“I’m just so happy to finally have my boy home,” she replied as she let me go and stood back. She wiped under her eyes but smiled brightly, easing my discomfort at seeing my mom in tears.
“Tucker! Tucker! Tuuucker!” My youngest sister, Hope, came racing down the hallway as fast as her seven-year-old legs would carry her. I squatted down and held open my arms with a giant smile on my face. She barreled into me, and I held her close as I shot to my feet and spun around.
“Hey, sunshine!” She squealed with joy, and the sound reminded me how much I’d missed my family for the past eight years. Hope had been a late surprise for my parents, fifteen years younger than my brother, Jackson. She’d been born shortly after I’d moved to England to head up a new European division in my dad’s tech company. I’d been home on and off over the years but only for short visits. I couldn’t stay long, or I would have given in to my desire to see Eva. And I knew that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to leave again.
Now, my dad was ready to retire and was handing the company over to me completely, so I was finally back in New York to stay. And, this time, I wasn’t going to keep my distance. I was going after the one I wanted, and I was going to make her mine.
I set my sister on her feet and kissed her forehead before straightening back up. She took my hand, and my dad threw an arm around my shoulders, both of them guiding me into the living room. I dropped down onto one of the couches in the large room, and Hope curled up into my side. My little sister was adorable, and she reminded me of my goals. I wanted a family, and I was determined to start working on that right away.
“Are you sure you won’t stay with us for a little while?” my mom asked as my dad pulled her down onto his lap.
“He’s a grown man, Penelope,” my dad said softly before brushing his lips over her temple. “He needs his own space.” She pouted, and I almost caved. Only the reminder of my evening plans had me sticking to my guns.
“The work on my apartment was finished last week, and I’m anxious to get settled in my new home.” I’d bought a three-level penthouse flat just off 5th Avenue on the Upper East Side near The Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was older and didn’t have a great layout, so I’d had it gutted and completely renovated, specifically adding more bedrooms for a large family, and an art studio on the top floor. While drawing up the plans, I hacked Pinterest to see Eva’s private boards in order to make sure she would be happy with all my choices. I was more than ready to settle down. I was anxious to get my woman home and get to work on breeding her.
My mom sighed but nodded with a smile. “I understand. I won’t guilt you into staying here. But I expect to see a lot of you, young man.”
I laughed. “I promise.”
We talked for a while, catching up on my siblings and the kids of my parents’ friends who I’d grown up with. Eventually, my mom dragged Hope out of the room to get her ready for bed.
When I was alone with my dad, I decided to seek his advice on my situation. I knew a little about his and my mom’s story. I was biologically my dad’s nephew. When my parents had been killed, he’d taken me in and adopted me. Being a new dad, he’d felt out of his depth and had hired the girl next door to help him take care of his infant son. They’d fallen in love and married shortly after they met. My mom was over twenty years younger than my dad, but they were hopelessly in love, and it seemed as though their feelings had only grown over the years. I’d always known I wanted what they had, and I’d known who I wanted it with since I was twenty-one. But I hadn’t fully accepted it until a few years after that. Then I’d spent the rest of my time away watching and preparing.
My dad was aware of what was going on because I’d eventually confided in him when I got tired of dealing with my obsession on my own. It wasn’t like I could talk to Trevor about it. Facing Justice and Trevor were among the things that had driven me to seek my dad’s advice. He’d shocked the hell out of me when he told me that I should go after what I wanted, no matter what, and that he would support me, even if it meant causing a rift between him and Justice. Dad had made a suggestion on the timing for that conversation, and I’d taken his advice. A couple of months before I was set to move back to New York, I’d flown home for one night, just to have a conversation with Justice and Trevor, in person, because I felt like I owed them that much.
Unlike my dad and Justice; his brother, Thatcher; and their mutual friend, Jamison, who’d all married and knocked up their wives before they were nineteen, I’d decided to wait until Eva was a little older. I’d definitely inherited the gene that made my woman my obsession, though. Only being a continent away had kept me from going after her before either of us were ready. Eva would never be happy living away from her family, and I’d needed those years in England to prepare for taking over for my dad. It had also given me the time I needed to make sure everything was ready and in place when I went for Eva.
And it had given Eva time to go to school and get her dream job. Happily for me, it was a job she could continue during pregnancies and while raising our children. I’d also been pleased to see how many Pinterest boards she had that were centered around babies. It was clear she wanted a family too, so I didn’t feel the slightest need to wait before I slid my fat cock into her unprotected womb and left my baby in there. And my sources had informed me that she didn’t appear to be on any kind of birth control, so I was going to live in her pussy until my seed had taken root.
Which was why I’d scheduled a vacation before officially taking the reins from my dad. I’d also contacted Eva’s boss and explained that I was her fiancé and requested leave for her so that I could surprise her with an elopement. Turned out, her boss was a romantic and couldn’t agree fast enough. Things had fallen smoothly into place, and it was finally time to take action.
“I’m ready to go get her,” I told my dad quietly.
He nodded and relaxed back into his chair, placing one ankle on the opposite knee. “I figured as much. You talked to her dad and brother?”
“Yes. I’m not sure either of them will be very happy with me for a while, but they gave me their blessing. Though I think Trevor will likely get over it faster than Justice.”
My dad regarded me with a knowing gaze. “Trust me, when you have a daughter, you’ll understand.” Then he studied me for a moment before asking, “How much did you tell them?”
“Only that I want to marry Eva.”
“Nothing about how you plan to convince her?”
I shrugged. “Nope.” I didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought about my methods because my focus was on taking and keeping Eva. And I would do whatever was necessary for that to happen. “I did make it clear that you know how I feel about her but didn’t let on that you know about everything I’ve planned. So if they come to you after they find out, it’s up to you whether to tell them.”
“Tell who, what?” I almost jumped at the unexpected sound of my mom’s voice. Her question had me freezing like a deer in headlights.
Okay, so I cared about one other person’s opinion...which was why I’d kept my mom in the dark concerning Eva. I would tell her after I’d gotten my ring on my girl’s finger. Hopefully, my mom wouldn’t ever have to know what I did to get it there.