“Just wait. I’ll get out of this house when you’re not around.” I do it almost on a daily basis, but I’d never want to leave my love. Nero’s everything to me. I live for him and our boys.
He chuckles and shakes his head, holding the front door open for me.
“Come on. The last one to the car has to help Daddy unload it.” Junior doesn’t rush to our vehicle. Instead, he holds the door open for me to climb in first. I nod and give him a kiss on his cheek.
Nero leans in and whispers to our son, “Such a good man.” He smiles up at his papa and waits until I’m inside before getting into his side. I’ve raised gentlemen—dangerous gentlemen.