Fate || BENNIFER

Costume Party

Jennifer's P.O.V

Ben and I stood in front of the full-length mirror, getting ready for the twins' 6th birthday costume party. We couldn't help but chuckle as we admired each other's costumes.

The red and gold bodice hugged my curves perfectly, the blue skirt flowed gracefully around my legs, and the golden tiara atop my head added a touch of regality, making it the perfect Wonder Woman costume.

Ben, with his mischievous grin and rugged charm, was dressed as a dashing pirate. His black boots, dark pants, and white billowy shirt made him look like he stepped straight out of an adventure at sea. The tricorn hat perched on his head added and air of mystery, and the sword strapped to his side completed the ensemble. I found myself irresistibly drawn to his pirate allure.

"Ahoy, captain! Are you ready to set sail and conquer the high seas?" I teased him, unable to contain my laughter.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Aye, me heartie! But only if you'll be my fearless first mate. Together, we shall rule the birthday party seas!"  He continued.

We both burst into laughter, our joy filling the room.

As we continued to prepare for the party, I couldn't help but notice how Ben's costume accentuated his rugged features. The pirate attire showcased his broad shoulders and strong physique, making my heart skip a beat.

"You know, captain, you make a mighty fine pirate." I said in a low voice. "I must say, you've stolen my heart."

I caught his eyes on my reflection in the mirror, a silent invitation to indulge in the allure of the moment. With a slow, deliberate motion, I reached down for my transparent pantyhose. My fingers danced along my smooth skin, pulling the fabric up my legs, inch by tantalizing inch. I could sense Ben's gaze intensify, his breath hitching in his chest. The room seemed to grow warmer as our desires intertwined, creating an electric atmosphere. Gasping softly, his voice broke the silence.

"I can't wait to rip those pantyhose off after the party." He whispered, his words laced with a mixture of longing and anticipation. "To strip you of that costume."

I felt my cheeks flush, my heart pounding in my chest. The words hung in the air, charged with desire. I turned my face to Ben, my eyes locking with his. A slow smile curved on my lips as I stepped closer, my body pressing against his.

"And I can't wait to feel your hands on me." I murmured.

We were lost in our own private world when a sudden burst of energy shattered the tranquility. Max barged into the room, his tiny body clad in a Batman costume that seemed to swallow him whole. His face was flushed with excitement, his eyes wide and filled with the innocence and wonder that only he possessed.

"I'm Batman!" He declared, his voice echoing through the room.

Startled, Ben and I turned to face him, our bodies reluctantly parting. The dense atmosphere dissipated, replaced by a burst of joy and laughter.

Kneeling down, I adjusted the cape that trailed behind Max. He had insisted on dressing up alone, eager to showcase his newfound independence as he celebrated his sixth birthday. But the reality was that he still needed a helping hand, a gentle reminder of the support that surrounded him.

"Almost there." I said. "You look absolutely amazing."

I pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Happy birthday, my little superhero." I whispered.

The party awaited us, and we knew that this themed birthday extravaganza was the perfect way to create lasting memories for them.

My eyes scanned the crowd, searching for my mother. I spotted her near the half-built treehouse, disguised in a costume that caught my attention. She had transformed herself into a disco diva, dressed in vibrant colors and wearing an afro wig.

With a gleeful smile, I approached her. In her arms, she cradled the youngest member of the party, Grace, who was dressed as a tiny princess.

"You look absolutely stunning." I exclaimed.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I couldn't resist joining in on the fun." She beamed with pride.

Grace giggled, her tiny hand reaching out towards my face.

As we conversed, a small figure approached me, tugging at the hem of my skirt. Looking down, I saw Emme, her face adorned with the Minnie Mouse makeup that I had painted just before the party.

"Mommy! Mommy! She exclaimed. "Look at my face!"

My heart melted as I gazed at her beaming face. I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation, as she was showing me what I had meticulously painted on her face.

"You look beautiful, baby." I said, which made her run back to her friends with the biggest smile on her face.

My heart swelled with a mix of joy and nostalgia as I watched her go.

"Can you believe how fast time passes? It feels like just yesterday that I was holding them both like you're holding Grace now." My voice filled with melancholy.

Her eyes softened, a tender smile gracing her lips as she looked down at her granddaughter in her arms.

"Oh, my dear." She replied, her voice filled with a touch of nostalgia. "Time has a way of slipping through our fingers, doesn't it? It feels like just yesterday when you were her age, exploring the world with wide-eyed wonder."

I nodded, my gaze fixed on the twins, who were now engrossed in a game with their friends. I couldn't help but marvel at how quickly the years had flown by, how my once tiny babies had grown into vibrant, independent children.

"I wish I could slow down time." I murmured. "These moments, they melt away so quickly. I want to savor every second, every giggle, every milestone."

Her eyes twinkled with understanding as she gently rocked Grace in her arms.

"I know. It's a feeling that every mother has experienced. But even as time slips away, the memories we create, they remain with us forever." She said.

"I'm so grateful to have you here, to share these precious moments with you." I replied.