Jett Wilson looked down at his husband, Kyle Anderson-Wilson. "You know I'm a careful driver, right?" he laughed. "I'm the safest driver in all of Australia!"

"Tell that to the tree you backed into last week," Kyle sighed, looking up at Jett. He reached up and tried to flatten the two cowlicks in the front of Jett's hair that never wanted to smooth down, but it was hopeless.

Swatting Kyle's hands away, Jett sighed in impatience. "That's a different story, and that was Riley, not me."

"I don't care who it was," Kyle grumbled, "Paula was in the car and that's not safe. She's little, Jett. Your daughter is still very small!"

"I know just how small Paula is," Jett assured Kyle, patting his head, which caused Kyle to huff out at him. "It'll be just fine, Ky, you'll see." He kissed Kyle's cheek before hopping into the front seat of his jeep.

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Three Years Previous

Kyle stood before Jett's two children with him, their hands clasped tightly and firmly together. They had been dating for two years, and he had grown to love Paula and Riley very much. They were such wonderful children, and Jett had raised them well since their mother had died six years before.

"Riley, Paula, we have something to tell you," Jett told them, his magnificent smile seeming fifty times brighter to Kyle, or maybe it was because he was so in love. "Kyle and I are engaged to be married."

"You mean Kyle will be like our new mum?" Riley asked, smiling widely. He was always commenting on how Kyle had a motherly aura about him. "That sounds pretty neat."

Kyle laughed. "I guess so," he said, smiling at him. "Are you two okay with this?"

Paula jumped up from her couch cushion and wrapped her arms around Kyle's waist. "I've been waiting for this day! I went with Daddy to get the ring! I helped him pick it out!"

Jett picked up Paula as she squealed with glee. "Paula, that was supposed to be our little secret," he jokingly scolded. "You're not supposed to let him know that I can't even pick out a proper ring on my own."

"Oh, I could've guessed that," Kyle said, smiling. He looked at the ring on his finger. "And let me guess, Riley picked out the restaurant we went to the night you proposed?"

"Damn right I did," Riley commented from the couch without looking up from his phone.

Kyle snickered to himself. "I know you too well, Jett. Your kids mean the world to you, so of course you would want them involved even in our engagement." He smiled at him. "And why not? They're the two most wonderful kids. Just think, Riley might start driving soon, and Paula will be starting middle school next year."

Paula giggled. "It will be so much fun!"

"I really hope so, dear," Kyle said, smiling back at her. "I want only the best for our little Paula." He reached over and tickled her, causing her to squeal with laughter. "You're so smart for your age. It's no wonder all the boys like you."

"Hey now," Jett said, looking over at Kyle. "I've already told Paula that there's no dating until after she's married."

"Oh Daddy," Paula sighed. "I'm only ten. I'm sure there's plenty of time for me to date in the future, right?"

"Yeah, once you're married," Jett said.

Paula scoffed and crossed her arms, perched on her father's arm. She was rather small and petite for her age, still at the perfect size to be picked up easily by Jett, but not as easily by Kyle. Though her favorite thing to do was randomly jump on one of their backs and demand to be carried.

Kyle smiled at Paula. "Perhaps we could reason with him," he said to appease her.

The little girl smiled at Kyle. "Perhaps," he agreed with a nod. Her grin stretched almost from ear to ear.

Jett looked over at Kyle. "There will be no reasoning with me, you hear? Paula won't be dating anyone until after she's married. The rule is set in stone. She especially won't be dating either of those Oxenstierna boys. They're troublemakers."

"And you never were?" Kyle asked, pinching Jett's earlobe as he smiled innocently up at him.

That caused Jett to laugh. "I was the biggest troublemaker of them all!" he proudly stated. "How else do you think I can detect one of my own so easily?" He ran his free hand through his hair, grinning easily at Kyle. "Riley takes after me in that sense, and unfortunately, so does Paula."

"I don't believe that for a moment," Kyle stated, crossing his arms.

Jett laughed raucously. "Just you wait until you see them in action. They'll prove you wrong. It'll happen, Ky."

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Kyle shook his head at the memory and then looked up at Jett in the jeep. "Please just be careful at least," he softly said.

"What was that?" Jett asked, looking down at him. He hadn't started the engine yet, but he somehow still hadn't heard his love's soft concerns. "I couldn't hear you, Kyle. What did you say again? I'm a little hard of hearing, but you know that."

"Just be careful," Kyle said a little louder. He didn't like raising his voice, always feeling it made him sound angry.

"Aren't I always careful?" Jett asked him with a grin. He leaned down, bringing his face close to Kyle's. "Kiss for luck?"

Kyle blushed, but it still brought a small smile to his face. He brought his lips to meet Jett's. His mind went into a whirlwind of the past seven years that they had been together, all the beautiful moments that they had shared rushing past him. "Did that work?" he teased.

"I don't know," Jett teased back. "Should we try again?"

The New Zealander blushed but eagerly kissed Jett once more. His heart was pumping wildly, but he didn't care. He was too in love to care. All he wanted was to kiss his husband goodbye over and over. He was so in love with the Aussie that he didn't care who knew. If he had the courage, he would shout it to the world.

"You're wonderful," Kyle breathed after they broke off the kiss. It had taken his breath away, as it always seemed to. Though they had been married for a little over a year, he still felt and acted as if they were newlyweds. He had never been more in love.

"Not as wonderful as you," Jett simply told him. "I've always found you quite fascinating." He ran a hand through Kyle's extremely curly hair. "From your curls to your short stature. You're just altogether wonderful, Kyle."

Kyle blushed and looked at his feet for a moment. "Thanks." He looked back up at Jett. "You've always been quite fascinating to me as well. I've always loved your adventurous spirit. I definitely see it in Paula. She's like a miniature you, Jett."

He laughed out loud. "So you see it, too?" He smiled to himself. "She gets the curls from her mother, though. Same with Riley. But his golden hair is just like hers."

Kyle smiled in understanding. "I don't want to replace her," he simply said. "I just want to be in a different place in your heart."

"I'm glad that you understand that," Jett said, snuggling Kyle as best as he could from up where he was. He kissed the top of Kyle's head. "I really need to get going, though."

Kyle sighed. "I know," he finally said. "But can we stay like this for just a few moments longer? Two days without you seems a bit much." He looked up at Jett. "Do you know how horrible that really is? I feel like I'm being unfairly punished." His eyes turned slightly pouty. "One more kiss, Jett?"

"How can I say no when you're giving me those eyes?" Jett laughed, looking down at Kyle. "But one more because I really have to get going."

Kyle smiled and wrapped his arms around the back of Jett's neck, pulling him down so he could kiss him. He felt like he could see stars and fireworks. There was nothing he loved more than kissing his love. Nothing in the world could beat kissing the man he loved.

"I love you," Jett said, smiling. He started up the jeep and began to pull away.

Not being able to find any other words, Kyle watched as Jett began to just easily pull out of the driveway without even a glance to the traffic around him. Unable to think of any other ways to express his love, he shouted, "Look both ways!"