{Melistair}
Javir's house looked exactly the same as when they'd left, which somehow made everything feel even more surreal. Like they were walking backward in time, retreating to safety while his eldest daughter stayed behind to fight their battles.
[... At least this time we're not running from a fire,] he thought, watching Margaret try to keep Hazel from sprinting off somewhere.
The door opened before they could knock, and there was Javir, radiant as always. The smile that graced her face as she saw them reached those emerald eyes and she swept them all into a hug that smelled like old books.
"Sorry to intrude again. For what it's worth, I did suggest to Melisa that maybe it's time for us to buy a house of our own, but she thought that would just-" Margaret started, but Javir cut her off with a kiss on her lips that made Melistair's cock twitch despite everything else going on. It kind of caught him off-guard.
[... Goodness gracious.]
