Now my life is sweet like cinnamon, like a fucking dream I'm living in.

Now my life is sweet like cinnamon, like a fucking dream I'm living in. by pinklipstiiick featuring v neck shirts

(flashback)

I walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch beside Corey, Chloe looking half awake as she so stubbornly watched the movie. “Hey baby," He leaned over and pressed a kiss against my lips, lingering against them for a second longer as I sighed slightly. Even after two kids, the spark between us hadn't so much as flickered. My husband was like walking sex, the sexiest man I had ever seen and even the slightest touch had me worked up.

“Mom can I have a snack?” Ben asked, taking a break from separating his legos by color. Only seven years old and he was already as anal as me about organizing. Chloe? Not so much.

“Me too!” Chloe said, always wanting to do whatever Ben wanted. I wondered how long that would last, Ben always hoped for tomorrow since he hated his baby sister copying his every move.

I ignored them as if they hadn’t spoken and kept watching the tv, waiting for them to ask me again but in the proper way.

“Dad?” Ben asked, a frustrated look on his tiny face.

Cor shrugged, “Ask you mother.”

“I did already!”

“En francais?” I asked, looking back at him.

Ben sighed, “J’ai faim!!!”

Chloe nodded, “Oui!!!”

“Dites la phrase entire Benjamin," I said sweetly. We spoke French and English in the house but it was only recently that we started having the kids speak French to me and English to Cor. It was working pretty well; both had almost perfect accents in both. They were lucky considering that even to this day, after years in Paris, their father still sounded like a tourist. I loved it though, it was adorable and so Corey.

Ben groaned which was silly since he was excellent at both. He was a smart boy and I couldn't be any more proud. “Je peux avoir chose à manger?” He asked me, standing up and walking over to where we were sitting.

I leaned in and kissed his forehead, beaming at my oldest baby. How fast he was growing up and how big he was getting? It made me want to hold him and keep him tiny for forever. “Tres bien. Oui,” I nodded and Chloe looked up at Cor.

“J’ai faim!!!” She pouted, wriggled off of her fathers lap. “Moi aussi mommy!!!” She called out, padding after Ben and I as we made our way to the kitchen.

I reached down for my little princess, picking her up and reveling in the huge smile on her face. "Quelle est ma princesse faim pour?" I asked and kissed her forehead, her pout only growing.

"Quoi?"

"She wants to know what you're hungry for," Ben sighed and shook his head.

I laughed, the two of them the perfect mix of me and Corey. Chloe had her bright blue eyes and long blonde hair, taking after me while Ben had hazel eyes like his father and his unruly hair as well. He was going to be handsome and our daughter would be a stunner. "Good job Benji," I shot him a smile which he returned back with a wide one of his own. To say that I worshiped my kids? It would be an understatement. I never pictured myself as a mother, but now I couldn't imagine my life without my babies.

"Mommy! You spoke en English!!" Chloe said wide eyed, killing me a little everytime she mixed the two languages. She got that from her dad.

"I did," I set her on the counter and walked over to the fridge, finding a whole lot of nothing. Model, mommy, I had many accomplishments in my life but cook wasn't one of them.

"I like that," Chloe giggled. "I want chicky nugs!"

"You always want nuggets," Ben groaned, the joke was on them since I called every meat chicky nugs only so Chloe would eat it. She was picky, hated everything unless it came in a McDonald's happy mean.

Corey wrapped his arms around my waist after I checked the freezer for dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets to please both of our kids. Ben might have been nuggeted out, but if it looked like a dinosaur? He'd be happy. "Make some for me too," Corey said with his body pressed against mine. I swear, he made me want to take him into our room and make more babies.

"What do you say?" I tilted my head towards him and grinned.He leaned his head into the crook of my neck and placed soft kisses against my silky skin, driving me crazy with those kisses. “S’il vous plait mon amour," He whispered, making me shiver against him.

“Mmmm," I turned in his arms and pressed a kiss against his lips, leaning my body into his softly.

“Yuck.”

He pulled back and watched as Ben made a face at us and Chloe pushed her lips into a kissy face. “Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss," She said in a sing song voice as she danced in a tiny circle.

“You kiss mommy why can’t I?” He asked our son, smirking at him.

He shook his tiny head, “That’s different. I don’t kiss girls like that.”

Chloe stopped spinning, “Cami wants to kiss you she told me.”

Her tiny voice made Cor chuckle as Ben widened his eyes, “She didn’t say that.”

I set the food in the oven, grinning as our kids bantered back and forth. “She did too she said she’s going to kiss you and marry you and live pappily ever after like Cinderella,” Chloe continued her tormenting.

“Happily Chloe, pappily isn’t a word,” Ben corrected her making Chloe pout at him.

“Daddy is pappily not a word?”

“Cami said she wanted to marry me?” Ben asked, looking terrified at the very thought. It made me wonder how long women would scare him, I hoped for a long time.

“No princess Cinderella lived happily ever after. It means her and her prince were happy forever!”

Chloe brightened up as Corey picked up her tiny body, “I look like Cinderella do I get a prince?”

He kissed her nose, “Someday.”

I leaned my back into the counter, smiling at my family. Ben was still stuck in his "girls are gross" phase... but Chloe? She was only five and already a hopeless romantic. She wanted her happily ever after while I wanted to lock her up in a tower like Rapunzel. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if Corey did just that.

"I don't want to be a prince," Ben stated with his arms crossed over his chest. "I don't even like Cinderella."

"Because Cami is like Belle instead," Chloe pointed out and covered her mouth with her hand, giggling so hard her little body was vibrating in Corey's strong arms.

Ben threw his arms up in frustration, "I don't like girls!"

"You liked when Cami kissed you!!! Your cheeks were pink and that means you liked it!!"

My eyes widened as I looked at my son, "You kissed Cami?"

"Chloe held me down and she kissed me!" He said and sighed.

"Chloe," Corey looked at her as her cheeks turned pink, her face hidden against his chest. "Did you do that?"

"Plus she made Cami do it! She dared her," Ben kept telling on his sister, the two of them throwing each other under the bus constantly. "I heard her," He added so matter of factly, glaring at Chloe as she stuck her tongue out at him.

"So how was your first kiss?" Cor grinned at him, Ben groaning loud in frustration.

“It wasn’t my first kiss,” He grumped while his dad raised an eyebrow at him.

“You seem bummed out buddy but I think you should be more concerned that your little sister is stronger than you.”

Ben’s jaw dropped open as Chloe burst into a fit of giggles and Ava I just glared at him. “Cor,” I warned, shaking my head though I was struggling not to laugh.

“I let her!!!” Ben said after his initial shock of Cor's accusation wore off.

He smirked, “Oh? Then you must have wanted to kiss Cami.”

Ben’s face turned an adorable shade of red as I tried not to laugh. My kids were perfect, the most adorable babies alive. “He did,” Chloe whispered in Corey's ear but loud enough for all of us to hear. She’d just learned all about secrets and how you were supposed to whisper them, however she still wasn’t all that great at not telling them to everyone so we just whispered silly things for now.

He nodded at her while I shook my head, feeling bad for little Benji who was getting picked on. “Snack time!” I called out, squirting some ketchup on each plate before splitting up the nuggets.

“YAY!” Chloe grinned and Cor set her down in the chair next to Ben and they traded his long necked dinosaurs for her t-rex. Ben made one of them growl at the other before biting it’s head off and Chloe was dipping hers softly and taking tiny nibbles like the little princess she was.

I looked at Corey who's entire face was lit up, pride showing. “You’re beaming," I said, sliding into the seat next to him.

“We did good," He replied, sharing a plate of nuggets with me as he pressed a soft kiss against my lips.

“We did," I agreed, nodding as I watched them play together. I was half tempted to tell them to stop playing with their food, but when they got along? They could get away with anything.

“I'm thinking we should take a bath after they go to bed," He said seriously but soft enough so they wouldn’t hear.

I smirked, “Oh?”

He nodded slowly, “I'm thinking about those jets in the tub…”

I bit my lip, my husband the sexiest thing ever. I knew exactly where his mind was, how he liked placing me directly in front of the jets and watching me come apart before taking me. Dear god, I wanted that so bad. “Do you want more babies Cor?”

He laughed, “I'm not sure you can beat what we’ve got, but I'm up for practicing….”


(present)

I finished reading through the contract for the umpteenth time, moving my eyes along the side to where there were sticky notes attached to Ben's folder. Chloe's was beside him, but with all the articles that had been clipped out of tabloids recently, I didn't dare open it in front of Cor.

"Checking up on our kids again?" He asked and my eyes flicked up to the doorway where he stood with his arms crossed over his hard chest. Last month he turned 55, in his mid fifties already and still flawless. I was lucky. Somewhere in my life I went from being a complete mess, obsessing over the wrong boy and getting my priorities out of order, to falling hard for my best friend and one true love.

"I feel like they tell me nothing anymore," I frowned, fingering the note that stated Ben was currently dating one of the up and coming models. Celeste. Wasn't she 15?! She looked it to say the least. "Do you know anything about this girl Ben's seeing?"

He let out a laughed and walked over to my desk, closing Ben's folder and setting Chloe's on top. I half expected him to open it up and go through it with me... but I knew better than that. I read through each one monthly, my way of spying on my kids I guess. I wasn't a bad mother, at least I prayed that I wasn't. But I look back on how I was at their age, the relationship I had with my own mom, and it scares me. I only wanted what was best for my kids. "If you're curious about Ben's new girlfriend? We'll invite them over for dinner," Corey said, always the voice of reason. I'd be so lost without him. "But these post it notes? What are you going to learn about our kids that you don't already?"

"Well for starters? That our son is dating yet another model."

"He takes after his dad," Cor joked while I cracked a smile.

"God I hope not," I grinned and leaned back in my chair, keeping my eyes on my husband. When he was Ben's age? He didn't believe in relationships... He claimed to have loved me for years, but had a new girl in his bed nearly every night. How I wrangled him down? It still stumped me. “Ben’s young. He has plenty of time to meet someone," He reasoned, watching me raise my eyebrow at him since he already knew my opinion on the matter. “Or maybe he’ll be just like his dad and have met her a long time ago," He added. “It’ll just take time for him to realize it.”

“Yeah and by that time Cami will find someone else," I said honestly, still not sure how she hadn't already. Camille was smart, gorgeous even. I'd offered her a contract with the agency time after time, never understanding why she chose to be behind the scenes with her stunning face and fit body. She finally agreed to be the face for Lipstick Queen, it was a start.

“Well then that’s his problem isn’t it?” Corey smirked, pulling me closer to him.

I sighed, “And Chloe…”

He swallowed thickly, thinking about our baby who had somehow gone from the little girl who wanted to be a princess for every Halloween and dress up party she went to, to the girl who’d rather dance on the bar tops. I understood the need for attention, hell, I loved attention... but never in the way our daughter went about getting it. “It’s just a phase.”

“I swear I used to think she’d be the one married with kids by now. Such a romantic at heart.”

He smiled sweetly and pushed back my hair, “There aren’t many guys out there that are good enough for her. Must be tough.”

I wrapped my arms around him, “Well all men can’t be like you baby.” I teased, nuzzling my head against his neck as I inhaled his cologne, feeling his arms wrap around my waist.

“Unfortunate but true.”

I looked up at him, keeping my chin on his chest, “You know that agent I hired a year ago…..Tristian Williams?” I

He nodded, “The one that hangs out with Ben?”

I nodded, pushing aside another rumor I'd heard. I had nothing against gay couples, but I knew well enough that my son wasn't gay. “Right. You know Chloe told me that he threatened to fire her if she didn’t get her act together?”

He widened his eyes, knowing that it took serious balls to stand up to the bosses daughter and even if Chloe wasn’t our daughter? It would take balls to stand up to her anyways. “Good for him," He smirked, laughing while he imagined it. The hardass side to my daughter? I was proud to say that she got that from me. Knowing she could hold her own in a conversation, it made me worry a little less.

"I think Chloe has a crush on him," I added with a smirk.

Cor groaned, "Why can't our kids just stay abstinent? Wait until marriage?"

I pursed my lips together, "If that were the case, we wouldn't have our handsome little grandson..."

His face softened up and I kissed his soft lips, hiding my head back against the nook of his neck. You'd think that settling down and starting a family, my life would be easier now... work aside, now I had my kids to worry about. Chloe appearing on cover after cover, drunken escapades while on the arm of every bad boy in Paris. Ben's personal life was much more private and I was beyond thankful for that. He was a young father and the way he put his son first before even his own life, I was proud of him. "I love that kid," He said with a chuckle. "Reminds me of Ben at that age." And Gabe... Only five years old and already so good looking.

"Do you ever regret not having more babies?" I asked and pulled my head back, finding my husbands eyes. I used to joke that I wanted a house full... a whole litter of kids... but life happened.

"No," He shook his head, a grin playing on his lips. "It's not too late to start trying for another."

I laughed, so hard my entire body was vibrating, "We're too old for that... you're just trying to get laid."

He pouted, sliding his hands up my thighs, "Do I have to try?"

I shook my head slowly, pulling him closer to me, "No... never."

"When's the last time we fooled around in your office?"

 I bit down on my lip, scanning my eyes down his body. Still perfect. "Remind me," I said quietly, smirking slowly.