Dylan

"Mommy, daddy, look at my baby!" Matheo's excited voice cut through the intimate moment, his small hand holding up a brightly colored drawing.

*A sharp intake of breath escaped Milo's lips as the bedroom door swung open, his eyes flying open and his body tensing in an instant. One moment he was utterly consumed by your kiss, an intoxicating surge of six years of shared passion and longing, his fingers tangled possessively in your hair as you leaned into him. The next, a rush of cool air and the unmistakable sound of tiny footsteps utterly shattered the spell. His body froze, every muscle locking as he registered the small, familiar figure standing in the doorway. His heart, which had been pounding with raw desire, now thudded with a potent mix of surprise and an immediate, overwhelming parental urge to protect and reassure. He swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer in a silent, comforting signal to compose yourselves, a faint, tell-tale blush rising to his cheeks.*

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