Davien | ✔︎

epilogue | 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩

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Starley's POV

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"You mother fucking asshole." I heard another growl in the background and immediately groaned aloud while listening to these two idiots fight, again.

For the third time. Today. And it's not even eight in the morning, can you believe this shit?

I'm too old for this.

"MIND YOUR DAMN LANGUAGE DARIEL STARLEY KAR! I WILL BEAT YOUR BUTT WITH THIS SAME SLIPPER I HAVE RIGHT HERE!" I threatened venomously, already tired of dealing with this drama almost every single day.

"Ooo, full name base. You're in trouble bro." Dominic chuckled while doing some kind of gang sign.

Jesus Christ.

"Mom, that's not fair, he's the one who started it." Dariel growled in protest.

"I DON'T CARE WHO STARTED IT! Can't I just have a normal personal day without having to deal with hormonal teenagers who fight all the time!? I never get a vacation from this!" I exclaimed while throwing my arms in the air.

"What are you even talking about mom? No matter how many times we have tried to convince you, you never take a vacation. You just love to work all the damn time, it's not our fault." Dominic rolled his eyes.

Oops.

"I'm going to ignore that." I grumbled before rolling my eyes, while both these idiots snickered.

"Hey, that doesn't mean we are done. I can't believe you piece of shi—" Dariel started with a snarl, and I immediately cut him off.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence mister." I growled while aiming my spatula at him in a warning, making him gulp.

"Me piece of what?" Dominic taunted before planting his hands on his hips, and getting up while rolling his uniform sleeves.

Please don't make me send you to the fucking medical room early in the morning. Fucking again.

"You piece of shit." Dariel laughed, before getting lunged at by his brother right the next second, making me huff.

"I give up." I groaned out loud, while dropping my cooking tool on the counter and sighing.

Every single fucking morning.

I'm not even surprised anymore.

"Davy! Finally! Can you put some sense into your sons before I loose my cool!? Please?!" I yelled without any control while I saw my ridiculously handsome of a man slash husband enter the kitchen while texting on his phone quickly, probably talking to his newly made contractors of Italian guns, also wearing a newly tailored suit which I had ordered for him.

We are not even young anymore, and he still manages to turn me on without even uttering a word or sparing me a stupid fucking glance my way.

I can't. This is not fair.

"Oh, hey baby." He muttered without taking his eyes off the screen and kissing my forehead softly and tenderly as soon as he reached me, cupping some of my hair into his fist before ruffling it and pulling away, completely ignoring what I just said as I glared at him with my twitching eyes while he grabbed on apple from a bowl casually.