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Dieter's POV

I was slightly worried that our meeting again would be awkward. But it was the opposite. The ever-flowing conversations that we had on Facetime were still present in person. Truly I don't know why I was so nervous.

Perhaps it was also the fact Crispin made the first move of physicality and pulled me into a hug. A hug that ignited a fire in the deepest depths of my gut. A hug that surrounded me with his citrus scent.

A hug that made me want to throw him into the car and do unspeakable things to him. But I kept my resolve. That was until I was in the car and I was able to look him over fully. He was dressed to impress as always, but I knew was was underneath that white button-up. And I wanted nothing more than to run my hands over his chest.

I wanted to do a lot more things too but I knew that would have to wait. Seeing as Carter was staying with us for the first night while I was here. But the next day...once he was out of earshot...

"Deder! Look at my room!" Carter pulled me through the hallway of the two-story house and into his room.

It was decorated like I had imagined. Blue bed frame with red bedding and cars blankest all over. There were toys scattered neatly against the walls, and Spiderman themes lamps. He stood watching me, waiting for me to say something.

"I love it," I told him and his face lit up with a smile. He grabbed my hand again and pulled me out towards the only other room available.

"This is daddy's room." He pushed open the door and Crispin was already in there, unpacking my suitcase.

I told him he didn't need it and that I could leave my clothes in it but he insisted. I think it's his way of making me feel a part of the house. That his house is my house. It warmed my heart.

I looked over the room and it looked just as I imagined, but better because it smelled just like him. The bedding was olive green, with accents of cream scattered. There was a dresser, and a TV and I could see a door that led to a bathroom and closet.

The house was quaint, but it was cozy. I knew Crispin was scared of what I would think of it but truly he had nothing to worry about it. Wherever he lived I would have loved it.

"I sleep in Daddy's bed all the time," Carter said as he struggled to get on it. I assisted and watched as he crawled across and laid on it like it was his. "Where will you sleep, Deder?"

Such an innocent question. But there was so much behind it, and he had no idea. I could feel Crispin's eyes staring into my back waiting for my answer.

"I will also be sleeping in Daddy's bed," I smirked as the words came out of my mouth. I took a peak at Crispin but his eyes were down, but that wasn't hiding the fact his cheeks were bright red.

"Sleepover!" Carter yelled as he started jumping up and down.

"Carter, no jumping. You know better." Crispin spoke as he finished unpacking my things.

"I want to jump!" Carter replied.

"Stop it. Please."

"No! I want to jump!"

"Carter! I said, stop. Now." Crispin's voice boomed, it leaked authority. So much so that I had to resist the urge to bare my neck in submission. Something that had never happened before. Carter stopped immediately and he looked at his father. It all happened in slow motion. The way his face scrunched up, and his eyes began to water and a loud wail came from his lips.

"You're being mean!" Carter screamed at Crispin, still standing on the bed unmoving.

"You need to listen the first time." Crispin sighed and walked forward. I felt awkward standing there, I didn't know what the proper thing to do was.

"No! I want to jump!" I didn't know Carter could get that loud, to the point my ears were hurting from how loud and high-pitched. Crispin took a step forward to try and grab him but Carter walked backwards on the bed.

"Tatty said to leave us alone!"

Tatty? Who the fuck is Tatty?

"Carter--"

"No! Tatty said Go away! You're being mean!" Crispin slightly flinched at the words and I could see that he was hurting.

"Carter, why don't we go downstairs and watch Cars 2? I haven't seen it yet." I spoke and took a step forward with my arms out. Carter turned to me and he nodded slowly before jumping into my arms and burying his head into my neck.

Crispin let out a deep sigh of relief and mouthed thank you to me as I walked out of the room.

"Carter."

"Mmmhmm?" I barely heard his response, moreso felt it against my neck.

"What's wrong?"

"Daddy yelled at me." He sniffled.

"Yeah, I know. But that's why it's important to listen when he says no." I sat us down on the couch and he finally sat up to look at me. He nodded and rubbed his face, wiping the remainder of his tears.

"Okay, Deder."

"Good, now, who is Tatty?" I asked him and a smile covered his face at the mention of it.

"Oh! Daddy said that it's my wolf! But his name is Teodoor, but I call him Tatty."

His wolf? The last time I checked Carter was four years old. Wolves don't present themselves this early to their humans. Especially not when they are still developing themselves.

"Your wolf?"

"Yeah, Tatty is funny! He says hi!" I squinted my eyes at him slightly. Theodore must have been a while for a long time for Carter to be so used to him, and have such easy conversations with him. I'd have to talk with Crispin about that tonight.

"Tell Tatty I said hi too."

I leaned over, grabbed the remote, and scrolled until I found Cars 2 and quickly turned it on. Carter stayed planted firmly on my lap and soon Crispin joined us on the couch. I noticed his change of clothing. Black sweats. And his hair was loose and wild. I loved him like this. He sat right beside me, but it wasn't close enough.

He must have read my mind because seconds later he was flush against my side. He leaned his head onto my shoulder and threw a blanket to cover all of us. He threaded his fingers into mine and I accepted them eagerly.

I knew we had to get up soon, seeing as we still had yet to eat dinner. But I was content where I was at for the time being. I was more than content. I was satisfied.

*****

"This is my favwite food ever!" Carter said as Crispin sat down a bowl of mac n cheese in front of mine. We didn't move from the couch until the movie was over. But I wasn't complaining. Though, having Crispin so close to me, his scent invading me and his rough hands in mind did not help the tension that had made an entrance earlier in the evening.

Crispin handed me a bowl and I took a bite, and it was still just as good as I remembered it.

"This is so good." I groaned out as I began to pig out. Crispin just chuckled and started to eat his.

"You like it Deder?" Carter asked as he watched me.

"I love it, kiddo." I loved how Carter constantly asked if I liked something. Like he wanted me to feel just as comfortable here as he did.

"Good! Daddy said my mommy used to make it."

I looked over to Crispin but he looked unbothered. I didn't want to cross a line and talk about something I wasn't sure if I could speak on or not.

"Your mommy is a great cook."

"Thanks, Deder. But daddy says she's gone away." I couldn't help but catch how Carter's face fell softly at the talk of his mom. He was still young and I am sure he had many questions and didn't understand it yet.

"Do you know Rewa?" Carter asked changing the subject. I could almost laugh at how unbothered children are.

"I do."

"Rewa is over all the time! Rewa and Daddy love each other!" Crispin stilled at his words and I held back my laugh.

It wasn't like this was new information to me. Crispin has told me time and time again that Rena has come over. I knew there was nothing between them, and I also knew Crispin had very few people he could count on. I would never expect him to completely cut off Rena from his life.

"Yes, they are friends," I responded which eased some of Crispin's tension.

"Are you and Daddy friends?" A smirk played on my face at the question.

"Kind of."

"Are you going to be over all the time like Rewa?" I can't believe I am getting interrogated by a four-year-old right now.

"I plan on it. I plan on being around for a very long time." I couldn't help as I looked over and saw Crispin with a faint smile on his face. He kept his eyes focused on his bowl, but his cheeks were warm from blushing.

"YAY! Deder is staying!"

You have no idea kid.

"Daddy, I'm all done," Carter said as he yawned and stretched. It was now 9:30 and I know for a fact it was past his bedtime.

"Alright kiddo, say goodnight to Deder." Carter jumped from his chair and came to my side. I picked him up and pulled him into a hug.

"Night, kid."

"Night night Deder."

He hopped down from my lap and walked over to Crispin. He picked Carter up with ease and turned to leave the kitchen.

"I'll be right back." He muttered before he was gone.

I pulled my phone out to see I had a few missed messages from Danielle and Koa. Danielle mainly asked if we had mated yet. And Koa wants me to send him a picture of him. What a creep. I texted him back saying he should be focused on his very pregnant mate. And he just sent a rolling eye emoji.

While Crispin was putting him to bed, I decided to clean up. But also it helped keep my mind busy. However, that barely helped. I knew I would be sleeping in the bed with Crispin, and his bed was just king-sized so it would fit both of us, but just barely. So I knew we would be touching.

But this tension between us is so palpable. It was choking me. The need to touch him and have him touch me was swallowing me whole and I wanted nothing more than to make that happen. But we can't tonight. And I would hate to have our...noises wake him up. I don't want to traumatize him like that.

By the time I had fully cleaned the kitchen and dining room, Crispin was walking back down. He had his hood covering his head, and his sweats hanging low on his hips. Fuck, he looked so good.

While I was washing the last dish, he came behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and rested his head on my back. I don't think I'll ever get used to this.

"Can I tell you something?" His melodic voice coated my ears causing Carlisle to purr.

"You know you can."

"I kind of wish I had Carter stay with Rena the whole week." A soft smile appeared on my lips as I dried the last bowl. I dried my hands as well and turned around to face him. His arms were still wrapped tightly around me.

He looked up at me with his bright green eyes that melted my insides. The warmth of the sparks between us was overwhelming but calming at the same time.

"Why do you say that?" I asked as I moved my arms to wrap around him. His cheeks flared red for a moment and I couldn't help but smirk at him.

"You know why."

"No, I don't actually. That's why I asked."

My favorite thing about Crispin was how he was always so sure of himself in almost every aspect. But when it came to us flirting he seemed to become a ball of bashfulness. Which makes it hard to believe that in our time over the phone where we are enjoying ourselves...he is the one telling me what to do.

Though I wonder if he enjoys that...being in charge. I also wonder if that would be something he would be interested in when it comes to sex. I know as the bigger man it is assumed I would take such a role, and I have many times but it wasn't my preference. Not saying I haven't enjoyed myself, and I'm sure no matter what I do with Crispin I will enjoy myself.

Crispin and I stood staring at each other. The thick tension that had been following us all day had now surrounded us. Putting us into the little bubble where Crispin was the only thing I could see.

I moved my eyes from his to his lips. They were so full and plump and I wanted nothing more than to taste him. But the question remains if I did, would I be able to control myself? I looked up to meet his eyes again but they were focused on my lips. And all resolve that I had was thrown out the window.

I moved my hands to cup his face and I pulled him close. Close enough to where our lips were hovering over each other. I waited for a moment to give him time to pull away if he wanted but she stayed there. He sucked in a breath as he waited for me to continue. His hands gripped my waist even tighter.

It's now or never.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his and Crispin immediately returned it. His lips were just as soft as I imagined and the fullness of them made my body warm. We moved in sync, it was slow and intense. Though I didn't need it to be more than that. I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip and he opened up for me eagerly.

The moment our tongues collided I could feel my body light up. I made sure to take my time to taste and savor every part of his mouth. Fuck he tasted glorious. I moved one hand from his cheek to his neck and lightly squeezed. He let out a soft moan and even though it was quiet it was like a gong in my ears.

I pulled Crispin closer to me as I began to speed up the kiss. It was from sweet and sensual to heavy and needy. Our teeth were clashing and our saliva was coating our faces but I didn't care. He moved his hands from my hips and wrapped around my neck then slid into my hair. Tugging and pulling. My hands went to his slim waist and I held him tightly.

I could feel his excitement on my thigh. He was thick and long and it made me even more vicious in our kiss. Fuck, I can only imagine what that would feel like inside of me. Crispin let out another moan as I continued to let my hands wander and squeezed his ass. They fit perfectly in my hands.

But all good things must come to an end, especially if there is a kid upstairs.

I think that's how the saying goes. Crispin pulled away from me and he was panting, we both were. His face was bright red, and his lips were swollen. He looked so disheveled and I loved every bit of it. Seeing him so unruly set something off within me.

He pulled his hands from my hair which I am sure is a jumbled mess now. He finally opened his eyes and there was still an electricity between us that could only be put out one way and one way.

"Carter is upstairs." He whispered. I knew what he meant, he meant 'Let's stop before I end up fucking you in the kitchen and accidentally wake Carter up and he sees you bent over with my dick buried inside you.' Or maybe that was just me.

"Yeah, we should probably go to bed too." I sighed reluctantly. Crispin leaned forward and gave me a chaste kiss.

"Are you a cuddler?" He asked as he grabbed my hand and led me toward the stairs.

"Hell yeah, I am."