James/Carvelli Extras

Beautiful boy (N+M)

Mateo

"I don't understand what your problem is though."

"You're getting all dressed up, for who? Meetings with old men? You only dress like this with me." Nyla rolls her eyes.

"What are you getting at?" I ask walking out of the closet.

"You're wearing your expensive jewelry, your new expensive shoes, nice ass suit and you smell too rich. You're making a 5 minute appearance yet you look like this." She scoffs

"And what?" I sigh sitting down on the couch in our room. "What are you getting at? Cause I'm thinking something and it isn't something good nor true."

Nyla looks at me. Her eyes searching mine.

"I'm not thinking that." She sighs, coming over and straddling my lap.

"I just don't like when all the other women there stare at you and touch you." My hands go to her satin robe covered waist.

"You don't like when they look at what's yours?" I question with a raised eyebrow.

"Exactly." She nods playing with my tie. "It also boosts your ego. And I'm the one who has to deal with it."

I chuckle. "Tesoro, you married a handsome rich man. There's nothing I can do about it. They see money and a million dollar smile. Plus I'm only dressed up to impress their rich old husbands who also see me as a walking shiny wallet." I shrug

"Still this is too fancy." She says, brushing my suit.

"The only woman I'm trying to impress is you. And our 13 year old daughter who's very critical and brutally honest." I tell.

"Oh definitely. Valencia is very brutal, I think this will get by." She chuckles standing up.

"I'll be home soon." I stand up and fix my suit. "Can I take this off of you when I get back?" I skim my fingers over her robe, tugging at the part covering her breasts. "Boobies!"

"Get out, you man-child! Go make sure my daughter is asleep." She pushes me out of the room and I laugh.

"Papa." I turn around and see my 3 year old standing a few feet away from me.

"Caprice Starr, come here." Instead of listening she runs off.

"Come here, goldilocks." I start following her little giggles.

Caprice is the only child to have brown hair. She was born with blonde hair but it slowly turned brown. It's the only noticeable gene she got from Nyla. And her freckles.

"Come find me!" She giggles rounding the corner.

"It's time for bed, Munch." I pretend to look around like I can't see her under the hallway table.

Apollo gave Caprice the name "Munch" after she started chewing on his finger when she was teething. It stuck around.

"Caprice." I walk past the table. I stop behind her and grab her exposed feet.

"Found you. Time for bed you bad kid." I say lifting her up, she giggles.

"I wanna be Spider-Man tonight." She says

"Alright... listen kid. You have one special mission. This mission is to get into bed successfully." I tell her, holding her in front of me.

"Yes, Mr. Stark." She nods

"Alright, off you go." I nod before turning around so she can shoot imaginary webs at the walls.

Following her direction of hands we run down the hall before reaching her room.