Novel & Cerita When I Sixty Four

Everything was just as it should be, and there were only a couple of things that occasionally bothered me. One was that in a few months, I would be turning thirty-seven. Yes, as it sounds, thirty-seven! And although I was very grateful to life for allowing me to get to where I was… That number sounded so ugly. I mean, in just three more years, I’d cross over into the fourth decade, I’d be forty, and I didn’t even want to imagine it. Ava, the forty-year-old. No! It felt like aging was coming at me faster and faster… And when I looked at Alex, I felt worse because he was still there, as handsome and perfect as ever.

Elara's POV Forty? The word echoed in my head, drowning out everything else. My ears rang like someone had struck a bell too close to my face. "Forty?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, sweetheart. They're both forty years old." My father reached out and gently patted my shoulder. "This is exactly why I'm worried. I wouldn't want to see you get into something reckless with them. They're experienced, charming, and they know exactly how to get what they want from women. They would only play with you in the worst way possible."

At 27, I had lost my family and was only months away from losing my future. I took a picture frame from the shelf. It was dusty, and the glass was slightly cracked. Inside was a photo of me with my father, taken long before the funeral, long before the will. I traced the outline of his face with my finger and then carefully placed it in a box labeled fragile.

"Why do you want to know that?" "I’m curious," I said, trying to sound casual. "I mean, I’ve seen the business blogs and the Forbes profiles. They always say 'thirty-something billionaire,' but I never actually saw the number." He looked a little uncomfortable, shifting his weight. He stared at the floor of the raft for a second before sighing. "I’m thirty-six."

A giant cake sat on top of the table alongside a spread of Natalie's and my favorite dishes. Ivy picked Natalie up and brought her onto the stage. Then, she picked up the mic and glanced at everyone in the crowd before her eyes eventually landed on me. In a tender voice, she announced, "Today is my daughter's fifth birthday, and the sixth anniversary of my marriage to my husband, Damian Quinton." She continued, "Throughout the last six years, my life has had its ups and downs. But thankfully, I've always had Damian and our baby girl by my side.

I was surprised to wake up feeling no pain at all. I guess Six's pills and shower were my solution. I surprised myself even more by being ready by 06:30. I was waiting outside the gate, dressed in blue jeans, a blue and white striped t-shirt, a white leather jacket, my blue Converse boot sneakers, and matching accessories, including a blue scarf. It was once again chilly, and I could see the leaves starting to change. Fall is officially upon us. The familiar purr of Six's car sounded as he turned into our street. I only then realized that it was a black corvette.

“I’m forty-four.” “I would not have guessed that.” “Is that a good thing?”

He was only two minutes older than his sister, but those two minutes gave him the self-appointed title of big brother. Nora, my wife , stood there with that knowing smile, the same one she always wore when she watched me with our kids. She was four months pregnant again, another set of twins on the way. If someone had told me years ago that I would have four kids before I hit my mid-thirties, I would’ve laughed in their face. And yet, here I was. A father. A husband. A man completely and utterly in love with the woman beside me.