Lies, Lies, Lies

7

Noa Juliette gasped when she saw her daddy helping her mom in the kitchen. She hasn't seen him in months, and now e was finally here.

Mark heard a loud gasp behind him. He looked down to find his gorgeous baby daughter, her curls dancing over her shoulders, -'Princess!', Noa jumped into his arms and held him tight, Mark was her favourite person in the world. Maybe because he spoiled her a lot.
-'Da, I missed you', she mumbled, caressing the soft hair in the back of her fathers neck, -'I missed you too, my beautiful porcelain doll', he smiled and gave his daughter some kisses before also greeting his son who was coming into the kitchen as well.

-'And daddy, my teacher said I wan very unmmm...what was that word?', Gianluca looked over at his mother, -'Virtuous', -'Yeah, that!', -'You know what that means son?' Mark asked, laying a hand on Gianluca a shoulder, -'It means, you're great at what you do. I am so proud of you and I cant wait to hear more songs!', Gianluca smiled brightly and hugged his father, -'Have you been to swimming practice as well?' He asked, Gi tapped his lip, -'Yeah but only like two days a week. It's fun, I like it', -'That's great, buddy, maybe you can teach this girlie here how to swim?' He pointed at Noa who immediately looked up at her dad. Her new implants opened a new slew of possibilities for her. These were the ones she would need for the rest of her life.
-'Yes, Gianluca can give her some swimming lessons when the time is right' Gaga grinned at her small family. It wasn't perfect, but it was what she needed and the thing she loved the most.
To her, nothing could compare to her children's happiness. And Mark was a big part of that happiness. He was an excellent father, even when he was busy he was always making sure his two kids had the support they needed.
He jammed a little with Gianluca and his violin, congratulating him on his hard work, and then watched some Princess movies with Noa, while braiding her hair as good as he knew how to.

Gaga watched her husband lay back on the bed and sigh, -'Long day?' She asked with a whisper, Mark nodded, -'I'm tired' he shrugged, -'...Gianluca wants you to spend the day with him tomorrow', she responded, holding Mark's hand, he looked her way, searching for her eyes in the dark, -'Okay. I will...Today was a good day, dinner was amazing', Gaga chuckled, -'Its nothing', -'Are you still
Mad at me, Stef?', he asked, genuinely curious. One never knew with Gaga. She had her ups and downs. -'Mad? No. I went past that. I'm just like in the limbo phase, right now. I'll be better tomorrow', her spouse looked concerned and confused, -'Baby, I-I said sorry...come on'? He pulled at her arm and kissed her cheek.
Man, if there was anything Mark was grateful for, was that he and Gaga were usually like teenagers in love and she couldn't resist his touch, even after a good couple of years of marriage.
-'Mark come on, stop it' she giggled, giving in to his neck kisses. He was on a mission to bail her that night. And she wasn't gonna argue against that.

Mark pinned Gaga's arms against the couch, he continued pumping into her body like it was no work, but in fact he was exhausted after cumming twice already.
Gaga bit a woolen couch throw to muffle her screams of pleasure. He was caressing her clit like it was made of fine silk, and she was going absolutely nuts.
Her swollen, red nub contracted, making her squeeze Mark's dick inside of her while her eyes rolled back as her body pulsated in waves of warm pleasure, and imaginary butterflies that fluttered against her fingers. She must've stopped breathing for a good 15 seconds before finally going limp and spitting out the edge of the blanket she was biting.
Mark held his wife against him while her breathing got even again. She looked up at him with a slight grin, -'...That is why I can never be mad at you for long' she chuckled, kissing his chin and holding his hand again, -'Are we gonna fall asleep here and wait for our kids and staff to find us, seeping cum out of-', -'Baby! We'll go upstairs soon enough' she smiled, caressing his wedding band.

Their moment of bliss was interrupted by the sound of the house's gates opening.
-'...Who's that?', Gaga asked with her huge eyes now almost bulging out of their sockets, -'I have no idea', -'...Everyone who has a remote to that fence is either here or in New York, who the-', Mark sat on the couch while his wife put on a lavender colored robe and looked out the French windows, -'Mark, where's your remote?', she whispered, with her right hand ready to press on the panic button on the wall.
Mark laid back on the couch and watched his wife, it was probably her dad or something. Not only when he saw his wife sprint and go around the award cabinet to retrieve a gun, did he start putting more attention, -'STEFANI WHAT THE F-', -'There's someone out there! Someone who either stole, or copied our remote, Mark! It could be dangerous', -'Imm not gonna let you fire that fucking gun, are you insa-', the doorbell rang.
Gaga ran to the door, -'Who is it?' She asked.
A thick, British voice in a barbie tone answered back.