Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 304: Father and Son

–Livana–

I kissed my son first, then my husband.

Damon jolted awake, thoroughly startled—most likely by my appearance.

"Baby," he whispered, but I pressed my forefinger gently to his lips.

"Don’t wake our baby."

Too late.

Sky’s eyes fluttered open, wide and startled—mirroring his father’s reaction. He pointed at me accusingly as he rubbed sleep from his eyes.

"You!"

"It’s Mama," I said softly.

"Mama?" He studied me, head tilting slightly.

"You don’t like short black hair, baby?" I asked, voice light, almost teasing.

"No. No—pretty!" he declared.

I sighed and glanced at my husband.

"Still a badass babe," Damon murmured, sliding his hand around my waist and kissing my chest.

I wrapped my arms around him, lifted his chin, and kissed his lips—slow, lingering.

"I’ll be back before Deanne throws a party for their baby."

"Kissy," Sky demanded, wedging himself between us.

I kissed Sky’s head and hugged him close.

"Mama’s going to work, alright?" I whispered against his hair. "I’ll be away for a while. Be good to your Dada."

I kissed his nose, set him down, then leaned in to kiss my husband again.

Damon tightened his hold, deepening the kiss. I answered just as fiercely—until Sky attempted to separate us with both hands.

I finally pulled away and gently pinned my husband back onto the bed.

"Good night," I said, caressing my son’s hair. "Good night, baby. I love you."

"Dada, wav?" Sky pointed at his father.

"Yes," I smiled. "I love Dada too."

Adorable.

Satisfied, Sky tugged his father down and tucked him in with the duvet, as if Damon were the larger child between us.

I picked up my black duffel bag and glanced back. Damon had already risen. He crossed the room, gripping my chin firmly.

"You better come back alive, Livana," he said quietly. "If I find out you’re dead, I’ll follow you. I swear."

"I heard you."

"Livana." His voice deepened, edged with threat. "I’m warning you."

"I heard you, baby," I whispered, kissing his lips. "I’ll be home before you know it."

He nodded once.

"I love you."

He kissed me hard—torrid, desperate—before I turned and walked down the corridor, my steps soundless.

Outside, Commander White was already waiting. He took my bag and placed it in the trunk. We left the mansion quietly, the gates closing behind us like a secret sealed.

"I know it’s late to ask," I said calmly, "but how was your daughter’s wedding?"

"It was beautiful," he replied. "Thank you. And thank you for the gift."

"It’s nothing compared to everything you’ve done for our family," I said softly. "One of our agents killed himself after leaving us receipts of corruption and treason."

"I heard," he said. "Ox secured everything."

Good.

We arrived at the private runway—my jet gleaming beneath the floodlights, military equipment already in place. Inside, my pawns were waiting.

Including the most important one.

"Hello, Mr. President."

He stood immediately, bowing his head.

"My Queen."

We shook hands. The windows sealed as I sat across from him. He slid a folder toward me—documents detailing Senator Dela Vega. Several attempted murders. All aimed at my King Pawn.

"Continue what you’re doing," I said calmly. "Serve the country."

He nodded without hesitation.

I’ve known him since his twenties—loud with ideals, reckless with hope. My mother chose him. Funded him. An investment. Long-term.

She was right.

I have watched his every move. Protected his family. Removed threats before they learned his name.

If he ever betrayed us, I would know long before he dared act.

He stayed with us until Batanes. From there, we changed jets. He ensured I left the country safely.

Only then did I exhale.

I touched my wig—the one my husband chose for me. His hands had lingered on it longer than necessary.

Back in my seat, I reached into my wallet and took out a photograph. Alyssa took it with the Polaroid I gifted her on her sixth birthday.

The only copy.

Secured inside leather.

I imagined them now—still tangled in sheets, or Sky waking his father to demand food.

God, I miss them already.

But millions of lives—my people, my empire—rest on my decisions.

And queens do not abandon their throne.

–Logan–

Jane woke up early—probably her body clock again. I stayed where I was, half-lazy on the bed, watching her move through her quiet routine. She washed up while sipping warm water, calm and focused, like the day hadn’t even started yet. When she was done, she leaned in and kissed my lips.

"Brush your teeth," she reminded me.

I nodded.

I tied the curtains back and carried the duvet out to the balcony, hanging it where the morning sun could reach it. I tidied the bed, fluffed the pillows, made sure everything caught the light. Then I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and applied sunscreen—the one my wife insists I wear during the day. Only then did I head downstairs.

Breakfast was already halfway done. Deanne yawned as she sat at the table.

"Logan," she said, "Liva said you need to follow her wherever she goes after Jane and the boys leave for abroad."

I sighed. "Can I at least have a long vacation with my wife? We never even had a honeymoon."

"False," Jane said immediately.

"Every night is your honeymoon," Deanne pointed out.

Jane nodded, and they both laughed while I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever, Deanne." I walked up behind my wife, resting my hand at her waist and kissing her cheek.

"It’s still weird seeing Logan and Jane together," Sophia commented as she entered the kitchen. "You two used to fight all the time."

"Yes," I agreed easily.

"We’re heading home," Laura announced. "Back to Blackwell Residence."

The twins followed her. Zayvier was already driving, with Zendaya sitting beside him like a little princess. A moment later, Sky’s dramatic cry echoed through the room.

Damon—looking half-asleep—set Sky down. Sky immediately ran to Laura.

"Mommy!" he cried, tugging at her dress. Then he pointed accusingly at his father. "Dada! Baddie!"

Laura bent down and wiped his tears. I glanced at Damon, who looked utterly shocked.

"I didn’t wake up when he did," Damon defended himself. "I wanted to sleep more. He cried and smacked me."

Sky went quiet.

"Oh," he said innocently, like the explanation made perfect sense.

"Sky, figlio mio dolce. Non puoi fare il prepotente quando la mamma non è qui," Damon said gently.

(Sky, my sweet son. You can’t be a bully when Mama isn’t here.)

"No, no!" Sky wagged his finger. "Baddie. Angry, Sky." He pointed at himself. "Foodie!"

So—hungry or angry. Usually both.

Laura pressed her lips together, clearly fighting laughter. I couldn’t help it—I giggled, and Jane laughed quietly beside me.

"Mommy!" Sky cried again, overly dramatic.

"Sky, stop crying!" Zendaya shouted.

He stopped immediately.

Zendaya hopped out of the car and hugged Damon’s leg.

"You have a surprise for me later," Damon said with a grin, caressing her hair and kissing the top of her head.

"Good morning, Dada!"

"Good morning, darling."

From the outside, anyone would think Damon was the twins’ father—and that Laura and Damien were Sky’s parents. The names came from imitation. Laura and Damien were always there for Sky.

Jane handed me a cup. "Here’s your macchiato."

"Best wife ever," I whispered, kissing her cheek as the father-and-son bickering continued.

"Sei cattivo, Dada," Sky said clearly.

We all froze.

"Were you teaching him that?" Aunt Ines asked.

Damon nodded. "I read Italian documents. Then movies. I translate."

"Oh, he’s fluent," Aunt Ines said proudly. "Not bad for his first Italian words."

"Auntie," Jane added casually, "do you know Damon makes Sky sit beside him during meetings?"

"And tells him to take minutes," I added.

Damon looked betrayed.

"Damon?" Aunt Ines put a hand on her hip.

"Mom, it’s not like that," he sighed. He bent down and hugged Zendaya, who patted his head comfortingly. Then he pulled out his phone.

"Love," he recorded dramatically, "your son is bullying me. And your mom scolded me."

"It’s just a joke," I laughed.

"I just realized Sky and Damon are exactly alike," Jane said. "Same attitude. Very dramatic."

Damon froze, looked at his son, and sighed deeply.

"This is why I need a daughter," he muttered. "I’m going back to sleep."

"Dramatic," Aunt Ines mumbled, then laughed. "She’s right—both clingy, both dramatic. I remember how he begged me to let him marry Livana. They were practically children."

I watched Laura lift Sky into his chair and help the twins climb into theirs.

"Go sit," Jane nudged me.

"I’m fine. I want to hug you."

Laura caught my eye and subtly signed something to me.

Right. Our agreement.

"Oh—I forgot something," I said, lifting my mug. I kissed Jane’s neck, then followed Laura out. Damien waited in the corridor with his tablet.

He showed me the renovation plans for my manor near the mango farm.

Not just the house—there was a cattery by the garden, connected directly to it. Several rescued strays were already listed. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

I smiled.

She’s going to love this.