After the after party of the birthday celebration, Novak and Roger worked hard in practice to get Novak through his rounds. He eased through his second and third round matches before he started getting tested. In the Round of 16, he went to five sets with Aussie, Bernard Tomic before battling another five sets with American Donald Young in the quarterfinals. "The defending champion looks to be well on his way to defending his title here at Roland Garros," Brad Gilbert said.

"He sure is and from the looks of things he will have to go through Jagues Louvrent like he did at the Australian Open," Chris Evert said.

"I think he's got a strong chance against Louvernt on Friday, but we'll have to wait and see what kind of practice his hubby has planned for him," Mary Jo Hernandez said.

"No doubt, first serve. That is key for Djokovic. He has to get his first serves in against this kid. If he doesn't, Louvrent will chew up his second serve," Patrick McEnroe said. "He did it in Australia and he'll do it here."

Novak groaned as he and Roger entered the hotel room. "I hate going to five sets at this age."

"You hate it? How do you think I felt when I went to five sets at your age? Especially with my back."

"Yeah, but back then you had me giving you incredible back massages after those five set matches."

"Is this you asking me to give you a back massage?" Roger asked.

"Maybe," his lover said putting his bag down. "I'm going to take a shower and then who knows, put my naked body in bed for my husband to ogle at." Roger chuckled as Novak headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Just then the door opened and his mother came in with the kids.

"Hi, Roger," she said. "Marta is sick with a cold, so she can't take the kids tonight."

"It's okay," he said as she sat the kids in their play pen. "Hopefully they tire out fast cause Novak's beat."

"I'll bet," she said. "See you tomorrow. I'll come get the kids."

"No, we'll take the kids to practice."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I'm the coach, aren't I? Besides, it'll give the kids a chance to see their daddies at work."

"Okay. I'll keep an eye on Marta then. I'll check on her tomorrow and see how her cold's doing."

"If she's sick she wouldn't want to be with the kids." Lynette nodded as she left the room and Roger sat by the play pen. "You guys have fun with Nana?" he asked.

"Yeah. We went to moo-seum," Theo said causing Roger to chuckled as his son's pronunciation of museum.

"See lots of cool paintings?" Roger asked.

"Yeah," Rosie said. Roger heard the shower turn off and he gave the kids a small snack before heading over to the bedroom. Novak came out of the bathroom naked and as much as he wanted to, he tossed Novak some towels.

"What gives?"

"We have the kids tonight. Marta is sick," Roger said. "Clothes on and you got kid duty while I take my shower."

"Yes, my love," the Serb said and got dressed. He entertained the kids before bringing them into the bedroom and sat them on the bed. He found a French cartoon on TV and got the kids settled as Roger came into the room wearing a towel.

"I am so glad I put a towel on."

"Found a cartoon on TV. The kids want to be here." Roger nodded his consent and grabbed some clothes before heading back into the bathroom. When he came back into the bedroom, Novak was settled in the bed next to Theo on the right side of the bed. Roger climbed into bed beside Rosie and the four of them watched the cartoon. About half way through it, the kids fell asleep. Not having the heart to move them, Roger turned off the TV and then Novak reached up for the light. They leaned over the kids and gave each other a kiss before going to bed, settling their two kids in with them.

The next day, they woke the kids early and got them ready for their day with their dads. "We are going with you?" Rosie asked as Novak made sure she had her hat on.

"Yes, you are. You'll get to see what Daddy does to get ready to play an opponent," he said.

"Cool," Theo said. "Can we go now?"

"Breakfast first," Roger said. They headed down to the hotel lobby and had breakfast in the eat in breakfast area first before heading to the Roland Garros arena. Fans immediately spotted them with their kids and began to take pictures. They sat the kids on the practice benches, making sure they were well shaded before Roger put his husband through stretching exercises. After those, Roger and Novak did some hitting before Novak's hitting partner, his brother arrived. He greeted the twins as they yelled out Uncle Djorde before said uncle took his spot across the net. After a few sets of practice hits, Roger had Novak practice his serving. If he didn't get a first serve in, Roger smacked him in the ass with the racket in his hand. Djorde played line judge and Novak swears he fibbed on a few calls.

"Djorde, call them right," Novak said after Roger smacked him in the ass with a racket. "That last one was right inside," he said.

"I am calling them right," Djorde said before winking to his niece and nephew. Novak sighed as he set up again and let a serve loose. "Out!"

"No way! That ball was in," Novak said before turning to his husband. "Roger, that was in."

"Yeah, it was," Roger said coming up behind him. He gave his ass a little love tap before going up to the net. "Hey, start calling them right, Djorde or I'll have the kids take over. They'll at least do a better job."

"Yes, sir," he said. Roger turned back to Novak and gestured.

"Try again," he said before getting out of the way. Novak served again and Djorde signaled it good. He did it a few more times before he signaled a bad serve. "Yep, that was out," he said. He reached out with his racket and tapped Novak on the ass.

"Are you going to do that every time I miss my first serve?"

"Only during practice," he said. "Unless you want me to hop down during a match and do it." Novak chuckled as Roger smiled at him.

"At least every one would know I really am your husband," the Serb said causing the Swiss to laugh.

"Hey, what's so funny over there? Are you talking about me?" Djorde asked.

"Yes," they said together.

"Well, stop it."

After Novak's practice serves, they had some extra time before they had to leave, so they had the kids come out to the court to hit some balls. "Now, Daddy is just going to softly toss the ball and you're going to try to hit it over the net, okay?" Roger asked as Theo brought up a kids racket that Roger had gotten out.

"Okay," the nearly three year old said. Novak tossed the ball to his son and the little tyke hit it, but the ball went into the net. "Aw," he groaned and Roger chuckled.

"He groans just like you. He is so your son." Novak chuckled as he got another ball and tossed it again. This time, Theo hit it over the net. He was jumping up and down as Rosie stepped up to the net for her turn.

"I next," she said. Novak tossed the ball and though it took her a couple times, she eventually hit it over the net. She too celebrated by jumping up and down. "I did it! I did it!"

"Yes, you did," Roger said picking up his little girl. Theo ran over to Novak who lifted him up. "You guys ready to head back to the hotel? Get out of this hot sun?"

"Yeah," they said. They gathered their bags together as the next person who had the court arrived. It was Jaques Louvernt and his team. His coach sighed as they watched the family get their things. Djorde was watching them like a hawk as he picked up Rosie. He grabbed his bag before putting on his shades and leading the family off the court.

"Afternoon," he said. Rosie waved as her Uncle Djorde carried her off the court. He looked behind him to make sure the others were behind him. Novak had his tennis bags while Roger was carrying Theo.

"I hope we got everything," he commented as they left. Jaques waved back when Theo waved at him and his coach scolded him.

"What?"

"Don't be nice to them. They are freaks," his coach said.

"No they're not. It's 2018, not the 50s. Drop it," Jaques said putting his bag down. It was then he spotted something. A lime green and blue striped dog. He bent down to pick it up and shook it to get the red clay off of it. "I've seen this before," he said. Then it hit him. "Oh, this is Theo's," he said. Ignoring his coach, Jaques hurried to get it back to Novak. Just as he started going, Novak came running back onto the court. "Forget something?" he asked.

"Thanks. It's Theo's favorite and he would have never gone to sleep without it."

"No problem," Jaques said as Novak took the dog.

"See you tomorrow?"

'Duh," the young Frenchman said and Novak chuckled before heading back out. He turned back to see his team just staring at him. "What?"

Novak sighed as he finally got Theo down for the night. "That's a good boy," he said before kissing his son on the forehead. He did a quick check on Rosie before heading into the other bedroom. "He is down for the count," he announced as he got into bed.

"Yeah?" Roger asked.

"Yep," Novak yawned. He sunk into the bed next to Roger who was looking over stat sheets. "Are you going to be long?" Novak asked.

"No. You go ahead and go to sleep." Novak gave a muffled sound from underneath the cover and Roger reached over and turned off the light on his side. He gave his husband a small kiss on the head before going back to his papers. When he was finished with his papers, he put them away, turned off his light and snuggled up beside his husband.

The next day, Novak played his semifinals match against Louvernt. He wished he could say he put up a fight, but that only happened in the first set, which he won. Jaques cruised to a four set win over Novak. At the net, they hugged before shaking hands with the chair umpire. Novak gathered his things while Jaques waved to the crowd. Once Novak had all his things, he headed towards the exit. The announcer said his name and the crowd cheered him off. He gave a wave to them as he left the arena. He headed to the locker room after Roger managed to get him his post press conference after his shower. He showered quick and got dressed before heading to the room. Though he was disappointed that he couldn't defend his title, he was pleased with his performance throughout the tournament and was looking forward to Wimbeldon.

Novak entered the hotel room and found a romantic dinner table set up. He smiled seeing Roger there with two glasses of wine. "I lost," he stated.

"I know," his husband said.

"Where are the kids?" he asked.

"My mom has them," Roger said. "Take a swig of this and get changed into something more comfortable. I called room service and it should be here soon with our filet of fish entrees."

"Oh, I love the fish here," he said.

"I know," Roger said handing Novak his wine. The Serb took a swig of the wine before kissing his husband.

"I love you."

"I know," Roger quipped before taking Novak's wine and put it on the table. "Get changed," he said before slapping Novak on the ass playfully. Novak headed into the bedroom to freshen up. While he was in the bedroom, the room service arrived. Roger tipped the waiter before bringing the cart in himself. He put the entrees on the table before sitting down to wait for Novak. "Nole, the dinner I getting cold."

"Would you give me a break?" he asked. "I can only move so fast," he said. He came into the sitting area where black slacks, Roger's favorite green shirt of his and he was barefoot.

"Wow," Roger said. "You can still pull off that look."

"What look?" Novak asked.

"The hot and sexy look," Roger said. "Here, sit down before I change my mind about dinner," he said pulling out Novak's chair. He sneaked a kiss onto his neck before sitting down. "Enjoy," he added before they lifted the lids off their dishes. Novak moaned and the scent and they got even sexier as he ate the fish. "Okay, you keep that up, mister and I'm taking you over my knee and spanking you. We are finishing this meal and then we'll have sex."

"I can eat fast," Novak said.

"You'll get a stomach ache," Roger said. Novak slowly ate his food as he and Roger joked and laughed with each other. After dinner was over, Roger left the cart outside the door and called room service to let them know they could pick it up. While he was doing that, Novak went into the bedroom, stripping as he went, leaving a trail of clothes along the way. When Roger was walking back from where the phone was, he found Novak's shirt. "You couldn't wait for me, huh?" he asked.

"Nope," Novak said from the bedroom. Roger chuckled as he found Novak's pants before looking up to have his underwear hit his face. "You're over dressed, husband," Novak said as he walked up to the bed. Roger smirked as he unhooked his belt before taking off his pants. He tossed his pants aside and took off his shirt. "Still have that underwear on," Novak quipped as Roger got onto the bed.

"Want to take it off for me?" Roger asked. Novak reached down and pulled Roger's underwear over his hips and Roger helped him got it off the rest of the way. Roger then joined Novak under the covers and he found himself on his back with his husband on top of him, straddling his hips.

"Feel like giving me a ride?" Novak asked. Roger chuckled as he grasped Novak's hips. "Want to know what I did in the showers?" he asked.

"Do tell," Roger said and Novak leaned in close to his ear.

"I touched myself and prepared myself too," he whispered and Roger groaned, gripping the hips in his hands. "Let's see if I did a good job," he said before setting himself up on his knees. He reached behind him and grabbed Roger's stiff cock before lowering himself down on it. He groaned as Roger slid right into him and his eyes closed in pleasure. "Oh, God, you slid right in," he said and Roger sat up. They both groaned when the angle changed and Roger moved his hips. His cock his a particular sensitive nerve inside Novak and the Serbian let out a moan and his hips buck down onto Roger.

"Careful you don't break me," Roger said.

"You've been going for ten years. I don't think you can break," he said and he began moving his hips. Roger made a move to turn them over, but Novak stopped him with his thighs. "Don't you dare flip us over," he said.

"Yes, sir," Roger grunted when Novak thrust his hips.

"Keep up, Coach," Novak said before surging forward and grasping Roger's lips with his. They both moaned as they moved their hips together. Roger reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out the goodie bag. He unzipped as he distracted Novak by kissing his neck. Novak's moans echoed in his ear as he unzipped the bag and got out the vibrator. He attached it to Novak's cock and turned it on. Novak let out a sharp cry at the unexpected pleasure and he wrapped his legs around Roger's waist. "Oh, God."

"Roger's fine," he said before he moved his hips up and Novak's moan of pleasure made him it the same spot over and over.

"Oh, you son of a ..."

"Ah, ah, be nice," Roger teased before grabbing Novak's ass in his hands and pulling him closer. "Or we won't finish." Novak moaned when he squeezed his ass. "Keep moving, baby," Roger said into his ear and he grabbed Novak's cock and began to pull and pump it with their thrusts. Novak moaned into Roger's neck and he ran his hands through Roger's hair. He came quickly, his orgasm sweeping over him and he rested his forehead on Roger's shoulder. Roger wasn't too far behind him with one of his own and he came with a deep moan. He turned off the vibrator and took it off Novak before slowly turning them over. Novak groaned as his husband settled on top of him.

"I said..."

"I know, not turn us over. Too bad," Roger said before kissing him. "My turn," he said before he made sweet love to his husband.

End of Chapter Ten