And I was finally just a few hours away from being withmytwo people for good.
“Nothing to declare?” the customs agent asked me in a bored voice, her eyes giving my passport a cursory glance.
“Nothing,” I said, biting back a grin.
I had plenty to declare, some of it deliciously filthy, and all of it for Jules’ and Isaac’s ears only.
I took my passport back, adjusted the strap of my bag over my shoulder, and zipped past the passengers lugging oversized suitcases as I headed for the exit.
Jules and Isaac had had a blast furnishing our new home, I’d left some clothing here each time I’d come over and could always pick up more, and the few personal belongings worth shipping over would arrive in a couple of weeks. My laptop bag contained just that. My laptop. A couple of toiletries for the long flight. A few small gifts for each of the boys… and if all of that boiled down to a man who’d travelled light to shave as much time as possible off his reunion with his gorgeous, beautiful boys?
It didn’t matter how many odd looks I got, that was nobody’s business but my own.
I side-stepped around a slow-moving older couple holding a pet carrier between them, and took out my phone to order a car. I’d been patient, and I knew it would be worth it when I finally woke up with Isaac and Jules in my arms tomorrow—and every tomorrow after that—but even a smitten Daddy’s patience had its limits.
And being this close to them, finally on the same soil, but still a few hours away from holding them again?
It was definitely testing mine.
I almost,almostregretted being so firm with them about waiting for me at home, but the satisfaction of knowing Iwasstill taking care of them—even if that care had been carried out mostly via video chat, messaging, and an excessive amount of spoiling them with ridiculous things from afar—outweighed that regret.
The one thing a good Daddy couldn’t be was selfish, and with two boys as wonderful as mine, it was easy not to be.
I loved spoiling them.
I loved seeing Isaac’s shy smile of thanks and hearing Jules’ bright squeals of delight.
I loved…them.
I finally connected to the rideshare app.
“Daddy,” someone squealed.
I had just enough time to look up from my phone before finding myself with an armful of squirming, sequined sexiness on one side and smiling, shy, cherry-scented sweetness on the other.
“Hi, Daddy,” Isaac said, a blush coloring his cheeks as he tried and failed to look contrite. “Are you mad?”
“Very mad,” I said, my voice embarrassingly gravelly as my heart overflowed with joy. “Such naughty boys.”
Jules grabbed my cheeks and forcefully turned my head to face him. “It’s my fault,” he said, which I had no doubt was true. “So if you need to spank someone for bad behavior…”
Someone gasped, and my sassy boy’s smile turned positively wicked as the older couple with their pet carrier scurried past.
“Oops,” Jules said, cocking his hip and flipping his chin.
“Jules,” Isaac hissed, still wrapped around me like an octopus. “Theyheardyou.”
“Damn right they did, honey. And tonight, when their love life gets a little spicier? Youknowthey’ll be grateful they did.”
“Oh my God,” Isaac said, burying his face in my shoulder to muffle his giggling.
Jules preened, shooting me a look that was equal parts sly and sassy.
And I laughed, the sound pouring out of me from deep in my belly and filling up the space around us with the joy of being together again, then pulled him back against me and kissed him soundly. Thoroughly. And very, very publicly. Reassuring him that I couldn’t just handle it, I loved him for it.
And then I kissed Isaac. Softer, gentler, but no less hungrily.
And then, words I’d been saving for them because I’d needed them in my arms when I told them the truth, I declared myself.
