LOGINAlexanderWe reached the Bentley. I shifted Ethan carefully, managing to open the back door without waking him. Madison climbed in first, arranging herself on the seat. "Hand him to me." I passed Ethan over, watching as Madison settled him against her lap. His head found her shoulder automatically, that same comfortable position from earlier. I closed the door quietly and slid behind the wheel. The drive to my penthouse took fifteen minutes. Madison stayed silent, one hand stroking Ethan's hair while he slept. I pulled into my private garage, the Bentley purring to a stop. "We're here." Madison looked around the underground space, taking in the security cameras and pristine concrete. "Nice garage." "It's functional." I climbed out, opening her door. "Elevator's this way." She gathered Ethan carefully. I reached for him again. "I can carry him." "I know. But let me help." She studied me for a beat, then nodded. Ethan transferred to my arms without complaint, his small body
Alexander"These are perfect!" Ethan reached for the strip. "Can I keep them?" "Let them develop first." Madison waved the strip gently. "They need a minute." "King Alexander, do you want one too?" Ethan looked up at me with those eyes, my eyes, full of innocent hope. "I'd like that very much." "Then we need more!" He tugged Madison's hand. "Come on!" "Ethan, we already took pictures." "But we need more, so everyone gets some!" His logic was flawless, at least from a kid's perspective. "Please?" Madison sighed. "One more round. That's it." Ethan cheered, already climbing back into the booth. We crammed in again, the space feeling smaller now that I was hyperaware of every point where Madison's body touched mine. Her shoulder, her thigh, the warmth radiating through her dress. "Everyone ready?" Madison asked. "READY!" Ethan shouted. The flashes went off in rapid succession. This time, we were more relaxed and smiling genuinely. Two more strips emerged, one after the other.
AlexanderThe ride operator, a teenager who looked bored out of his mind, waved us forward. "Three?" "Yes," Madison said quickly. We climbed into one of the rocket ships, Ethan squeezing between us on the bench seat. The space was tight, forcing Madison and me closer than we'd been in years. Her shoulder pressed against mine as she helped Ethan buckle his safety belt. "You ready, prince?" I asked. "So ready!" His hands gripped the safety bar. "This is gonna be awesome!" The ride lurched into motion. Ethan squealed with delight as we started spinning, faster and faster, the park blurring into streaks of color. "Look how fast we're going!" Ethan's laughter was pure and uncomplicated. I glanced at Madison. She was watching Ethan with that expression mothers get when their kids are happy, all soft edges and genuine warmth. The ride spun faster. Ethan's delighted screams mixed with the carnival music and other kids' laughter. Three minutes later, the ride slowed. Ethan was still b
Alexander"How about something that doesn't involve potential concussions?" Madison suggested. "The Ferris wheel!" Ethan pointed at the massive structure dominating the skyline. "It goes SO high!" We headed toward it, Ethan chattering about how he was definitely tall enough now; he'd grown at least three inches this week. The line moved quickly. Too quickly. Soon we were being ushered into a car, the three of us squeezed onto one bench. The wheel started turning, lifting us slowly into the air. Ethan pressed his face against the window. "Look how small everything is!" I looked instead at Madison, who was gripping the safety bar with white knuckles. "You okay?" "Fine. I'm fine. Just not great with heights." "Why didn't you say something?" "Because Ethan wanted to ride it, and sometimes you do things that scare you because your kid is excited." The simple truth of that statement hit harder than expected. She'd been doing that for years. Being scared, being alone, doing it any
AlexanderEthan grabbed both our hands and tugged us deeper into the park with the enthusiasm of someone who'd just discovered perpetual motion. His small fingers wrapped around mine felt significant in a way I hadn't anticipated. Warm. Trusting. Right. "The train!" Ethan bounced, pointing at the miniature locomotive chugging along its track. "We have to ride the train! All of us together!" Madison started to speak. "Baby, maybe—" "Please!" He dragged us toward the platform with surprising strength. "It'll be so fun! Please, please, please!" I glanced at Madison. Her expression said she knew this was a terrible idea, but couldn't figure out how to refuse without disappointing him. "One ride," she conceded. Ethan's whoop of victory probably violated several noise ordinances. The train operator, a bored teenager with a name tag reading "Kyle," gestured at the tiny cars. Each one was designed for families. Nuclear families. Mom, Dad, Kid. "Three?" Kyle asked, barely looking up fr
MadisonThe drive unfolded exactly as expected. Ethan monopolized the conversation from his car seat, bouncing between topics with the attention span of someone who'd consumed pure sugar for breakfast. "Do you have a throne?" Ethan asked suddenly. Alexander glanced in the rearview mirror. "A throne?" "Yeah! All kings have thrones! Big gold ones with red cushions!" His hands gestured wildly, nearly knocking Mr. Whiskers off his lap. "I have an office chair. Does that count?" "Does it have gold on it?" "No." Ethan's face fell. "That's not very king-like. You should get a real throne. With jewels!" "I'll take that under advisement." "What's advisement mean?" "It means I'll think about it." "Oh." Ethan processed this, then moved on without missing a beat. "Do you have a crown?" "No crown either." "What kind of king are you?" Ethan sounded genuinely concerned now. "You need a crown and a throne. And probably a sword. Do you have a sword?" "Afraid not." "This is terrible! You
MadisonHis hands slid down to my ass, gripping the flesh tightly. I yelped as he delivered a sharp slap to one cheek; the sting only heightened my arousal. He did it again, the sound echoing through the room, mixing with our ragged breaths and moans. "Mr. Knight," I breathed, my voice shaky as I
MadisonHe pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders, letting it pool around my waist. My bra barely contained my breasts, and he wasted no time unclasping it and tossing it aside. "Fuck, look at those tits." He cupped them roughly, his thumbs flicking over my nipples until they were hard pea
MadisonI lay there, still catching my breath, my body a mess of tingling nerves and satisfaction. His weight felt oddly comforting, anchoring me to the bed in a way that made the entire world seem distant. He lifted his head, capturing my lips in a slow, lingering kiss. "How did that feel?" "In
MadisonHe broke the kiss just long enough to yank off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. "Goddamn," I muttered under my breath before I could stop myself. He chuckled darkly. "Like what you see?" "Yeah," I admitted, running my hands over his smooth skin. "Very much." "Good." He p







