Possessive At First Sight EBS 1 (Unedited)

Epilogue

"That's why your sons don't eat at dinner because you're feeding them candies before dinnertime," I berated angrily.

I cocked an eyebrow in annoyance.

He is spoiling them too much. And I'm the one suffering from all their stubbornness.

"I'll eat dinner after my sucker mommy, I promised!" My four years old son, Alexander pleaded. And at his age, he's already good at negotiating.

"No!" I forced a sweet smile, and while I spoke, my eyes were trained on Stavros who was grinning at me.

"He didn't open it yet, babe!" Stavros said.

"Yes, mommy. I didn't open it yet," Alexander echoed, still clutching the candy behind his back.

"Hand it to me," I said, shifting my gaze to Alex, and I smiled sweetly.

Alex shook his head vigorously, a scene that was so very familiar.

"I promise I will eat my dinner, mommy. Just let me taste it," he asked, smiling up at me, trying to warm up my heart.

I shook my head.

"Please? Just this time, it won't happen again," he added, and I stared at him, in disbelief.

I feel like he's not four years old, but an old man in a baby body.

I widened my eyes at him. "Hand it over to me or daddy will get a time out!" I declared sweetly, still smiling at him.

"That could be arranged son," Stavros chuckled, and I threw him a disbelief glance, frowning.

He squatted to his son's level and then whispered. "If mommy can carry daddy to our room."

With our close distances, I heard everything he had said, causing me to scowl.

Alex giggled adorably, green eyes crinkling in amusement.

"Ohh no, no, no, Mr Demakis!" I scowled as I moved my finger from left to right.

Stavros rose to his full height, frowning.

"There is no carrying needed cause you will be sleeping on the couch for a week, starting tonight!" I grinned victoriously, batting my lashes coyly at him.

I know I'm winning this battle.

My husband, as he grow older, his stamina seemed to grow big either.

Glad I decided to get a tubal ligation.

He hastily bent down, and gently snatched the sucker from my son's hands, causing my son to whine in protest.

"But, daddy!" He loudly protested, stomping his foot.

"Sorry son, but daddy doesn't want a time out," he smiled toothily as he apologetically said to my son.

"But dad, you're just sleeping on the couch. It's no big deal," my son's frowned at him.

I smothered down the laughter that was bubbling in my system.

Stavros bent his knees so he was on the same level as his son.

"The couch is not comfortable to sleep with. And daddy can't sleep without mommy" he explained intently.

Alex turned to look up at me, eyes begging. "Can you put daddy to sleep on the couch, mommy?" he asked innocently.

slowly shook my head. "Sorry, but no." I bit my inner cheek to hold back the laughter.

My son who is so persistent turned to Stavros who was suppressing his laughter and blurted out. "Is it because you don't get a kiss from mommy and massage her bum?"