Possessive At First Sight EBS 1 (Unedited)

Epilogue

Warning: Sexual Content, please be guided.

"There's nothing that makes you more insane than family. Or happier. Or more exasperated. Or more... secure." — Jim Butcher

Alessandra POV

5 years later...

"That is gwoss, mommy!" My three-year-old son stubbornly exclaimed as I lay down his plate of spaghetti in front of him.

His little pert nose wrinkled, her small mouth puckered, and several wrinkling lines between his eyebrows.

I tried to suppress the laughter that is bubbling up at the back of my throat, but it was a challenge. I had to turn my back briefly to smother the laughter.

I swiveled around to face him, and he does look like his dad when he frowned or scowled, except for the color of his hair.

"Mommy, I'm nwot hungwy!" he protested as he shook his head vigorously. His curls bounced about his face as he kept shaking his head profusely.

I let out a sigh.

He's stubborn as his dad.

This is the usual routine every dinner.

My son complained about every food I served in front of him.

There's no winning.

He pushed his plate with a hard force, causing the plate to slide off the table towards the other end. My eyes bulged as I shriek. "Michael Maximillian!"

My hand shot out involuntarily, catching the plate before it landed on the floor.

I narrowed my eyes at him, but he burst into a fit of soft laughers, and it's hard to stay angry when hearing the angelic laughers.

He thought it was funny.

At that moment, I just want to squeeze him and kiss him endlessly.

My chunk pot!

When he sobered down, I widened my eyes at him, shaking my head, silently sending him my disappointment for that antics, and he stared back at me, a little guilty.

I let out a sigh. "You either eat your dinner, or you'll gonna have a time out. And mommy is serious!" I stated with a straight, stern face, and he pouted.

"Fine!" he sulkily moaned as he pulled the plate closer to him.

He started digging or I would say playing with the spaghetti with his fork.

I wonder where my other two boys are?

I was about to head to the living room when I caught Stavros in the hallway, sneaking candy to our eldest son, Alexander

"Stavros Demakis!!" I grumbled loudly.

Stavros' eyes widened as soon as our eyes met, as well as my older son. Staring guiltily at me for being caught red-handed.

My hands flung onto my hips, and I glowered at my husband in displeasure.

My son immediately hid the candy behind his back as he scooted closer to his dad. The two stood next to each other like two soldiers waiting for a command, eyeing me guiltily.

"So you're the culprit," I grit out.

My jaw clamped, eyes narrowing at him.

The reason why they prefer his company is because they knew he'll feed them with sweets.