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(Let’s break off the tension from the first one-shot. Might upload part 2 this week. Love lots and enjoy the fluff!) 

Chankimha Residence. 2050

FREEN

As I awoke from my slumber, I felt a weight on top of me; hugging my waist, legs draped all over my hips, and head on my chest. It was my wife, Becky. 

Rebecca Patricia Chankimha and I have been married for 27 years now. We also have four children, namely: View Chankimha, the eldest. Prim Chankimha, the second child. Bmine Chankimha, the third child. And last but not the least, Marissa Chankimha. 

Four beautiful ladies. Both Becky and I have two carbon copies of each of our daughters. View and Bmine were my carbon copies, while Prim and Marissa were hers. 

Exactly a year after we got married, Becky, at 22, got pregnant to View. We were overjoyed at the time because we were finally having our first child and first daughter - the first heir to the Chankimha throne. 

When View was three years old, Becky got pregnant again. This time, with Prim. Prim was Becky's first carbon copy. She was overjoyed when she gave birth to our little sunshine and View also enjoyed being an elder sister. 

We tried and tried for a little baby boy but with no luck, we never got the chance to have one. But I would never regret having five beautiful women in my life. All of them I treasure the most and I would be willing to sacrifice my life for them.

When we first got our first baby, View, I finally closed the underground dealings I had when Becky first met me. I was a mafia godfather. People feared me. People of all walks of life feared me: CEO’s, politicians, regular people, and especially people in the lowest class of society. People see me as the strongest link of them all. That I am cold, distant, arrogant, and heartless. But of course, even superheroes have their kryptonites; Superman’s kyptonite was Lois Lane while my kryptonite was my wife. 

I will never bow down nor kneel for anyone. Not even a god. 

But I would be willing to bow down, kneel, and surrender to my wife. 

She is my Lois Lane. She is my Rebecca Patricia Chankimha. 

She owns me and I own her. 

I would burn down the whole city for my wife and my children. I would go to the lengths of the earth for them. And I - would be willing to sacrifice a lot of people if it meant I would keep them in my arms for eternity. 

I am a villain. But I am a hero in my children’s eyes. And I am okay with that. 

“Baby, are you okay?” A hand on both my cheeks woke me out of my trance. Dark hazelnut orbs bore into mine and I could see the galaxy through her eyes. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on and will continue to lay my eyes on for the rest of our lifetime. 

I smiled at her and reached up, pecking her lips. I tucked a hair over her ears and kissed her forehead. 

“I’m okay, love. You’re here with me. Of course, I will be,” I kissed her forehead one more time before moving about and settling her on the bed. 

“Stay there, okay? I’ll just go and see if the girls are already up.” I pecked her lips and got out of bed. Changed into my sweatpants and white shirt and went out of our room. 

Upon closing the door of our bedroom, I heard a commotion downstairs. View’s voice overlapping everyone else’s. 

“WILL YOU ALL PLEASE SHUT UP? YOU’RE GONNA WAKE MOM AND DAD UP.” she angrily yelled and threw her hands up in the air. 

I chuckled and fully descended the stairs and went straight ahead to the living room. As soon as I came into view, Marissa ran up to me and hugged me. 

“Good morning, daddy!” That damn smile that shows off her whiskers, just like her mother’s. I grinned and ruffled her hair then kissed her forehead. 

“Good morning, princess” I patted her head and she side-hugged me. Sticking her tongue out at Bmine who then threw death glares at her. 

“Good morning, daddy!” Prim enthusiastically greeted me and then hugged me. She clung to my other arm and also stuck her tongue out at Bmine. 

I chuckled again and kissed her forehead as well. Feeling my girls being this clingy for a reason. They probably need a new set of make-up, that’s why they’re this clingy. Nevertheless, I love it when they show off this side of theirs, even just for a little while. Prim and Marissa were both mommy’s girls while View and Bmine were daddy’s girls. 

“Good morning, papa” View kissed my cheek and hugged me momentarily before sitting back down on the couch and arranged her things. 

Bmine came up last and jumped on the three of us. Momentarily knocking the air out of my lungs. Both Prim and Marissa stumbled on the ground while I held their heads down to the back of their necks with my hands to prevent a possible accident. 

“Good morning, daddy! Where’s mommy?” Bmine got off of her sister and held her hand out for her sisters. 

“Your mother’s still asleep, you might want to lower your voices-” I was cut off when a voice from upstairs resounded. 

“Too late though. I already heard y’all’s loud voices.” 

My beautiful and sweet wife came into view. She always looks majestic. Even with her bed hair, she looks absolutely fucking fantastic. Damn. I’ll kneel to her everyday if she wants me to. Even when she’s in her late-forties and I in my fifties, still, her beauty is ethereal. No one would ever compare to her. 

She went down the stairs gracefully and slowly. The girls all rushed to her and hugged her immediately once she had finally reached the living room. 

“Mommy, good morning!” The girls said simultaneously making Becky chuckle from their girls’ silliness. She hugged them and kissed the top of their heads. 

She looked over at me and mouthed, “I love you” I grinned and threw her a flying kiss, “I love you too” I mouthed back at her and smiled. 

This is what I have been dreaming of all those years. Those years where I was alone and I had no one to call home. When I met Becky, I immediately felt that instant connection. That red string of fate. Since then, I vowed to myself that I would do anything and everything in my power just to keep my wife and kids’ safe and happy. 

This is home. 

Home is where Rebecca Patricia and our children are. 

And I am home. 

Finally, finally, home.