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Kalani's POV

I woke up in bed. Montero was looking at me smiling and I started blushing.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.

"Gosh, you beautiful." He whispered.

"You have said that a million times." I smiled.

"And somehow my wife doesn't seem to grow out of it." He smiled, slightly removing hair out of my face, seemingly looking at me like he was thinking.

He pulled me closer and he kissed my forehead.

I pushed him away, "Weren't you supposed to be sterilizing?" I looked at him.

"I finished it that a few hours after you slept." He replied. I nodded, looking down.

"I'm sorry ok?" He whispered.

"Yeah, me too," I whispered back. "I shouldn't have said I was going to divorce you. That was a lie. A big fat life. I'd die first than divorce you. Till death due us part remember?" I buried myself in his chest, pulling him closer.

"Then you better not die on me, Mrs. Montero." He kissed my forehead.

"Trust me, I'm not planning to. And if you die, Mr. Montero, you can forget about me trying to find you in the afterlife. " I snuggled closer.

"Yes ma'am." He grinned.

We just sat there in each other's arms, with nothing but comfortable silence.

Then I remembered kids, gosh the kids.

I suddenly sat up fast, hitting the top of my head on his chin.

"Aww Www." I rubbed my head over Montero's chin. "Sorry." I continued, as I rubbed his chin.

"Yea it's ok. What's wrong, why did you just jolt up like that?" He asked.

"The kids. The kids don't know what's going on. They probably mad at us." I explained.

"I explained to them that you fell asleep again. The guys are out of our house, Kana went with them. Your dad is with them. Eva and Johnathan had to go back, Iris caught a cold." I nodded in understanding.

"We have to wake up though," I muttered.

Before Montero could answer, there was a knock on the door.

"Mom and dad, it's time to explain. We have waited long enough." It was Charlie. I smiled, knowing he probably lost a rock, paper, scissors bet and they told him to be their sacrifice.

Our door was magic. You could hear what was being said on the outside, but the people outside could only hear you when you chose for them too.

Cool right? I looked at my husband smiling. I then nodded in agreement and he took the remote deactivator and then wala, they could hear.

"You can come in." He called out for them. I quickly sat up and they all came in. All six of them.

They all stood in the line in which they were born, all of them having their arms folding. They all were pulling a straight face. But Dakota broke the silence.

"Why are we standing like this again?" I covered my mouth to conceal the laugh that was so threatening to come out.

Enzo cleared his throat, "Explain please."

"Ahem." Both of us, Montero and me, clear our own throats, looking at him, 'like excuse me?'

"I think you should explain please," Placido asked in a more polite tone.

"I think you gonna need chairs for this." He started. They all looked at each other, worry written all over their now.

"How bad is it daddy?" Eawa asked. Her voice was skeptical, and she gave him the, 'please don't be a that bad' look, but oh, if only she knew.

"I think y'all gonna need chairs for this." He assured her.

A few minutes ago.

"What do you think dad is going to say?" Eawa asked. They were all sitting in Enzo's room. It wasn't dad's instructions, but what the heck? They thought. Things were a mess already.

This was the first time they had encountered an actual attack, their first time their father had allowed them to shoot with an intent to kill, their first time they saw their mom picking up a gun and pointing it at someone,

their first time seeing their dad killing people with a straight face, and getting shot but treating it as something usual and their first time seeing their mom panicking and fainting.

It was all too overwhelming.

I mean it's not every day so much would happen in a day. They were still processing. When their father fell unconscious, they lost their minds.

They had to calm Eawa down, Dakota and Rumi just wanted their daddy, and they had to lie with tears in their eyes that daddy was ok. It was the hardest time for the boys.

They had to keep the girls safe. That was the promise they made to their dad. To keep the girls safe. But gosh that was hard.

While their dad was still being treated, their mother fainted. It felt like the world stopped. For a few minutes, they were orphans, and that feeling, the feeling of being alone, that is one feeling that never want to ever feel again.

Feeling lost and without stability. To them, it felt like they were abandoned. And the thought of that, was suffocating.

So here they were, in this room, trying to process.

"Something bad." Charlie shrugged off his shoulder, laying in Enzo's bed. The boys were all sitting on Enzo's bed and the girls, on the couch that was opposite the bed.

"Stop being pessimistic." Placido slightly hit his thigh.

"Really Cido?" He chuckled. "You think dad was a cop, an FBI agent, or better yet," he sat up, "A spy?" He whispered in a sarcastic voice, looking away.

"He could have been someone good." Eawa tried to sugarcoat it.

"Hah!" Charlie huffed, looking at her. " And what would that be? A traffic officer who so happened to nail down a Mexican cartel but got framed, but now bad guys are after him?"

She looked away. "I can't believe you can be that naive." He continued.

"Really? Do you really think dad worked for the good guys with the amount of training we had? I mean really? Do any of y'all actually believe that?" He looked around his siblings in disbelief.

"I mean, I have to say," Placido rubbed his temples, "He has a point." He continued.

"Thank you." He slightly patted Placido's back. "Finally someone who gets this. Now, who wants to bet, dad was in the mafia." He wiggled his eyebrows, slyly smiling.

A few minutes later

"So," Montero stood up, and he started walking around. I could tell he was nervous. The heck, I would too if I had to tell that my kids that I was once in the mafia, better yet, the Don.

"Before I met your mother, I wasn't really your ideal dad material." Her voice was unsure of what he was saying, and his body language was a mess.

"No offense dad, but I think it's best you cut to the chase. I mean, I have seen a lot today that would last me a lifetime, and I don't think you can make it worse than that." That was Charlie with his forever sharp tongue.

"Really?" Montero chuckled.

Glad he somehow found this funny. I shook my head.

"Care to enlighten me?" He sat at the edge of the bed, folding his arms.

"Sure." Charlie smiled. "So, let me guess, you were in the mafia, did a lot of bad things to a lot of other bad guys. And I don't know if you were a good guy or not, but you survived, and that's the important part."

Montero nodded as Charlie started walking around explaining, "With your level of training, I'd say, you were the second in command, probably the boss's bodyguard," Montero tilted his head in disagreement but Charlie continued.

"But of course you did something to the big boss, something really bad though, like kill his son or something and-" His voice skeptical now.

"Charlie!" I reprimanded. He stopped walking and he looked at me.

"How could you think that?" I asked.

"It's ok honey." Montero looked at me with his gentle mafia eyes.

"No, it's not." I defeated him. "That is anything but the truth. I mean it's close enough," I shrugged my shoulders, nodding my head.

"Which part?" I looked at him in disbelief, my mouth opened and my eyebrows slightly lifted.

"Charlie!" I repeated.

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