Leon knocks on wood, fearing that his fate will change. He ensures every single member of his family wears pink, making it clear that the family has a preference– The baby will be loved equally regardless but it’s time for a little girl to join the family. 

“Are you two ready?” Leon asks, walking over to his boys to make sure they’re ready. Nothing they can do today will ruin his moment. Today, they are his little angels whether they like it or not.

“We’re ready,” the eldest nods, and Leon ruffles their hair. For once, he believes that his boys will actually behave. Leon’s hope in the world is slowly being restored. 

His eyes then land on you, the sweetest smile coming to his face. His hand goes to your bump as he presses a kiss on your temple. He crouches down, pressing a kiss on your bump and saying, “We’re so excited to meet you, baby girl.”

“Okay, baby. Let’s go downstairs, people are going to show up soon,” you tell him, urging him to get up from the floor. Leon listens, taking James from your arms and guiding the boys downstairs.

As guests arrive, Leon keeps track of who wears pink– Nearly everyone. But there’s still an asshole or two that think they’re being hilarious while wearing a blue shirt. Even with the negativity around, Leon is not going to let anyone ruin his day. It’s his day.

Leon already has the perfect reaction for when he sees the pink confetti. He’s ready. He’s ready for when he first holds her in his arms. He has already started buying her clothes. He has the perfect nursery planned out for her. For fuck’s sake, he’s already setting up her college fund.

Leon holds James in his arms, ensuring the toddler is safe from his brothers. He’s by your side at all times, protecting you from any evil eye. Leon is not spiritual, but today he believes everything that will make sure that he’s getting his baby girl.

Leon keeps James in his arms at all times, greeting people and sharing his excitement for the fourth baby. He doesn’t boast about the fact that he’s finally getting his baby girl, but the excitement is clear. Everyone that has been around Leon for long enough knows that he’s been dying for a baby girl.

The man barely even pays attention to his boys that are probably causing a ruckus. As long as Leon is happy, he’s letting everyone do whatever they want. He even gives James a lollipop to get all loaded on sugar. 

The time comes, and the genderkeeper gets the balloons, handing them to you and Leon. Leon puts down James, letting the toddler run free until a family member catches him and keeps him in his arms to whine and cry. Still, Leon finds the toddler to be much calmer than his brothers. 

Leon has the biggest smiles on his face, getting jittery from excitement. He kisses your lips as a countdown begins for you to finally pop the balloons, and Leon nearly cheers from excitement when they get to one. You pop the balloons at the same time.

Blue confetti swarms the air, and you look at your husband with wide eyes. The wide smile that was on his face drops, but as he hears people cheering he tries to keep it up. The last thing he wants is for his fourth son to watch a video of the gender reveal and realize his daddy just wasn’t that excited for yet another son. 

Leon engulfs you in a hug, kissing you, trying to disguise the slight disappointment. Curse his seed and everyone that wears blue today. The universe hates him.

“This time you’re getting a vasectomy,” you whisper in his ear, trying to maintain a smile as everyone watches you and cheers you on. 

“Oh, trust me, my love. We don’t need a vasectomy,” Leon is holding back tears, watching in the background as his older boys hold James as if the toddler were a human sacrifice. Leon wishes he could read their mind to figure out their thinking process and their next move, but even a psychic would end up confused. “I’m cutting off my balls.”

He pulls away from the hug, and cheers loud enough for everyone to hear, “Wooo! Another boy!”

“Slow down on the drinks, I don’t want to carry you back to your place tonight,” Leon says, noting the half empty glass that rests on the table. You stand up, almost rushing to his side to give him a giant hug.

“Oh my god!” you exclaim, a smirk forming on your lips as you notice the biggest change in the man. “You bleached your hair!”

He shushes you, nearly bursting into laughter before he mutters, “Don’t point it out.”

“What did you do?” Your fingers run through his blond hair, shocked at the change. Leon has always been blond, but this color just looks absurd on him. “At least it’s not piss yellow. Are you using purple shampoo?”

“What’s that?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows at the question.

“Shampoo that’s purple,” you joke, and he scoffs at your response. You make your way back to the booth, sitting down comfortably in your seat again. Leon sits across from you before eyes scan the place, learning his surroundings. “You know, purple shampoo for fake blondes.”

“I’m not a fake blond,” he claims, fighting back a smile as the words leave his lips. You let out a low laugh at his words, and he defends himself quickly, claiming, “I’m still naturally blond! Even if this isn’t my natural color.”

You both laugh for a minute, and you can’t help but be surprised at how smooth conversation flows. Even after years of not seeing each other, things don’t begin with an awkward silence. The laughter dies down and you finally ask the question, “How have you been?”

Leon’s lips turn into a straight line, and he takes a moment to think about how to answer the question. He clears his throat and stands up. “Let me go grab a drink.”

You’re caught a bit off guard by his reaction, but ultimately you nod and watch him walk away. It’s just been a while since the last time you saw each other, he doesn’t know where to start. In his defense, you don’t know where to start either. Too much has happened. 

Leon comes back with a glass of beer, and an inquisitive look on his face. He quickly shares, “Think the bartender was checking me out.”

“The bartender is clearly into women,” you tell him, and he frowns, staring back at the woman. He then looks back at you and scoffs, shaking his head in disagreement.

“Your gaydar is way off dude,” he claims, and you try your best to not laugh at the comment.

“How much do you want to bet?” you ask, and he lets out a low laugh.

“How would we even find out?” he replies, and you shrug. Leon is reluctant but he takes out his wallet and hands you a twenty dollar bill.

“Dude, who carries cash anymore?” you ask, holding the bill up to the light to double check that it’s real. 

“Well how are you gonna check?” He ignores the dumb question, because clearly who would even trust a bank. He watches you put the bill in your bra as if you’ve already won the bet. He points at your chest and before he can open his mouth you share an important detail that would’ve completely changed the bet. 

“We worked together for a bit, she’s got a wife and everything,” you reveal, and while he wants to reach and snatch back his twenty dollars, his hands won’t let him. He clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes at your answer.

“You owe me a drink,” he says, and you shake your head.

“No, we made a bet and I won!” you exclaim, even if it’s clear that you cheated. Leon is about to argue with you, but he decides that he isn’t going to start the endless bickering just yet. 

“How do you like living here?” Leon asks before taking a big gulp of his beer. He’s visited before but he knows visiting is not the same as living. He also knows that you’ve been living here for a couple of years, so you certainly don’t hate it– But perhaps something holds you back.

“It’s nice. It’s getting expensive but I really love the area,” you share. “You know I was kind of surprised you came to visit since I never really thought this kind of place was your idea of a vacation spot. Or are you here just to visit me?”

“I’m actually moving here,” he answers, making you choke on your drink just as you take a sip. You gently hit your chest as you attempt to calm down, and you begin to feel your cheeks get hot, feeling as if everyone in the place is turning to look at you. Your mind plays as your own worst enemy since you know the place is packed and truly no one pays attention to the girl that’s choking on a drink.

“Here? As in the city?” You try to double check as you wipe away a tear that’s formed from your coughing. He nods in response, and your brows meet in the middle. “Huh? Why? Did you transfer here? Wait… How does the cop thing work?”

“I’m not a cop anymore,” he answers, piquing your interest. You raise your brows, and it’s like he reads your mind when he promptly adds, “It just wasn’t for me.”

“What do you do now?” you pry, and Leon’s gaze shifts down, staring down at his drink. 

He simply shakes his head before letting out a breathy laugh, “It’s nothing– Interesting I mean. Nothing interesting.”

“Okay…” you nod, noting that he doesn’t want to speak more about it, so you don’t push it. You look around the place, biting your tongue when you realize you spoke too soon. That awkward silence settles in and you try your best to figure out what to talk about next. 

“You have to show me around,” he says, and you hum in response.

“There’s so much to do! I’m sure you’ll love it here!” you reply. You stare at Leon in silence, seeing the slight physical changes– It’s not just his hair. Leon looks tired. He doesn’t exude the same hopeful energy. The aura that surrounds him has darkened. 

“So… Did you find a gray hair and you decided to bleach it?” you ask, and Leon puffs out a breath, trying his best not to smile.

“One day I’ll tell you,” he answers, and perhaps he was better off lying. Curiosity kills you, even if it’s for the most trivial details.

“If I get you drunk enough, will you tell?” You take out the twenty dollar bill from your bra, and show it off to him. He’s tempted to reach over and take what’s rightfully his, but before he can even act on the thought, you fold the dollar again and put it in your bra.

“I’m not telling you,” he answers, and you click your tongue.

You joke, “What’s up with you? Are you sworn to secrecy by the government or what? You’re not telling me anything!”

“This feels like an interrogation if anything. Tell me about your life, what are you doing now?” He shifts the spotlight, hoping to be the one asking the questions for a change. 

“I wish my life was as exciting as yours,” you mutter before sipping on your drink again. You’re nearing the bottom of the glass.

“Why do you say my life is exciting when I haven’t said a thing?” he questions.

“Exactly why! You refuse to tell me, so it must be something fun!” you exclaim, and he shuts his eyes, shaking his head in disappointment. Some things never truly change, but this time you’re not getting any sort of information from him. When you notice he doesn’t say anything, you give him a peek into your life, “I’m an accountant, if you find that exciting.”

“You seriously landed on that?” He tries his best not to laugh at your occupation. He knows better than anyone that you could be doing worse.

“Oh my god, don’t laugh!” You notice that hint of a smirk on his face, and he puts his hands up defensively. “I’m making money, you can’t shame me for that!” 

“Okay.” His answer is rather awkward, but you’re used to that side of Leon. You gasp, which catches Leon off guard. He furrows his brows and asks, “What?”

“You’re a–” you lower your voice, whispering, “stripper?”

“Seriously?” he laughs in disbelief, and when he sees that look of mischief in your eyes, he decides to flex his arms. “With these guns, I might as well.”

You roll your eyes, and for some reason you find your ears getting warm. You seriously didn’t like that… Did you? It’s so stupid, no way you like that. You scoff, trying to mimic him but it doesn’t turn out as well. Leon’s arms have certainly gotten bigger– You don’t remember Leon’s arms looking so big and toned.

“Look at that, you might leave me unemployed,” he jokes, and you burst out laughing. 

“Would you be a sweetheart and get me another drink?” you ask, looking at your empty glass. He looks back and forth between you and the glass before sighing and standing up.

You keep your eye on him as he gets you the drink. It doesn’t take him too long to come back to you, placing your filled glass on the table. You’re surprised when Leon decides to sit down next to you, rather than across from you.

“You know you’re gonna have to give me the twenty bucks back for–” he begins, only to be promptly cut off by you.

“Don’t even think about it,” you tell him, winking in his direction. “Not gonna happen, sweetheart.”

“Did I ever tell you I can’t wink?” he shares, and you tilt your head. You try your best to remain serious at his confession, though you do crack a smile in the process. “And now you’re laughing at my–”

“It’s just closing one eye! It’s not that hard!” you claim, and he lets out a low laugh.

“If only it were that easy,” he says, attempting to wink but closing both eyes one after the other. You cover your mouth, trying to play off your chuckle. “Don’t laugh!”

“I’m not–” you try to say but you can’t actually finish your sentence. You cover your mouth, trying to suppress the noise. Luckily, the second time around you succeed. “I’m not laughing!”

“You’re mean, you know?” he replies, though the corners of his lips turn upward. 

“What made you sit down next to me?” you ask, trying your best to maintain eye contact, but for some reason your gaze lowers. You’ve already broken the ice, you can’t be nervous… right? It’s just Leon. 

“I just want to get a good look at you, the lights aren’t really helping,” he shares, and for some reason you smile at his words. He isn’t wrong, the dim lighting doesn’t really help and strains your eyes as you look at each other. “You haven’t changed much.”

“I hope not, I’m too young for botox,” you answer, eyes sheepishly landing on his face again. “You don’t look all that different either.”

He lets out a low laugh before giving you a subtle nod. He knows you’re lying, but he won’t argue otherwise. On the off-chance you’re not, he won’t change the way you look at him. Maybe you see a part of Leon that died long ago.

“Is that a good thing?” he asks, as you begin to fix a strand of hair that covers his face. Your fingertips brush against the soft skin, nearly sending a shiver down his spine. 

“You’ve always had a cute face, Leon.” You smile at him, and a shy smile comes to his face. Before he can return the compliment, you add, “Your girlfriend is lucky.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he quickly tells you, almost as if he were nervous that you’d think otherwise. “I don’t have time for a relationship.”

“Makes sense, your job keeps you busy doesn’t it?” you ask, feeling a bit awkward when you realize what you’ve said to him. You wouldn’t want him to think that you’re coming onto him, even if you kind of are.

“Yeah,” he nods. “I don’t think relationships are my thing anyway.”

“Really? Why do you say?” You raise your brows, a bit surprised at what he says. Last time you saw Leon he was in a relationship, willing just about to do anything– By the way he speaks, you can only assume things didn’t end well. You feel like the question will sour the mood, so you quickly retract, “You’re right, relationships aren’t all that.”

“Damn, you didn’t even give me a chance to answer,” he jokes, and you roll your eyes before chuckling. “How about you? How are you relationship wise?” 

“Let’s not,” you respond, and he has the same curiosity as you, but he thinks it’s best to not overstep any boundaries. If you want to tell, you’ll do so on your own. He won’t push anything when it’s the first time you see each other in years. 

His eyes land on your drink, before he takes a playful tone, “So are you paying me back for the drink?”

“Be a gentleman and pay for once,” you say, before biting your tongue as you debate whether or not you want to say what comes to your mind. The words end up slipping your lips, “Unless you want to reach into my bra for the money.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asks, and you chew on the inside of your cheek before nodding in response. He doesn’t do what you expect, his hands laying still on his side. He won’t take the light flirting too far– It’s a good thing, truly. 

His gaze goes back and forth between your eyes and your lips, but it doesn’t look like he’s going to do anything. He stays still, not moving an inch closer to you.

“You know, I was shocked when you sent me an email– Who even uses email to communicate anymore?” you mention, trying your best not to laugh. The moment you checked your inbox you swore someone was attempting to scam you, but when you clicked on the email and there was no suspicious link, you knew it was Leon.

“Is that why? You’re shocked that I’m old-fashioned?” he asks.

“Nah, thought you forgot about me,” you confess, and he cocks his eyebrow.

“Hmm? How could I forget you?” His words make you tilt your head, surprised at how he words that. You know he doesn’t mean anything by it, but you still smirk.

“You’re talking as if I’m your one undying love,” you tease him, and he clicks his tongue.

“Maybe you are.” He plays along, and you giggle. He’s joking, you know, but your face still gets warm, and you almost become nervous. “We’ve been through a lot of shit together.”

You’d say a lot is an exaggeration, but perhaps Leon hasn’t been through that much. You certainly wouldn’t consider cheating off each other on an intro to chem exam at a community college as a lot– But you both did fail that exam so perhaps he views it differently. 

“Do you still keep in contact with–” you begin, only to be immediately interrupted by him.

“Nope, haven’t spoken to her since she ended things with me,” he answers, as if he’s read your mind. By the way he doesn’t even let you finish her name, you can only assume things didn’t end well. You really can’t say much to reassure him, considering you really liked his ex-girlfriend. Before things can become tense, he says, “She just couldn’t handle the stripping career.”

“I bet it was because you weren’t making a lot of money,” you joke, and he flexes his arm yet again.

“With these? You know I’m swimming in cash.” His free hand grabs your hand, moving it to touch his bicep. He’s more straightforward than what you remember, you’ll give him that. It was noticeable, but actually feeling how strong he feels is… An experience to say the least.

“Holy shit, dude. You’re ripped,” you tell him, hand indulging since you refuse to let go. Leon was strong but he wasn’t like this– But of course, time is going to change him, you shouldn’t be shocked. 

After a minute, you realize how creepy you’re being so you retract your hand. Though if anything it’d be on him for grabbing your hand and making you touch. 

“You were having fun,” he comments, and you roll your eyes as he points it out. “Hey, don’t stop if you don’t want to.”

“Hmm… Are you hitting on me?” you hum, and his confident expression shifts. He becomes a bit shy, and for a moment he stares at you debating if he wants to possibly escalate the situation; he can ruin the night… Or he can make it better. 

“You look really good,” he says, and you smile like an idiot.

“I know I do, took you long enough to notice,” you respond, fingers brushing his hair away as you stare into his eyes. You can’t get a good read on him, but you’re almost certain he has other plans for tonight.

“Better late than never, right?” he responds, and you give him a subtle nod. You’re moving closer to him, until you’re mere inches away from him. 

“You have something on your eye.” He pretends to take something from your eyelashes, and when you notice that he’s tempted to kiss you but doesn’t do anything, you take the opportunity to press your lips against his. You’re hit with a wave of confidence, cupping his face as your soft lips lock with his. 

“Was that too much?” you ask him as you pull away, though he looks out of the loop. Almost as if your lips have put him in a trance of sorts. His eyes focus on your lips before he leans in again, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss feels desperate, as if it’s been a while since the last time he’s been kissed.

Calloused fingers brush against your skin, before they firmly cup your face. He almost burns your skin with temptation, and you’re almost taken back by how you oddly reciprocate it. You weren’t thinking about him like this an hour ago, but now your veins flow with desire. You never really thought of Leon like this, but as his lips touch yours it’s hard to think of Leon in any other way. 

He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours while his eyes look into yours. You bite down your lip, trying to figure out what’s going on in his head. For a moment you think it’s a spur of the moment thing until your hand lands on his thigh, and you realize that Leon is a little bit worked up. Your eyes widen and for a moment you think of apologizing while quickly retracting your hand. But you don’t move your hand. 

You smirk, tilting your head, “You’re a little worked up, aren’t you?”

He exhales a dry laugh, and you notice how the tip of his ears turn red. He’s slightly embarrassed and before he can get a word out, you rub his erection. You lean into a kiss again, this time your tongue meeting his own. You’re working him up, and you know that there’s no coming back from this but you can’t stop yourself.

His hand moves down, your arm and goes to your waist. For a moment he plays with the hem of your shirt, but decides against going further– Not now. He doesn’t want to gather an audience. At least your work is a little more discreet. 

You bite down his lip, pulling away as you realize that things are escalating and you’re still in public. You look at him with lust filled eyes and ask him, “Do you want to go back to my car?”

“Mine is bigger,” he quickly says, and you nod, wiping the lipstick that you’ve smeared all over his lips. He stands up, adjusts his pants to try to dissimulate the tent in his pants before helping you out of the booth; he grabs your hand and leads you outside. 

Your brain is blank, not forming any sort of thought. You know that if you really thought this through you’d back away. You wouldn’t want to change what you already have with Leon– Which truly isn’t much at the moment but you wouldn’t want to taint those memories from your past. You’re letting your body control you, which often leads to disarray but nothing is working to stop you.

“Ladies first.” He opens the back door of his car for you, and for a moment you hesitate. You look back at the familiar face but not feeling the same aura from the person you used to know. You won’t be tainting anything because this isn’t the same person that you were friends with… That and you’re also really horny.

You get into the backseat and he quickly follows. When he shuts the door, you straddle him. You cup his face, squishing his cheeks before you lock lips with him. His hands run down your body, almost clueless as to where to go. They rest on your waist before sneakily going under your shirt. He burns you up with a single touch, and the longer his fingertips rest on your skin, the more your desire grows.

His hands move down, becoming more dangerous. They begin to caress your exposed thighs, nearly under your skirt. 

“I don’t have a–” he begins when he pulls away from your lips, but before he can finish the sentence, you cut him off.

“I’m on birth control.” It’s like you read his mind– To be fair there’s not that many sentences that can be said when you’re in the situation you’re in. He nods in response before his lips capture yours again. His hands get riskier, getting desperate with the discomfort in his pants. He needs to relieve himself soon. 

His finger locks under the waistband of your panties, dragging it along until he works up the confidence to rub your pussy over the cloth. He feels just how excited you are based on the dampness in your panties. He isn’t the only one excited, it’s just that his arousal is noticeable to everyone. 

He pushes your panties to the side, running two fingers through your folds and gathering your slick before pushing two fingers inside of you. You moan into his mouth as his thick fingers fill you up. He curves his fingers, wasting no time in finding your weak spot. You nearly unravel at his touch.

“Fuck,” you moan, pulling away from the kiss. A subtle smirk appears on his lips, watching how you react to him. 

“Hmm, you like that?” he asks as his fingers pick up speed. You nearly moan out his name, but before it rolls off your tongue, you catch yourself. It’s weird to use his name in this context. 

You’re bucking your hips, getting lost around him. He notices just how much you’re enjoying himself which is evil when he finds satisfaction in taking his fingers out. His fingers play with your clit. You bite down your puffy lip as a hand goes down to unbutton his pants.

“I need you,” you tell him, growing impatient. 

“Be a good girl, and wait,” he says as he pulls down his zipper and pulls down his pants enough for his cock to break free. Your eyes widen at the sight, a bit surprised that Leon is… Bigger than anticipated. You lick your lips before looking back at Leon.

“Spit on it,” he orders, and while you typically like to take a brattier side, tonight you don’t have an issue with following orders. You bring your lips together and spit on his cock, before he begins to tease your entrance with his cock. 

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, taking control. You slowly lower yourself on his cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he stretches you out. You begin to bounce on him, setting a steady rhythm. 

Leon whimpers, feeling how good you feel around him. His lips go to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses before sucking on your neck. You’re holding onto his broad shoulders for support as you move along his length. 

“Fuck, Leon,” you finally moan his name, sex clouding your mind as his cock fills you up. You begin to tire out with each movement, and when Leon notices that you’re getting slower, he takes over and begins to move his hips.

“You feel so good around me,” he mutters as he thrusts in and out of you. If only he had more space than the backseat, but for now this suffices. Eyes are focused on you, nearly hypnotized by the way you react to every little thing. A sheen sheet of sweat adorns your face, the hot air quickly catching up to you. 

Leon wouldn’t admit it but you have never looked this beautiful before. Your lipstick is all smudged, mascara begins to run down your cheeks, your hair is out of place and you’re sweaty. Yet Leon has never looked at you like this before. He thinks it’s a sight only worthy men come across and he’s truly honored to delight himself like this. Lust clouds his mind, affecting every way of his thinking.

He’s hypnotized by your face until his gaze falls down, and something of interest catches his eye. He gets his teeth, biting the dollar bill that’s stuffed in your bra and spitting it out to the side. It’s a good thing you don’t catch him in the act or else he’d be denied more kisses from you.

“Shit, you’re perfect,” he moans as his hand moves to play with your clit. You squeeze around him, making him nearly lose control while he’s inside of you. It’s hard for him to remain composed.

“Keep doing that,” you say, feeling yourself nearing your climax. Your nails dig into his shirt, tensing up until you ultimately make a mess all over him and his car. Gushing all over him.

“Holy shit, did you just squirt?!” His voice is a little louder than what he intends, but he looks at you with shocked eyes and with the biggest smirk. He doesn’t care one bit about the fact that you’ve made a complete mess all over his car. He’s proud if anything.

“Shut up.” You cover his mouth, slightly embarrassed about what just happened. He’s fucking you harder, filled with motivation after your climax. You’re moaning his name over and over again while his thrusts become sloppy. 

Your tongue enters his mouth, pulling him into a sloppy kiss while Leon empties himself inside of you, filling you with his cum. He gives a couple more gentle thrusts before coming to a stop, pulling out his softening cock. 

You keep kissing, and tongue pressing against his until you finally pull away. You cup his face, squishing his cheeks and asking, “This isn’t changing anything, right?”

The question is hilarious. His cum is dripping out of your pussy, lips puffy from his own. You’re a total mess because of him and yet you ask if everything will remain the same– And he has the audacity to nod along. 

He reassures you, “This doesn’t change anything. We’re still friends.”