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“Yes, Pres.” Racer looks at him, and I am fucking impressed when the new prospect does not back down.

“Good. Now fuck off.”

Both youngsters run off. I smile seeing how eager they are, hell I was the same when I was their age. Now I am thirty-six and I feel my bones protesting whenever I ride for long periods at a time, but no way in hell will I give up riding until I am dead and buried.

“I need to run, Pres. Got to drop the kids back to Ruth, before I head into the garage to finish up that Camry.” He nods to me and I call for my kids.

They come running back into the main room, giving hugs to the brothers, before I load then up into my truck.

They sing to some chipper annoying kids’ song on the radio, and I swear to fuck my brain cells die with each passing second.

When we arrive at their mother’s house, they cheer.

“You would think that my own kids did not want to spend time with me,” I joke with them.

“We love you, Daddy, you know that, but we love Mama too,” Emmi says in a sing-song voice.

“We love you equally, Daddy,” Rex adds, grinning like a loon in the back seat.

“Yeah, yeah.” I wave them off, exiting the car, hearing their giggles.

Ruth steps out of the house looking as hot as ever in her jean shorts that show off her shapely legs and a T-shirt that is too small for her, but she likes how it makes her tits look.

“Hey, beautiful. I have a delivery for you. Two very unruly brats who need to be thrown in the dungeon for giggling too much,” I call to her, making her smile wide.

The kids giggle louder, calling for me to not throw them away.

I help them out, before picking them both up and carrying them toward their mother like they are footballs, one under each arm.

“Mama, save us.” Emmi giggles and that sound makes my heart happy.

Call me sappy as fuck, but my kids are everything to me and I will kill any fucker who tries to take them from me.

“Delivery, Miss.” I wink at my ex-wife.

“Do I have to take them?” She puts her hands on her hips in question.

“No refunds, sorry. They are yours now.” I help them down and they wrap their arms around their mother’s waist, smiling up at her.

“We love you, Mama, do not send us to that smelly room.” Rex fake cries.

They both give her the puppy dog eyes and she caves.

“Fine, I suppose you can stay. Andrey made some cupcakes before he went to work; you can have one now them another after dinner, but keep it down. I just put Raya down for a nap, okay?” My kids nod then come to me for hugs before they run off to find the cupcakes.

Andrey is a private chef so my kids eat damned good. I knew back when we were in college that Ruth felt something more than a friendship for Andrey, but she was with me. I know that she would never cheat on me, but the one time we had a threesome I saw the look in her eyes when they fucked, but I pushed that shit down.

Then my military career started and he was kind of put on the back burner, so I was not surprised when we divorced that they sought each other out again. I am happy for them; there is no way I would get in the way of Ruth finding her happiness.

“How have they been?” Ruth’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.

“Good as gold, as always.”

“Reid stuck close, I assume.” She cocks a brow at me.

“You know he did,” I say, grinning.

Ruth finds it cute that the kids have their own ‘Rugged protector’ as she calls him.

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