The Ultimate Chance-Chapter 129

"Let’s try again, shall we?" Damon gathered the pieces and sat down with his legs crossed. She took the spot opposite him and reluctantly picked up the manual she had assumed they didn’t need. She soon realized that wasn’t any easier and wanted to give up.

"When I looked this up, the description said kids would enjoy assembling the car. But do you think any kid would like this kind of thing?" She laughed about it. Angel would attempt to assemble it once and if he failed, he would lose interest in the toy altogether. "And they think it’s ideal for five to seven year olds? This is torture."

Damon wanted to agree with her but that was before he remembered the fate of pretty much every toy car Angel owned. It would be torn apart and he would be unable to put the pieces back together, ditching the broken toy in the end.

"Actually, I think we should let Angel assemble it." He suggested, to which her eyes went wide.

"You don’t mean that, do you?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"I know it sounds insanely difficult, but what if it was constructed to be solved by the IQ of a child between five and seven? Maybe we are overthinking things that a child would approach literally."

She didn’t know if he was serious or joking but she would give anything to ditch the toy that was making her head hurt.

"When is Chloe’s birthday?" She asked, remembering he had learned to bake cupcakes because her birthday was drawing close.

"On Friday."

"What a coincidence? She and Angel share a birthday?"

He pulled her over to kiss her, preferring to do so to talking about Chloe. "Yeah. But unlike Angel, she despises her birthday. If you want to give her a present, you can do so but don’t tell her it’s for her birthday."

There was always a painful story behind anyone who hated their birthday and she didn’t want to pry. If Chloe hated her birthday so much, she would not ask about it. It was Chloe’s secret to tell.

In the silence that followed, he took her hand and placed it on his crotch, letting her feel his hardness.

She batted her eyelids, giving him a puzzled look, to which he chuckled.

"You cannot blame me when you’re so beautiful." He slid his hand behind her neck and pulled her over to him, kissing her lips gently.

"We need to get back to Imperium." She reminded him, but she didn’t heed to her words either. Imperium could wait. Everything else could wait. She stretched out on the floor, pulling her down with him. He rested against his elbow as he kissed her neck, stroking her soft skin. She shuddered against the coldness of the floor on her back but his touch set her skin on fire, taking her breath away.

She grabbed his hand and guided it down her parted legs, where she could never possibly get enough of his touch. He flicked her core through her clothes but the sensation was enough to send shivers through her body. She wanted him—all of him—and their clothes were in the way. She pushed off the floor briefly and couldn’t get them fast enough. His clothes were off by the time she was done and when he came back to her, she couldn’t help running her palms down his torso.

She wanted to tell him what she wanted but didn’t have to. Their bodies were in sync, moving in their own rhythm. They reached the peak of their ecstasy at the same time and while they didn’t say it, they had to admit they had never felt closer before.

For a while when it was over, they cuddled on the floor with his arms wrapped around her and her taking in his scent.

"Do we have to go back?" She wanted to complain about getting back to their usual daily schedule.

"We do. On the bright side, we get to spend time with our son!" He let go of her and got off the floor, finding their clothes as he spoke. He pulled her up to help her get dressed but she groaned in complaint.

"You owe me a pair of panties." She showed him the lacy panties that had not been able to escape the fate of their impatience.

He cleared his throat, taking them from her. "About that. You are no longer allowed to wear lace panties."

"You have a say about what I wear now?" She was amused, but she was not complaining. Perhaps it was time to switch to the magnetic panties she had seen online in passing. He would no longer have a hard time taking them off.

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The week felt excruciatingly slow as Angel’s birthday drew closer. Avery couldn’t wait to shower him with gifts. She counted the hours instead of the days and when it was finally Thursday evening, she was over the moon.

"Make sure the cake is of the exact shade of blue I sent. My son is picky with his colors." She instructed the baker for his cake even though they were probably doing the final touch up. "Also, make sure there are exactly five race cars on the track and the one labelled ’Angel’ is coursing through the finish line."

"Miss Vaillant, we made sure we met all your requirements. The two-tier cake is an uphill racing track and the last two cars are on the bottom tier, the fifth one carrying a small Happy Birthday sign similar to the words on the finish line. This is what you requested, right?" The baker confirmed.

She was relieved to hear them describe the finished cake the exact way she had asked for. "Yes. Thank you. Sorry, I’ve been bugging too much."

"We all want our loved ones’ days to be perfect, which is why we will ensure your son’s cake is exactly what you asked for."

She thanked them and hung up. They probably thought of her as a paranoid mother but they would never understand. Angel had never had a real birthday party before. For the last four years, it would only be him and her and a cake of his choice. It was the first time he had asked for a relatively big party and wanted to invite his friends from school.

The following morning, she made his lunch into a new bento box she had bought earlier and kissed his cheek as she gave it to him. "Happy birthday, baby."

He hugged his lunch with a smile that could melt her heart and kissed her. Damon was picking him up to drop him off to school so she gave him the invitations she had made the night before. "Give these to your friends. Did you remind them to ask their parents for permission to come?"

When he nodded, she hugged him again. "Remember to pick their parents’ contact details from them, okay?" She knew nothing about having parties with many children in attendance. Most of the parents would drop their children off to her house after school but she still had to make sure she had their contact details as a precaution.

Damon’s car arrived soon after and he kissed her before he crouched to Angel’s level to hug him. "Happy birthday, son. Are you excited for the party?"

He nodded jovially, so Damon took his hand. "Then let’s get you to school so you tell your friends all about it."

She smiled when he helped her get him away so she would make the arrangements for a surprise party. Everything was ready and decoration was easy. The swings and slides were set up in the backyard and the largest guest room in the house cleaned and decorated for a sleepover. The kids wouldn’t have much time to play in the evening so she planned for them to play the following day, which most of the parents agreed to.

"I feel nervous." She said although she was on her own, but she was soon to discover that it was nothing compared to what she would feel when showing Angel his present. She had helped him take the afternoon off school—all they did in the afternoons was play the whole time anyway—and brought him home.

She led him to the garage. His eyes widened in excitement at the sight of the large box. "For me?" he asked for confirmation. She nodded and held her breath. Would he like it? That aside, would she be able to assemble it?

He opened the box clumsily with his small hands and when he saw the pieces that were meant to be his car, he jumped in excitement. In the next moment, he sat down in all seriousness and grabbed the manual, getting to work. Damon and the manufacturer were right. He was bound to enjoy fixing it. When she tried to help, she still couldn’t make head or tail of it and he ended up kicking her out so he would do it on his own.

He didn’t seem to have a hard time and she couldn’t help recording him with a smile on her face. He frowned at her, as though wondering what was up with her but seriously proceeded with his business anyway. When he was finally done, he punched the air in excitement and opened the door.

"Am I supposed to control it?" She wondered aloud and remembered there was no remote control. His friends had already arrived and it was too late to call the store, so she decided to stick close in case he needed him. However, he didn’t. Amid the excited cheers of his friends and the adults present, he made his grand arrival to the backyard, driving what was bound to be his favorite toy car for years.