Angel Eyes

Bonus chaper 2!

4 years later:

I place the plates on the dinner table "kids breakfast!" I shout.

I hear 2 different patters of feet run through the house. I watch as Angelo rushes over to the table and hops into his seat.

My beautiful 4 year old daughter runs over to me making grabby hands "up please momma" she asks.

I oblige and pick her up sitting her In her baby chair. She mumbles a small thank you before digging into her food.

My daughter Elodie Knight was born 4 years ago. She has beautiful curly light brown hair and she was blessed with my eyes. She has tanned skin with freckles dotting her nose.

Most of her features are from Grey, she only got my eyes and freckles.

I spot no sign of grey, I roll my eyes walking to the backyard.

"Mi amore breakfast is ready. Get your ass in here, you too Mads and Dyl" I say sternly putting my hands on my hips.

Mads and dyl scramble to the kitchen as soon as I say the word breakfast. Those boys never change.

Grey jogs over to me smiles widely "well hello to you too Angel eyes" he kisses my ring finger.

He still does that to this day.

I can't help but smile "breakfast is ready Mi amore come on" I peck his lips.

I spin on my heel, I feel a harsh slap to my ass making me gasp.

I turn to Grey and glare, he just sends me a wink "don't act like you don't like it" he whispers.

I snap my mouth shut knowing I do like it. We walk into the kitchen watching as Angelo and Dylan bicker about random stuff.

This is how it goes every morning. The guys come round to train and when they are sitting with the kids Angelo and Dylan argue about literally everything.

Grey swiftly picks up Elodie out of her chair and places kisses all over her face.

She squeals giggling trying to get him away from him "momma help!" She squeaks out.

I laugh slapping the back of Grey's head for him to stop. He turns to me pouting and I quickly kiss his lip.

"Ewww gross" Elodie and Angelo say in unison.

I raise my eyebrows and grey winks pecking my lips once more.

Angelo groans as Elodie squeals. We laugh at our kids antics.

I grab the empty plates and put them in the sink. I turn to the boys and point to the sink.

Mads shoves Dylan "not me I did it last time" he rambles out quickly.

Dylan rolls his yes huffing before getting up and grumpily walking to the sink to wash the dishes.

I kiss his cheek walking over to where my sexy husband and my beautiful kids are sitting in the living room.

Grey pulls me down by the waist band of my sweatpants.

I screech as I land on the couch, Grey wraps his arms around me pulling me into him.

I relax into his embrace "I love you Violet Sofia Knight" he kisses under my ear.

I bite my lip "I love you Greyson knight" I throw my legs onto his lap.

He taps my ass grabbing it making me gasp "I'm not surprised your always popping babies out. The 2 of you go at it like a pair of rabbits" Mads fake gags.

I laugh shrugging my shoulders "how is our little bread bun cooking?" Grey asks.

"Grey. You can't call our baby a bread bun you idiot" I slap his chest glaring.

He lifts his arms mocking surrender "My bad, blame it on Dylan he says it all the time" he points at Dylan.

"Hey! Traitor!" Dylan shouts glaring at Grey.

Children, I'm friends and I'm married to children.

Grey leans down kissing my baby bump "hello princess, mommas a little grumpy today. Stop messing with her hormones" he mumbles against my tummy.

"Idiot" I rasp out rolling my eyes playfully.

4 years later and here we are married with 2 beautiful children and another one on the way.

We found out the gender and it's going to be another girl.

Grey was so happy when he found out it was another girl.

When I gave birth to Elodie he would take her everywhere, Elodie grew up to be a daddy's little girl and I can't blame her.

He spoiled her so much but I always made her remember the importance of money. That she didn't need money to be happy.

I still spent money on her every chance I got, I couldn't help myself. Have you seen her she's the cutest.

I'm happy. The happiest I've ever been with my family.