Alan and Jeff's love story had taken them through twists and turns, but it was in their cozy home, nestled just outside the city, where their greatest adventure unfolded—their triplets, Jed, Jet, and Jade, now spirited three years old, who brought laughter and chaos in equal measure.
On a warm evening, as the sun dipped below the skyline, Alan stood in the doorway of their home, watching Jeff playfully chase their giggling children around the yard. The echoes of their laughter filled the air, blending with the distant hum of traffic and the rustling of leaves in the nearby park.
"Come on, Dad!" Jet called out, his tiny legs carrying him as fast as they could go.
Alan chuckled, a proud smile spreading across his face. "I'm coming!"
Jeff scooped up Jade in his arms, twirling her around as she squealed with delight. His eyes met Alan's across the yard, and in that silent exchange, they shared a lifetime of memories—the battles fought, the cruel man faced, and the love that had bound them through it all.
As the warm afternoon almost evening settled over Bangkok, the family gathered in the park for a picnic under the swaying palms. Alan spread out a blanket while Jeff unpacked their favorite snacks. Jade, with her curious mind, asked a million questions about the things around, while Jet and Jed raced each other in circles, their laughter ringing through the warm evening air.
"Look at these three, now a little bit grown-up. They're already in kindergarten." Jeff murmured softly, gazing at Alan with a tender expression.
Alan nodded, his heart swelling with emotion. "It was as if just yesterday we were each taking turns to change their diapers and feed them."
"Thank you P'Alan for making me realize I am deserving of love and happiness and thank you for giving it to me," Jeff replied, squeezing Alan's hand affectionately. Alan smiled, placing a soft kiss on his husband's forehead.
They watched their children play, marveling at the joy and energy they brought into their lives. Each moment was a treasure, a testament to the love that had blossomed between them—a love that had weathered storms and soared to heights they had never dreamed possible. The two couldn't be happier, now that they could focus on their work or maybe their relationship.
Just like Jeff said, their kids were now in kindergarten and of course, Alan would never miss opportunities like this.
"Baby come on, we need to pick the kids up from kindergarten!" Jeff called but before he could go, Alan grabbed him and scented his omega. Jeff thought that maybe Alan was in a rut for his sudden actions. He tried to smell the surroundings but his husband's scent was concentrated but at a perfectly normal level.
Alan's gaze smoldered with desire as he fixated on Jeff's form. Jeff's fitted jeans hugged his perfectly curved backside, while a sleek black shirt draped over his sculpted omega physique, accentuating every contour. They hadn't had a moment alone in what felt like forever, not since their kids had been born and now, with the opportunity finally present, again, Alan wasn't about to let it slip away.
"Who told you, you can run away this time?" Alan whispers through Jeff's ear, his hands working their way both up and down. Jeff couldn't help but melt into his touch, his back leaned against Alan's chest. "But the kids, we need to fetch them." Jeff tries to reason with the alpha. "Charlie was happy to pick them up and let them sleep over at their house." Alan licks a line on the man's neck. A moan escaped Jeff's mouth and that just turned on the alpha more.
Alan could smell the arousal on him, could feel the way his body melted at his touch. He had been craving the intimacy that only Jeff could provide and now, he was going to take what he wanted. Jeff's protests had long since faded away, replaced by gasps and whimpers as Alan's touch ignited a fire within him.
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Lost in Time
FanfictionAlan and Jeff had kids, triplets, whereas Alan was grateful and more than excited to have his family with Jeff but it came to the point where he missed the old days in the garage, especially the track, when changing diapers, lullabying kids, and fix...