Xavier Biel

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I already got the ring,the place,all I need is our kid to be 7 years old.
But now Ivan is 4 years old.
I am with Issabela on my lap and Ivan in her arms.
Ivan looks so hot,I know its weird but he looks like his mom.
I look at issabela,god...I am so proud she is mine.
"Remember when we were enemies?I hated you so much just cuz you hated me" I chuckle,she chuckles along with me and Ivan is confused looking at us.
He is so cute,and tall,because of me...
I can't belive I already have a kid with Issabela,melany and Bladen got the second kid,and they told us they were gonna stop.
I dont belive them though.
"Tata?" Ivan says with his cute voice,me and Issabela told him to call me tata not papa or father,or dad.
"Yes,little man?" I ask curious,kepping my hand on Issabela's thigh and the other hand on her waist,my thumb caressing her nipple.
"Can I have a sister?" My eyes lighten up,so does Issabela's eyes.
Dont worry Ivan,I will give you sisters...
"In the future..." Issabela says,I groan
"Why?You know I dont mind making a sister for Ivan right now..." I said in a begging tone.
Since we are together for years now,she can read my mind somehow,by how I look at her.
I promise...You know we love kids...And I love making them with you...PLEASE
I want Ivan to have a sister so he can protect her,so his sister will know what love is,not how I grown up.
Issabela rolls her eyes.
"After me and tata get married,okay Ivan?" Ivan rolls his eyes too.
I chuckle,they are so cute.
"I can't wait to marry you..." I whisper seducative in her ear,God!...I love her so much,she is still with her hair purple,the ring is with a tiny purple rose...I made it,with real silver and real gold,its sikver and tiny little gold dots on it,and purple crystal rose on it.
I can't wait to see her reaction...the ring is hidden in my office.
So is safe...
"Baby?" I ask,Issabela looks at me.
"When can I propose?I want you to have my family name..." I said and burns my face in her nuzzling neck
"I dono but I want Ivan to be at school when you do" she winks at me.
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
I can get her in my arms in bridal style after she says yes and I will fuck her?Fuuuck!I can't wait when Ivan will be in school...
Our wedding will on her birthday,I swear,she doesn't know,after I propose I will tell her,I want her special day to be a specialer day.
I love her so much...
In the evening,here I am cooking for my babies.
"You know I can cook,right?" I smirk and I kiss issabela's forehead.
"I can too,and I dont want you to do any shit,to move a finger..." I smirk
"You can move in bed..." I say with a teasing tone,her eyes widen and she blush,I kiss her lips and I continue to cook.
"Mama?" Ivan appereas,That kid is 4 years old but he is 1.00...How?I dono,probably because I am 2.02....Yeah I still can get taller,My issabela got taller too,she is 1.70!I am so happy and proud...My babies are growing so fast.
I know..I look like a skeleton but I dont...I mean maybe because I got muscles....Abs,pecs,biceps,all things,I have to have them so my issabela can't know what "fear" means.
"Yes,Ivan?" She says looking down at Ivan.
"Why am I so tall?" I smirk
Issabela points a finger at me.
"Guilty!" She says smiling
Ivan looks up at me and I laugh.
I can't take them seriously....They look so cute!
After we ate dinner,and Ivan fell asleep.
I pinned Issabela into a wall and I started to kissing her roughly.
She starts to moan my name
Good girl.
I grab her legs and she wraps her legs around my waist,I ripped her shorts.
"Ops" I smirk,I ripp her panties.
"Ops..." I smirk again,she unlocks my belt and my jeans fall,and I aint got any boxers...Her eyes widen.
"Ops...Sorry..But I knew this moment will happen" I smirk.
Yeah I kinda lied,she knows cuz She laughs,why I wasn't wearing boxers?They were in the washer machine.
A real OPS.
I thrust in her and I kiss her,a deep long aggressive kiss,she pins her nails on my back,she ripped my shirt.
Damn my baby is strong...
It was a 100.000 dollars shirt,but now it's worth more since my woman ripped it.

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