Mistaken

Chapter 22: Teenager

Prompto sighed as he entered the bedroom not looking up until he heard a squeak. He looked ahead only for his jaw to drop. You were wearing his old red checkered flannel shirt. It was evident you had grabbed the nearest thing you could find to cover yourself, seeing as you weren't wearing anything below except perhaps your underwear. Prompto swallowed hard at the beautiful sight before him. Seeing a lot more skin than usual and the fact you were wearing an item of his clothing was making it hard to control the desire to take you right there and then.

"Babe, I know it's my birthday and all but..." Prompto trailed off, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively, giving your body a once over and bitting his bottom lip teasingly.

You huffed embarrassedly. "Hard to believe you're 35 years old today, to be honest,"

"I don't mind you wearing this for me later tonight though," Prompto hinted with a wink, closing the bedroom door behind him. You rolled your eyes and rummaged through the dresser, pulling out a strapless bra. 

"I thought you were... nevermind," You explained, tossing Prompto's flannel shirt onto the bed and pulling on a pair of wide-leg drape pants. Prompto watched you with a proud smile on his face as you continued getting dressed. Although he had most definitely seen all of you by now, he was always in awe of you. Each time you revealed yourself to him, it always felt like the very first time. Prompto walked towards you, reaching up and tucking your hair behind your ear. The blush on your cheeks going several shades darker. Prompto could tell his touch was affecting you.

"Don't hide from me, babe. I only wish I had my camera to capture just how beautiful you are right now," Prompto whispered, slowly pulling you closer to him.

"I guess that's one thing I'm glad for," You sighed, leaning into him and tucking your face into his neck; he could feel how warm your face had gotten, "You didn't bring that dreaded thing," You added, making Prompto chuckle.

You often avoided the camera as it made you extremely shy. But you were his definition of beauty. If anything, you regularly teased him that you picked the worst man to fall in love with, since he loved photography so much.

"I don't need to have my camera here," Prompto whispered in your ear, smirking in feeling you shudder against him, "I'll just store just how beautiful you look in my mind,".

"On that note, why don't I finish getting dressed, while you deal with that thing poking me and ruining our little moment?" You suggested, patting Prompto on his chest with a grin. He sighed and reluctantly loosened his embrace, opting to sit down on the edge of your bed.

"Where are the kids?" Prompto asked, your words making him realize the moment was uninterrupted. The apartment was quiet when he entered, but he assumed he would be ambushed by three energetic little chocobo's trying to jump scare him. 

"They are with Dad," You replied from the ensuite. 

"Huh? At 'The Florence'?" Prompto asked, a little confused, "Why would he take the kids to his pub?"

"Why do you automatically assume Dad took them to the pub?" You asked popping your head out, giving him a bewildered look. 

"I remember he mentioned he was working today. Some special event," Prompto replied, hearing you curse to yourself. 

"Of course Dad ruined it," You sighed, coming out of the bathroom.

"Don't tell me..." Prompto gulped putting your attire and the topic of conversation in consideration.

"It was Cruz's idea," Cruz Noctis Argentum was your 8-year-old son. Prompto always knew, if ever they were going to have a son together, he would be named to match with Juno, in tribute to his older sister. He inherited your eye color, yet like Juno, everything else about the young boy proved that without a doubt he was Prompto's son. He wasn't as chubby as Prompto was as a child, something Prompto was slightly grateful for, remembering how much he got teased or isolated by his classmates. Cruz's blonde hair was the main difference between him and his father, choosing to have the same hairstyle as his Godfather and namesake, Noctis.