Ethan's POV

"How do you expect to take two girls to the high school dance at the same time?"

"Because they both agreed to it."

"Young ladies are like that these days?"

"Not really. But when you're the most popular guy at school some girls just don't wanna miss out on you, so they'd rather share you than not have you at all."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm."

"Dad, I've got this. I'll just need one tiny favor from you."

"What's that son?"

"Can your driver take us in the limo? I wanna roll with style."

"Okay."

"Thanks Dad, you're the best."

"Have fun tonight and be safe. Your mother, brother and I are going out for dinner tonight. Call me on my cell if there's any emergency, and keep an eye out for Emily."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"I'm serious Evan!"

"Okay Dad. I will."

My sixteen year-old son were turning into a man and he had so much of me in him. His facial features resembled much more of me as he'd gotten older; everyone in the company said so. His attitude had some of me in it as well-- he didn't like repeating himself, he raked his fingers through his hair when frustrated, and his eyes got darker when angry.

Oh, how I wished Nana was here to see them grow up, but she passed away three years ago when the twins were thirteen. They missed her terribly because she spoiled them rotten.

Emma and I had another son together who was now nine years old. He was so tiny, innocent and handsome. He looked like Evan more and more each day with his jet black hair, naturally tanned skin and gray eyes. Two months after we'd gotten back from Hawaii she found out she was pregnant. It was another happy moment in my life. Little Ethan was a joy but he was spoiled by Emma when he was a toddler and he was frightened of me. I had to convince him that I was his father and not the bogeyman. I always wondered why he thought such a thing until, one day, I walked in on Emily and Evan telling him stories that I was, indeed, the bogeyman and carried worms in my briefcase. They were making the poor child afraid of me.

I went upstairs to the bedroom to get myself ready. My beautiful wife was sitting at her makeup table applying lipstick.

"Hey baby," I said, kissing her neck and making her squeal like a teenager.

"Hi sweetie. Did you know that our son has two dates tonight for the high school dance?"

"Yep. Emily told me.copy right hot novel pub