Novels by Kaysh

Amilia pov:Sneaking out of bed I turn off Azrael's alarms to make sure she doesn't wake up at her regular time. Quietly slipping out the bedroom I sneak my way over to the boys room. Entering in I see little bodies laying underneath their blankets."I know neither of you are asleep." I call out with a smile. Like clockwork they sit up with wide smiles on their faces.Jumping out of bed they scamper over to me and wrap me in big hugs. I hug back and start to tickle them, filling the room with laughter. Stopping quickly I hold my finger up to my lip."Do you know what day it is?" I ask them, watching as they mimic me shushing all of us."Daddys birthday!" Ryker gave a mischievous smile, his feet moving and unable to stand still."Exactly. We can't wake her up yet so let's be quiet." They nodded and followed me out of the room and down to the kitchen.I let them help me make breakfast in bed for Azy. Getting out pans and tools to cook with, I task the boys on getting ingredients from th

Long chapter & Mostly smut______________________________Amilia pov:The bell rings as I enter the Cafe door, looking around I find Emily and Rose waiting for me at a table. Giving a small smile I walk over and sit myself with them. We all greet each other and start to dish gossip."We're thinking of starting soon." Rose takes a sip of her tea, a faint smile on her lips."Aw, I can't wait till Axe and I try." Emily claps her hand and praises Rose."Kids are a lot of work and I don't even do most of it." I crossed my legs and sipped my coffee, ordering a snack for my drink."Really?" I shrug my shoulders at Rose's confusion."Yeah, Az does most of it. I help when she allows me and when I want to, which is often." A server comes over and takes our food orders before leaving us with our conversation."How much do you do?" Emily looked interested in what I had to say."I dunno. Breakfast, dinner sometimes, changing diapers, going on runs in the park, playtime, family time, temper tantrum

Amilia pov:My breathing came out even but a little heavy as I ran. I had the boys in a double stroller as I ran through Central Park. I had a hefty lead on Azrael, she was somewhere behind me further back.She lifted weights and did better with calisthenics then I did but I had better cardio. I ran 3 miles every other day but walked regularly. It helps that I mostly worried about work than anything else.Az has really taken to being a mostly stay at home parent with the boys. So much over the past few months that she's considered herself out of shape. I didn't really see it, she still kinda had abs, just a little more weight on her.Difference is when she packs it she still looks buff or at least like she has muscle. When I gain it I look and feel fat. She tells me otherwise but I don't take it seriously considering she thinks she has a 'dad bod' now. She just looked a little beefier if anything.The boys coo and I take a moment, stopping myself at a bench to stretch and check up on

Azrael pov:"You just called me fat!" Amilia threw a pillow at me but I successfully ducked it and hid behind the couch with a pillow to shield myself.Damien and Claudio had come over and were currently cowering behind a chair together to hide from her. She looked pissed but I still found it cute… and a little hot."I said bigger! We've been through this, I like the weight gain. You look good, healthy even." I defend myself but this seemed to piss her off as well."So I looked sickly when I was thinner!?" She grabbed a shoe and chucked it at me but I moved out of the way and could hear Damien whine behind me."No, that is not at all what I said. My love, you look amazing no matter what." I tried to make peace, anything to not face the wrath of a shoe to the face.She narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath in, letting it out she walked closer to me, still holding a shoe. I stood still in a confused and slightly aroused fear of her. She held the shoe up like it was a weapon and spoke

Azrael:1 year laterA year ago from now everything was extremely hectic. We were basically at war, fighting for our lives, and watching people close to us die. Now I'm happy and in Paris with the love of my life.Time flies and it's so wild. I was 25 when I met Amilia, still young and uncaring of everything around me. I'm 29 now, I have goals and ambitions that I want. I'm a different person from then and I couldn't be happier.We'd been here for about a year and we're finally having the wedding. I wanted to do it immediately but Amilia thought it'd be better to wait and give us time to relax from everything. I'm glad we did. It just gave me more time to appreciate her.I smooth out my tux to try and calm myself. Looking into the mirror I found my reflection. My hair was shorter again, it was long for some time. I looked a little older but not by much.The door to my room busted open and my men fell in with happy smiles on their faces. They hugged me and cheered me on about getting m

Azrael pov:"Let me go!" I thrash in my brother's grip, needing to get away to find Amilia. He held on tightly and tried to keep me from moving."You're hurt. Stop trying to make it worse." He held me back and I kept thrashing around."I need to find her, I don't care if I'm hurt!" Pushing him away I stumble out if his grip and push myself forward.My body was in excruciating pain, I struggled to breathe, move, and even look around. None of it mattered though, I needed to find Amilia. He sighed and followed after me with Claudio on his trail."Fine..." He grumbled and reluctantly chased after me as I ran down the streets.The city was littered in bodies, rubble, ash, and civil servants. Most of Greenwood's men were dead or in the process of killing themselves. My men helped civilians as well to hide from cops and not be taken or killed.I ran my way past people, moving around cars and rubble, I was focused on finding one thing. Damien and Claudio went their own ways to find her as wel