When I Sixty Four Novels & Stories

"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.

"Don't give me that face. It's part of life, you are sixty-five now." "You're not too far behind," Leon speaks up, "you just turned sixty." "Jeez we are old," I mutter and we both laugh, "I love you arschloch." "I love you too chaton," he smiles and pecks my cheek. ~~~~~The end~~~~~

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.

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.

Though I was making that promise at sixty, I felt it wasn't too late. It can never be too late. Better late than never, righty? **** A/N : Yes! So what do you think, guys?

At the light through the windows that have been closed for sixty years and are open now. Saturday, I think. I cannot wait until Saturday.

With a baby Never thought of it before Well it suits you Are you suggesting something? No, again that's passed a sixth date thing. We have one. What is with you and the sixth date rule? Never have gone past six dates before Why They tend to bore me after the fifth Oh. I'll remember that

“Even if hadn’t found a clue in six years?” “Six years or sixty,” I replied. “I’m going to find him no matter what.”

Forty Six Gavin POV *Tomorrow… just twenty-four hours.* The words were a fragile shield, and I clung to them. Eon was a relentless, snarling presence in my mind, a force of nature trying to shatter my control and turn me around, to make me go back in there and take what was ours. *’Take her now. Claim her. Mark her.’*