Cohabitation With My Ex-Husband

"Why did I suddenly become stupid? Of course it has to be like that!" said Michael shaking his head at such a stupid thought.

Was there any other way he and Sarah could have kids? Shouldn't they have sex?

Well ... there are other ways, such as IVF. However, Michael prefers to do the old fashioned way. By having sex.

Michael's heart skipped a beat at the thought, and his face turned a little red as his body suddenly felt hot.

That meant he and Sarah would be getting closer.

"I really am a pervert!" said Michael, shaking his head again, trying to dispel the naughty thoughts he was having.

It's still office hours. He had to calm down. Inhale… exhale… Those naughty thoughts must go away!

"But I don't know if Sarah wants another kid or not," thought Michael, putting on a serious face again.

What if Sarah doesn't want it?

"Well… I have to try to persuade her," Michael replied to the question that suddenly crossed his mind.

Michael's index finger tapped again on his desk. His brain seemed to be trying to figure out how he should persuade Sarah, if she didn't want any more kids.

Should he beg her to give him a chance to experience what it's like to take care of a baby?

Hmm… He can do that, but if he can, he doesn't want to use it that way. It makes him look pathetic!

"Ah! That method seems to be working!" said Michael when something suddenly crossed his mind. His facial expression was cheerful. He was sure it would work!

***

As usual after school hours, Michael came to pick up his kids at school. Actually he could have sent someone to pick up the two kids, but Michael really wanted to do it himself, because he had lost so much time with the children, and he was trying to make up for that lost time. That's why he  always told James to clear his schedule at that hour.

After picking up the kids, Michael took them to Collins because he still had work to do.

Usually, the kids would be left in the hospital, but since Mr. Collins was in surgery and is recovering, the twins took refuge temporarily in their Daddy's office.

At first, they looked bored because Michael had to work and couldn't play with them, but over time the two kids understood that their Daddy had to work, and they were busy playing together.

Michael put down the report he had just finished reading, then raised his head to see what his kids were doing because suddenly they became so silent.

Raphael turned out to be writing something in his book with a serious look on his face as he occasionally fiddled with his pencil because he was confused about what to write.

Meanwhile, Gabriel was seen opening the candy, which was indeed provided on the table, and who knows how many candies he had eaten.

Michael just shook his head at his two very different kids. The eldest seemed to be doing his homework, while the youngest looked casually eating candy.

Well… if people ask him which one he looks like, Michael will answer that he looks more like his youngest son.

Michael then stood up and walked over to his kids.

"Boys. Are you guys busy? Daddy wants to talk," Michael said as he sat down on the one-seater sofa while his two kids sat on the three-seater.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" asked Raphael, turning to Michael. The pencil he was holding immediately slipped from his finger.

Gabriel turned to Michael, then swallowed his candy. "Are we in trouble, Daddy?" he asked worriedly.

Unlike their Mommy, who has wanted to talk to them several times, it seems that this is the first time their Daddy wants to talk to them, not to mention, it's still in their Daddy's office.

It made Gabriel a little nervous.

Before Michael could answer, Raphael turned to his younger brother.

"You ate that much candy?!" he asked in a rising voice. The expression on his face looked surprised to see the candy plastic on his brother's thigh. He was too busy doing his homework to pay attention to his brother.

"Hmm… I can't refuse it, Rapa! This is so delicious!" said Gabriel while pouting his lips.

"But Mommy said we shouldn't eat a lot of sweets. Look! Now Daddy will scold us because of you!" said Raphael in annoyance.

"Sorry, Rapa!" Gabriel answered while lowering his head. He really regretted it.

Michael just blinked his eyes when he saw the interaction of the kids. He was speechless for a moment.

"Ah! You're not in trouble. Daddy isn't mad about the candy Gabriel ate either," Michael said when he finally regained his senses.

"Really?" Gabriel lifted his head and looked at his Daddy.

While Raphael also looks surprised to hear that. He really thought that Michael would scold them.

Michael nodded his head.

"But… Gabriel has to listen to Mommy's words that you shouldn't eat a lot of sweets, okay?" said Michael with a smile.

Gabriel nodded his head at that, a sign that he understood.

"So what did Daddy want to talk about?" asked Raphael, looking curious. He couldn't guess what his Daddy would say.

"Hmmm..." Michael didn't answer right away. He tried to put the words together in advance.

"Raphael," Michael called with a smile. He decided to talk to the oldest first. "What kind of younger brother do you think Gabriel is?" he continued.

Raphael's face looked surprised when he heard his Daddy's question. He then turned to his brother who was currently looking at him curiously.

"Why does Daddy ask something like this?" said the little boy. His face was red with embarrassment.

If his Daddy wanted to ask about it, shouldn't he have asked when his brother wasn't listening?

"Are you embarrassed? You can say it. Maybe there's something that upsets you about Gabriel," Michael said softly.

"Hmm… I love him, but sometimes he's too childish so I have to keep an eye on him. I'm the big brother after all," Raphael said shyly.

Michael felt something touch his heart when he heard that. He did notice that Raphael looked more mature than his age, but he didn't expect it because the little boy realized that he was an older brother.

"Does being a big brother make Raphael feel tired?" Michael asked gently, stroking his son's head.

"Not really. I'm happy, but…" Raphael didn't continue.

"But what? You can tell Daddy."

Raphael bit his lower lip. The expression on his face seemed to be wondering if he could say that to his Daddy.

"But… sometimes I wish I could play freely like Riel," said Raphael quietly.

Hearing that, Michael immediately moved near his son and hugged him.

"Rapa can do that. As an older brother, Rapa has to take care of Riel, who is your younger brother, but Rapa can play freely like Riel," said Michael gently while looking at his eldest son.

Raphael looked at his Daddy's face when he heard that. His expression was as if he couldn't believe it, but seeing his Daddy's face which seemed serious, made Raphael smile again.

"Okay, Daddy," Raphael said as he hugged Michael tightly.

Michael rubbed his son's head with a smile on his face even though his heart ached slightly when he heard what his son said.

He felt grateful to have found this out earlier so he could tell his son that it was okay to be childish.

Michael's gaze then turned to Gabriel who looked like he felt guilty. He didn't expect that his brother would think that of him.

One of Michael's hands then rose and moved to call his youngest son to come closer. He then picked up the boy and placed him beside him.

"What about Gabriel? What kind of big brother do you think Raphael is?" asked Michael again who prefers to call his kids by their full names. Although sometimes he calls them by their nicknames when the kids want to be pampered.

"Hmmm… I love him too, but he's annoying sometimes and acting like he's so old. He is the older brother but Mommy said we were only two minutes apart," Gabriel said, pouting his lips.

He then told how Raphael always acted older than him.

Michael was surprised to hear the story and then chuckled. Ahh.. his kids are really adorable.

"But I am older than you. I am a big brother!" said Raphael, who didn't accept that his brother was angry at what he had to do.

"Look, Daddy! He's acting like that again!" Gabriel said, pointing at his brother.

Raphael gritted his teeth when he saw his little brother complaining to his Daddy.'

"Okay! Okay! Raphael did that because he is an older brother," Michael said, trying to intervene.

Raphael hugged Michael tightly again when he heard his Daddy was on his side. He then looked at Raphael with a triumphant smile.

Meanwhile Gabriel pouted his lips.

Michael's hand then stroked Gabriel's head when he saw his youngest child start to sulk.

"Gabriel," Michael called softly. "Do you think you can be a good big brother?"