stay over at mine." Roger patted Flynn's back. "No more hotels, cousin."

Flynn chuckled. "I should have taken your advice from the beginning."

After Roger left, Aunt Lydia opened her room and let out a loud gasp. "This is so fancy." She said in a hush tone. "I feel like Kris Jenner."

I laughed and helped her bring her stuff inside. "Get use to this lavish lifestyle, Tia."

"I should say that to you, hija." Aunt Lydia closed the door behind her. "Are you happy?"

I gave her a weird look. "What do you mean?" I laughed. "Of course I'm happy."

"I don't mean that. I mean are you happy with this life?"

"I am, Tia. With or without Flynn, we would still lead a very luxurious life."

"Your parents would be so proud of you." Aunt Lydia smiled. "Anyways, I will freshen up, I think you should too. Are you going to sleep in Flynn's room?"

"I guess so. My stuff isn't here."

"Well then, I'll see you later." Aunt Lydia let me out and I walked to Flynn's room that was across hers.

I opened the door and Flynn was busy unpacking his stuff. "Where are the kids?" I asked as the room was so quiet.

"They are in their own room."

"What?" I asked astonished. They have their own room.

"Come on, pudding." Flynn laughed. "They cannot sleep with us. Besides we need some mommy and daddy time."

"Of course. Whatever you say Vasilios."

He grinned and walked over towards me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. "My sweet pudding." He murmured, his mouth close to my lips. I could feel his hot minty breath fanning my face.

He placed a soft and gentle kiss on my lips. It totally caught me off guard.

"I love you." He whispered.

Jill Malik P.O.V

"I hate you!"

Flynn tried to grab the tablet out of my hand, but it was already too late. Order cancelled.

"Pudding!" he cried out as he tapped furiously on the screen. "What did you do? You were not even supposed to know."

"I told you already. Amari is turning three not twenty three. You cannot buy a diamond necklace for her that cost over five million. Normal fathers don't do that."

"I'm not a normal father." Flynn put the tablet back on the nightstand and turn around to face me. "I'm a cool father."

"Yeah right." I muttered.

"She could have use it for later you know. It could have been an investment. She would own one of the most expensive necklaces and when she goes to kindergarten she can brag about it, oh and she can also say that Jessica Alba wore that necklace to the golden globes."

"Really, Flynn?" I stared at him, shaking my head. "Those kids only care about toys. No one would be interested in a necklace---,"

"It's not just a necklace." Flynn interrupted me. "It's a $5.8 million necklace."

"Well they wouldn't care either. And they wouldn't even care about Jessica Alba."

"Then what do you suggest me to give her, mommy?" Flynn asked emphasizing the last word.

"Well, an inflatable castle, toys... I don't know, but something for a three year old."

"A bentley."

I glared at Flynn and he laughed out loud. "I'm kidding. I will buy a grand victorian mansion for her."

"A what?!"

"Chill, pudding. It's a playhouse. It will be in the garden. Amari will love it." Flynn said, stroking my bare upper arm.

"I don't have a garden."

"In my garden of course, I mean you will live with me eventually."

"Flynn." I grunted and stood up from the bed. "I'll take a shower."

"Are you mad?" He asked. "I was just stating the obvious."

I rolled my eyes and opened the door to the bathroom. "I'm not mad. Just be a normal father."

"I am a cool father, normal is boring!" I heard him yell out.