Travis Ambrosio was a calm and composed kid. Given a set of toys, he will sit in one corner and play by himself. He rarely got angry and got along with everyone. He was very clear with his speech and made sure the other party got his message.
Whereas as a child, Tristan had a terrible temper and was very stubborn. He did not easily mingle with his peers and was often rude to them. In fact, Travis was the total opposite of Tristan.
He cannot reach the clothes in Tristan's closet, so he would ask the maids to give him one of his father's coats. He would wear Tristan's coat and tie, although the coat was too large for him, reaching all the way to his feet.
Then he would go to Tristan's office and pretend he was working. He used to mimic his father's actions and words. He felt it was too lonely to play alone, and hence few maids should act as his assistants.
He would take blank sheets and color them with crayons. As if it was some important document he used to distribute it to the maids, and they should give their input. This was his favorite game to play.
Both kids, Travis and Hazel were well behaved and easy to look after.
Tristan felt that sometimes Ava was more childish and threw more tantrums than the children. Like when she got sick, she acted like a baby and refused to take her medicine.
Tristan should feed her and give her the medicine, clinging to him like a koala and shamelessly asking him to carry her everywhere.
Ava was very sensitive when it came to kids, if Travis used to get hurt and even bled a little then Ava would panic and start crying. After it happened two to three times, she became paranoid and refused to leave him alone.
Then Tristan explained that kids are bound to get hurt sometimes, that's how they grow or become strong, and only then did she let him play outside. By the time Hazel was born, they were experienced because of Travis, and it became easy to raise the children.
Tristan felt Ava was the type of person who would never grow up, and surprisingly he very much wanted it to be that way. Ava's dependence on him, even for the smallest things, made him feel wanted and loved.
As Ava returned home from work, Travis and Hazel ran and hugged her legs. She mostly worked from home, but once or twice a week, she went to the office. Ava sat on the sofa with Hazel on her lap while Travis sat to her left.
"Mom, I won in hide-and-seek today," Travis said.
"Really, that's nice. You are so smart," Ava ruffled his hair.
"Hmm..," Travis patted his chest proudly.
"Mama, Jelly had an operation," Hazel felt since her brother had said something important, she should also speak.
"Now that Jelly was cured, she can play with you," Ava said, looking at the doll in her daughter's hand. Hazel nodded and clutched the doll tightly. She had been holding that doll all morning, and she did not let it go, even during lunchtime.
"Little one, how did the meeting go?" Tristan asked.
"Valentine's day was coming in two months, so X company wanted to collaborate with us to produce some limited designs," Ava replied.
"Did you agree to this deal?" Tristan knew many people wanted to collaborate with Ava and Leena's company, but they were very choosy while picking their clients.
"The X company has been in the market for a very long and is offering a higher margin of profit. So we have decided if we want to sign the papers tomorrow.
Tristan, I will be busy and you have a few business trips lined up, how about we leave the kids at my parents' house for some time," Ava suggested.
"Grandma had called me this morning telling me she wanted to see the kids. They can stay at both the places for alternative weeks," Tristan stated.
"That's better, did you have dinner?" Ava asked.
"No we are all waiting for you," Tristan held Travis's hand while Ava carried Hazel to the dining room.
Travis ate everything on the plate, including all the green veggies. He copied Tristan, and whatever was on his father's plate, should also be served to him, in smaller portions.
Even the way he used cutlery was like a refined nobleman. Hazel, on the other hand, ate her favorite dishes, but other dishes should be fed by Tristan with a lot of pampering.
"Princess, this is the last one. Come on, open your mouth," Tristan was feeding carrots to his daughter. After begging five to six times and with a lot of difficulties, she opened her mouth.
"That's a good girl," Tristan wiped her mouth with a napkin and held a glass of water at her lips.
Every night after dinner, Tristan would read a bedtime story to the kids.
"Now that the witch is gone. The king returned to the palace and lived happily," Tristan finished the story and closed the book.
"Good night, dada," Hazel planted a kiss on Tristan's cheek.
"Good night, dad," Travis also followed his sister.
Tristan gave both of them a kiss on their forehead, covered them with blankets, and after looking one last time, switched off the lights, exiting the room.
Ava was talking on the phone facing the window when a pair of strong arms tightened around her waist. She tilted her head and mouthed five more minutes to Tristan.
Tristan nodded his head and continued to plant small kisses on the crook of her neck. She had just taken a bath and smelled like lavender. The fresh smell hit his nostrils, and he squeezed her waist.
Tristan slowly opened the knot of her nightgown, and within seconds the nightgown was on the floor, and she stood there under the moonlight wearing a semi-transparent knee-length dress.
Ava could not concentrate and cut the call short, telling them she would talk to them tomorrow. She turned around and put her arms around his neck. They were looking at each other with raw lust in their eyes.
"My little one will be very busy from tomorrow, so tonight I want you completely to myself," Tristan said, moving his hands on her lower back.
"I want you too," Ava moved a little bit closer, rubbing herself against him.
"Then let's not waste any time," Tristan crushed his lips to hers.
Tristan lifted Ava and carried her to bed without breaking the kiss. Surely, this night will be a passionate one for both of them.