Y/n's POV~
"Perfect!" I say. The models disperse, all going about their business. I sit down with my camera and laptop.
I hook it up together and start going through the pictures. Kylie comes over after having changed.
She sits in my lap as I flip through them. "These are amazing, babe." She says. "Only the best for you." I say.
"My charmer." She says, her cheeks heating up. "Come on, pack your stuff up. I want to take you on a date." Kylie says.
"A date?" I question, looking at the time. It's ten thirty in the morning. "Yes, a little day date." Kylie confirms.
"Where too?" I ask. She shakes her head before placing a small peck on my cheek. "You'll find out once we get there. Come on." She says, patting my other leg.
I pack up my stuff, and we head out. I sit back and relax as Kylie drives. We listen to music, and she does some karaoke.
The further from home we get, the more I start to get curious. "Babe, you aren't planning on murdering me. Right?" I question.
Kylie pinches my thigh as she shakes her head in disbelief. "Please, I wouldn't murder you. Not when everyone clearly saw us leave together." She says.
My jaw drops before she busts out laughing. Before I know it, a few houses pop up. However, it is mostly empty land.
We pull off into what has kind of been marked as a driveway. I see the sign where it says the plot has been sold.
"We're in a field?" I ask, deeply confused. Kylie chuckled before handing me a piece of paper. "A deed to land." I state. I look back up, putting two and two together.
A huge smile spreads across my face. "This is where we are going to build our house?" I ask, wanting confirmation.
Kylie nods her head as her eyes water up. "This is it." She says. I lean over the center console, pressing my lips to hers.
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Kylie's POV~
After I showed Y/n our land, I took her to lunch. We had a small, intimate lunch date before we headed home to the kids.
"Winter, you need to put your clothes on." I say. "No, no, no!" He screams. "Mama!" I call out. His eyes widen, and he quickly comes over to me.
I laugh to myself as I get his clothes on him. Y/n comes in with a knowing smile on her face.
"What's going on in here?" She questions. Winter shakes his head no before he tries putting on his own shirt.
I chuckle, helping him out. "A certain little boy didn't want to put clothes on. I wonder who he gets that from." I say.
Y/n laughs, shrugging her shoulders as if she couldn't imagine who. After I get him dressed, he lifts one of his feet.
"What?" I question. "Say, socks." Y/n says. "Cocks!" Winter says. My face plummets as Y/n cracks up laughing.
"Y/n!" I glare at her. Winter giggles, not even knowing what he said. I put socks on him before he wants Y/n to pick him up.
I punch her butt as she walks away with him. Shaking my head, I put his dirty clothes in his hamper.
He had to change his pajamas because he got his others all dirty from dinner. Our little boy loves pasta sauce, but he gets it everywhere.
I head downstairs to get Stormi ready for bed. Y/n is in the kitchen getting Winter some warm milk.
