Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Compleanno

•Apollo DiStefano•
•Two weeks later•

Guess who turns 32 tomorrow? This bitch. My thumbs are up in case you're getting distracted by my beautiful face.

"Napoleon this doesn't fit daddy," I tried putting on the shark hat and my son laughed clapping his hands. "What does uncle Ily think?" I gazed at Ilya who was stirring the pot of Caldo de queso (a Mexican dish one of the Athenas told Arabella about).

Ilya chuckled glancing at me "I think this is ready," he put down the spoon and reached in the upper cabinets for bowls and more bowls. "Can someone go get Arabella?" he requested turning off the stove.

"Your turn, Mariano," I said glancing at him over my shoulder; the fucker's eyes were fixated on his phone. "Mariano, what are you doing? Didn't you just hear my command?"

"I'm not a dog," my best friend got up from the chair and walked out with his eyes still on the screen.

"WOOF WOOF!" Ilya teased.

A chuckle left my mouth as I picked up my son "What is up with him anyway? He's been so secretive the past two weeks, he changed his password and now I can't make my dick pics his wallpaper."

The Russian stud chuckled "Well, what you just said is one reason to change his password."

"It isn't, he loves me," Napoleon pulled the hat off of my head...then it clicked in my head "Oh! I know what he is doing!" I whisper-yelled approaching Ilya.

His right eyebrow arched "Why are you whisp–"

"SHHH!" I covered his mouth with my left hand. "He must be plotting with my wife about my birthday present," I whispered with a smile on my face.

He gently removed my hand from his mouth "I thought you hated surprises."

"This is no surprise," I scoffed. "It's my birthday, gifts are expected."

"Okay, little brat."

My smile widened as I ignored his comment "Maybe she got me tickets to a Shawn Mendes concert with the VIP access."

"Someone is in love," he teased, picking up a bowl.

"Have you seen Shawn Mendes? He is as hot as the sun," my feet took me out of the kitchen and I was met with the image of my wife walking down the steps as Mariano stood behind her, still looking at his damn phone. "Mariano!"

"What?" he was dismissive. Rude bitch.

"Why are your eyes glued to your fucking phone?"

"Angela is having some trouble with the twins so she is making a lot of questions." Oh yes, these days Emiliano and Angela take care of Serafina, Viola and Chiara a lot since they plan on having babies of their own in the near future. Honestly Emiliano is someone I can't not be in favor of because the man is fucking amazing; great values, loves my sister, he asked me for my blessing, hardworking and he's also handsome. Emiliano is lucky to have someone as loyal and caring as Angela, she gives her everything when she's interested and I've seen guys break her heart countless times but I'm certain that won't happen again.

"Can someone help me?" Arabella groaned craddling her bump.

I immediately put Napoleon down and picked up my wife, bridal style "Your back, princess?"