The house was unusually quiet but I had realized I woke up later than usual, my phone telling me that it was 11:30 in the morning but I had nowhere to rush to today. I made myself a quick small cup of coffee, showered, and tightened up the living room while waiting for Tyson to return with the children from his morning run. As I cleaned up for the day, I couldn't help but think back to what my parents said about my husband being too "hard" on our children. They were only three and one for goodness sake! I don't know why my parents were starting to treat me as if I was a little girl again but like hell was I going to let them annoy me and tell me and Tyson had to raise our own children. I never understood it at all but then again my parents were very protective of me and I know that deep down my father still didn't want me to marry Tyson since he's a wrestler because he still wanted me to marry a doctor, lawyer, pharmacist, just about anyone who wasn't a wrestler. I made it quite clear that I was going to marry Tyson when I first moved in with him after we had reconnected again after T.J. was born. I told my parents I wasn't going to disappear off the face of this earth and not tell Tyson of his own son that needed to grow up with a father in his life. Sometimes I felt bad not telling my parents about some of the issues me and Tyson would have but sometimes they are just looking for an excuse sometimes to get me to leave him for whatever reason but I love my husband too much to leave him.

Timmy meowed loudly as he wanted water in his bowl because he was thirsty and when I gave him some, he meowed "Thank you" and drunk his beverage until he heard the rest of his family outside of the sliding door. He perked up, ran towards the door, and meowed multiple times until his siblings came through the door with his papa right behind them.

"Timmy!" Tyra said to the cat as she went to hug him.

Timmy licked his sister's face in excitement as if he hadn't seen her in forever along with his brother who picked him up and put him on the couch. Tyson closed the door behind him, let out a big sigh, then sat next to the cat on the couch to catch his breath for a bit because I know the kids are wore him out which meant it was time to take them to grandma and grandpa's house.

"You okay?" I asked Tyson.

"I love these two but we need to drop them off at my parent's house," he replied. "Tyra almost rolled down the hill I hike up sometimes and I almost fell trying to grab her. Then T.J. happened to slip and almost rolled down the hill too so I had to catch him so I decided to come back home and get them ready for their grandparents for the weekend.

"Welp, I'm glad you and the children are soft. T.J., Tyra, time to get washed up!" I said.

Tyra shook her head at me with the quickness when she heard those words.

"No!" she said.

"Did you just say no, little girl?" Tyson asked her.

Tyra grinned at him as I picked her up and grabbed T.J.'s hand so I could take them to my room to get them cleaned up and dressed to go to their grandparent's house.

Tyson was in the garage lifting weights, flexing his damn muscles that did things to me whenever I saw them along with the beads of sweat that decorated his body…I couldn't stay in the damn garage long because I was tempted to do some things to him. I took our clothes out of the washer, stuck them in the dryer, and was going to head out but I turned around to see Tyson still lifting his weights up and down…down and up…his body chiseled to perfection…dammit! I found myself on top of him as he continued to lift weights while listening to his music in his earphones but he was definitely aware of me looking directly at his face that my lips latched onto his cheek which made him put the weight on its hook and sat up. He kissed my cheek in return, took out his earphones, and smiled big at me.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Sorry for interrupting you but I just couldn't help myself right now," I replied.

"You're good. I was just finishing up my workout. What do you want to do this weekend now that our rascals are out of the house?"

"I'm not sure…anything you want to do, I guess. This tank top you're wearing is going to get ripped off! Who told you to wear this muscle tank top that's exposing your chest, your nipples, everything!"

"Hmm, you know you like all of this damn goodness so why don't you get the whipped cream?"

"Whipped cream?"

"Yes, whipped cream."

"Well, well, well, I see someone is hungry and horny."

"Just like you are. I mean, you are sitting on my dick right now." His hands rested on my waist as kissed me on my lips and cheek.

"I'll make a mental note of that because we do need to eat the rest of it…" I kissed my husband once more and gave him a long hug that I didn't want to end.

He held onto me tightly as we sat in silence for a moment holding each other, not caring how much time was passing, and not caring about anything else at that very moment. There were times where we would hug each other and never let go for what seemed like eternity but we had enjoyed every single minute of it and wouldn't have traded that quality time for anything in the entire world. I did it often after Tyson would make me a peanut butter sandwich when I was pregnant with Tyra after I raised hell about not eating one. My husband was always there for me despite us having our differences yet my own parents were reverting back to their old ways of being suspicious of their son-in-law even though they've known him since he was a child. There was no way I was going to let them break up my marriage that I've been enjoying because I am with my soulmate.

"Tyson?"

"Yes?"

"I love you and I will love you for the rest of my entire life."

"I'll love you for the rest of my entire life, too." Tyson looked me in my eyes as he continued to speak to me and I listened intently. "I'm blessed to call you my wife and blessed to have two wonderful children with you and I wouldn't have it any other way, Tia. Please don't leave me because of your damn parents."

I chuckled at that remark but I didn't want him to think I'd leave him because of my parents because that wasn't going to happen whatsoever. I mean, who else would make me some peanut butter sandwiches when I wanted some?

"I promise you I won't leave you because of my parents," I said. "They'll get over themselves and they probably think you snatched me away from them but whatever. I know you're going to shower but can you massage my back real quick before I stretch out and dance a little?"

"Of course, love."