It was nearly three in the afternoon when Roger and Novak, plus Rosie and Theo, drove into the city of Belgrade. "Do you remember how to get to Mum and Dad's?" Novak asked.

"Yes, I do," Roger said. Novak let out sigh as they made twists and turns on the streets before getting to the neighborhood area where his parents' house was located.

"What if we get there and there's paparazzi?" Novak asked.

"They take pictures of us getting out of the car," Roger said. "Your dad said they're not allowed on the driveway and the driveway is pretty long," he said.

"Maybe we should have stay in Monte Carlo," Novak said.

"And let the kids miss out on snow?" Roger asked gesturing to the snow covered city. It would be the first time the kids did experience snow. "Every thing will be fine," he said. He took a hold of his husband's left hand and kissed the wedding band there. "For better or worse, remember?"

"I do," Novak said repeating the phrase he said at the ceremony a little over two years ago. "Something I've been thinking about."

"What?" Roger asked as they pulled onto the street the house was on.

"Since, you know, we're out as a married couple, I was wondering about having a bigger wedding some time in the future."

"Really?" Roger asked, keeping a sharp eye out for paparazzi.

"Yeah. That way, we could invite everyone we want to and not just a handful of people," he said. "We could have it in Switzerland or somewhere gay marriage is legal now. I bet Andy would love it if we got married in Scotland," he said. Roger chuckled as they approached the house.

"Yeah, he would love it," Roger said. He noticed there weren't that many paparazzi camped out. "Not many paps out," he mentioned.

"Maybe they gave up," Novak said as Roger pulled into the long winding driveway. "Well, there are a few across the street." The paparazzi couldn't tell who was driving the car anyway. The windows were tinted. Roger parked the car and turned it off.

"Ready?" he asked. As soon as they got out of the car, those paps across the street were going to spread the word.

"Let's get this over with," Novak said. They both looked behind them to see the twins were up. "Ready to see Gamma and Gampa?" he asked. They squealed with delight before their two dads got out of the car. The paparazzi across the street sprung into action when they got out. Snapping away, staying on the sidewalk and not crossing onto the Djokovic property. Roger leaned back into the car and honked the horn. About a minute went by and Dijana came out squealing with delight.

"Hey, you made it!" she shouted and she hugged her son in law. "Did you bring the kids?"

"Oh, shoot, Roger, the kids," Novak said before Roger opened the back door and Theo saw her.

"Gamma!" he shouted.

"Very funny, Novak," Dijana said before leaning in to unstrap her grandson. Srdjan was outside as well and gave his son in law a pat on the back before smiling at the sight of his grandson. Rosie was unstrapped by Novak while Roger and Srdjan unloaded the trunk.

"Think you brought enough stuff?" Srdjan asked Roger.

"Probably not," the Swiss said before his father in law spotted a pap getting a bit too close. Srdjan starting yelling at him in Serbian and they backed away.

"Let's get the kids into the house before they get cold," Dijana said and she and Novak headed into the house, Novak carrying the baby bags and his own. Roger and Srdjan managed to get all the luggage from the trunk.

"Is that a playpen?" Srdjan asked.

"Yeah. I'll come back out to get it," Roger said. "I'll have to come back and check the car anyway. We always leave something we need in it," he said. He and Srdjan went into the house with the luggage. Roger looked into the living room to see Novak hunting through one of the baby bags. Theo crying as all get out. "Lose something?" he asked over his crying son. Dijana was at the moment trying to calm him as Rosie sat on the sofa.

"I can't find Mr. Wiggles," Novak said before looking through the other bag.

"Mr. Wiggles?" Srdjan asked.

"Mr. Wiggles is Theo's stuffed dog he can't live without," Novak said. "As you can see," he said gesturing to his crying son. "I know I packed it," he said taking Theo from his mother.

"Well, I'm going back to the car to get the play pen. I'll look on the floor," Roger said before heading out to the car. The paparazzi took more pictures of Roger as he got the playpen from the trunk. He put it against the car and opened the back door. He bent down into the car and found Mr. Wiggles on the floor. Theo must have gotten him from the bag. He let out sigh as he snatched it from the floor and closed the door. He closed the trunk before grabbing the playpen just as Novak came out, apparently still in hysterics about the missing Mr. Wiggles, but relaxed seeing Roger had found him.

"Oh, thank God," Novak said taking the dog. He went to turn, but Roger stopped him, blocking him against the car. "Roger, the press."

"Hey, we got to get used to them," Roger said. "Besides, I haven't kissed you today yet," he added before leaning forward and placed a soft kiss on his husband's lips. There was faint clicking as they heard, but ignored, the cameras across the street. Novak moaned softly as Roger pulled away, sucking on his bottom lip. "Give them something to talk about for a few days." Novak chuckled before turning around to get back in the house and Roger gave his butt a love tap.

"Hey, watch it," he said. The door closed, keeping them out of sight of the paparazzi.

"Get used to it. Every time you don't listen to me when I coach you, I'm slapping your butt," Roger said. "No matter where we are," he added.

"You mean...?"

"Even on the practice courts," he said. Novak cleared his throat as Roger took the playpen up to their guest room.

"Oh, Roger. Marko isn't staying here for Christmas so you can put the twins in his room if you want," Dijana said.

"We have the baby monitor, Roger, so that's doable," Novak said. Roger smirked as he knew his husband was thinking the same thing. Their own room meant, more private time. Their guest room was connected to Marko's room by a bathroom, but still.

He took Mr. Wiggles to Theo who had calmed down and then let out a squeal of delight when he saw his dog.

"Wiggles," the two year old boy said as he snatched it from his father. He left his children in the capable hands of his parents and took some luggage up to his old childhood room. He got up there and let out a sigh before putting the bags on the floor. When he straightened, he noticed that there was something different.

"The bed is bigger," he said. Roger chuckled as he came into their room after putting together the play pen. If necessary, they could pile pillows on the big bed and the twins could sleep there. "Wonder if ..."

"Mom?" Roger guessed as they put the luggage around the room. Novak chuckled as Roger embraced him from behind. "We'll fit better on the bigger bed," he said. Novak hummed softly before Roger turned him around and they kissed. The Serb moaned wantonly as the Swiss back him up against the bed. "Want to test the bed?" he asked. All Novak could do was nod his head and Roger lifted him onto the bed. Roger pulled off his pullover before pulling off Novak's then covered up the Serbian body with his own.

"Roger," Novak moaned when Roger's hips connected with his. They bumped and grind against each other, moaning into each others mouths. Novak let out a sharp cry when Roger reached down and cupped his balls. Just then there was a knock on the door and they both groaned in despair.

"I've got two little kids who want their daddies," Dijana said before they heard the receding footsteps.

"I guess we should go then, huh?" Novak asked breathless. Roger chuckled before getting off his husband.

"We'll finish tonight," Roger promised before leaving the room. He was better at getting his composure together than Novak was. When Roger got downstairs, Novak's Aunt Mira was in the living room.

"Roger!" she exclaimed. She hugged him with the same enthusiasm that she had that first Christmas she met him. "Where's Novak?"

"He'll be down shortly," Roger said, his aunt in law having no clue what he meant by the comment. He found his daughter Rosie being entertained by his cousins. Theo was getting wet kisses from Srdjan. Roger chuckled as Rosie put her hands up to her papa and he gladly picked her up.

"I want kisses," she demanded and Roger gave her some before she let out a shrill of protest and pointed to Srdjan paying attention to Theo. Roger took her over and held her out.

"Trade?" he asked his father in law. Whether Srdjan liked it or not, Rosie was his grandchild too. He noticed Srdjan seemed hesitant to hand over his grandson. "She's your grandchild too, Srdjan," Roger said being firm with his father in law. Srdjan sighed as he handed Theo to Roger and then took Rosie from him.

"Gampa," Rosie said and Roger saw some warmth come through Srdjan's face. He had been noticing over the two years since they had the twins that Srdjan didn't really pay attention to Rosie as much as he did with Theo. Sure, he held her at times, but he always saw him with Theo more than Rosie. Time for that to change. Especially with her getting older.

Later that night, the twins were in bed and their hosts were asleep, Roger and Novak took up where they left off in the afternoon; Novak underneath Roger. Novak moaned as he husband brushed his lips around on his skin. "Roll over onto your stomach," Roger demanded. Novak rolled over, the sheet bunching around his waist. Roger spread his legs and pulled the sheet down. He gave the ass a little love slap and Novak gasped out a moan. Roger then kissed where he smacked before kissing his way up Novak's spine.

"Oh, God, Roger," Novak moaned as Roger kissed underneath his ear. He moaned into the mattress as Roger entered two lubed fingers into his ass. He didn't even hear Roger pop open the lube. He moaned as the two fingers circled around inside him before a third finger entered him. "Oh, God, please fuck me," he pleaded. Roger chuckled as he pulled out his fingers and tore open a condom. He rolled it on his cock and pulled apart Novak's legs more. Novak was now laying spread eagle, Roger with his legs over Novak's thighs as he eased into Novak's ass. "Roger," Novak moaned. Roger didn't stop until he was all the way in, until Novak could feel his hips against his ass. Novak moaned as Roger didn't wait and started to thrust in and out. Novak moaned at each thrust as Roger held onto his hips. They couldn't have done this position in the smaller bed.

"Oh, baby. You feel so good," Roger said before leaning down to cover Novak's body with his. It caused his thrusts to change angles and Novak whined out.

"Roger," he moaned as the Swiss peppered kisses on his neck. He turned his head and they kissed passionately as Roger continued to thrust in and out. Roger moved one of his hands to lace his fingers with Novak's hand while the other went underneath the Serb. Novak gasped out a moan when Roger's hand grasped his cock. "Yes, yes," he canted. At thirty, Novak took a little longer to come, but he was quick for his age. Then again, he always came quicker with either Roger's cock inside him or Roger's hand around his cock. And he had both. Novak came suddenly, the sound of his gasped moan muffled by the mattress. Roger was a bit slower to come. Hey, he was thirty six. Cut the guy some slack. He let out deep, guttural moan as he came and he laid on top of Novak. "Oh, God that was good," Novak said. Roger chuckled as he kissed his neck. "You think I can get my legs back together?" he asked. Roger grunted as he pulled out of Novak and his husband let out a sigh of relief before turning around onto his back. He pulled the soiled sheet off him and tossed it onto the floor.

"Our first night and your mom's already got to change our sheets," Roger said.

"I'll do it for her," Novak said. Roger pulled the comforter over them and they settled down for a good night's sleep. "I love you," he said.

"I love you, too," Roger said before kissing Novak on the head.

The next morning, Dijana came downstairs to find her son doing laundry. "You're doing laundry?" she asked.

"Yes," Novak said before putting the lid on the washer down.

"One of the kids isn't sick, are they?"

"No, these are mine and Roger's sheets."

"Well, why are you washing them?"

"Uh... they got dirty and Mum if you can't figure out how they got dirty, you shouldn't ask," he said before pushing a button. Dijana saw her son with a blush over his face and she chuckled.

"He's still got it?"

"Oh, my God, yes," Novak gasped out and his mother chuckled as he left the laundry room.

The Djokovic Christmas dinner started off without a hitch. The last few days, the number of paparazzi grew. They took pictures of everyone coming and going from the Djokovic home. The twins were a hot item for the Serbian press. Despite being sheltered in the house, there was a moment when Novak came out carrying Rosie greeting Aunt Mira. The twins' conception was explained in a press release.

Roger and Novak looked to each other from across the table and deemed it was time. Novak tapped his glass and then stood up. "Uh, I have an announcement to make," he said.

"Oh, my God! You're pregnant!" Marko quipped causing everyone to laugh.

"Mum!" Novak protested as Roger laughed hysterically.

"Marko!" Dijana shouted. They were grown men, yet they still acted like children.

"Anyway, uh, I'm not sure if Mum told you, but Marian has decided to retire from coaching to spend more time with his family."

"She did," Mira said. "Are you going to continue to play?"

"Until my body gives out at least," Novak said, "and I wanted to tell you guys that I have found a replacement coach."

"You have?" Djorde asked.

"Roger's agreed to be my coach," Novak said and everyone was silent. "Someone say something," he said.

"That's great," Dijana said. "You can take the kids with you on tour," she added.

"Yeah, we had thought of that," Novak said. "Problem is, some of my sponsors have dropped me because I'm gay," he said. "I lost UniGlo as my apparel sponsor."

"But..." Roger started to say, "Mirka says she's called out to Adidas and Nike to sponsor you."

"Well, if Nike is in the running and they find out Roger's coaching you, yeah, they're going to sponsor you," Djorde said.

"And Mirka may have already dropped my name," Roger said causing everyone to chuckle. "Look, the point is, anybody who drops you, is going to be an idiot."

"See? That's why I married him," Novak announced causing everyone to laugh. Roger smiled at Novak from across the table. Things were already starting to feel better.

End of Chapter One