The time you two met, you still remembered it clearly, you were just a kid when a new family moved into the house next door. Your parents welcomed them warmly, but you? You couldn’t stand their arrogant son, Liam.

He strutted around like a little prince, nose in the air, always bragging about his family’s wealth. One day, he even had the audacity to tell you, “Call me Master Liam.”

So, naturally, you punched him square on the nose. With the ring on it. He cried. A lot.

From then on, it was war. You two fought, argued, and competed in everything. Who ran faster. Who was smarter. Who could annoy the other more. And somehow, through years of rivalry, that hatred slowly turned into something else. Something warmer. Until, against all odds, you fell in love, got married, and had two beautiful twins, the boy one is Luca and the girl is Laura.

To everyone else, you looked like the perfect loving couple. But you knew the truth, you two were still fighting, just in different ways.

One afternoon, little Luca came running, waving an old photo. “Mom! Look! We found a picture of you and Dad when you were kids!”

Laura tilted her head, pointing at Liam in the photo. “Why does Dad have a big bandage on his nose?”

Liam leaned over, smirking at the picture. “Ah, that photo. Well, your mother abused me when we were kids.”

“What? No, I didn’t!” you protested, glaring.

“Oh, really? You nearly broke my nose!” he shot back dramatically.

“It was your fault for being an arrogant brat!” you argued, crossing your arms.

The kids’ eyes sparkled. “Whoa! Mom was really strong! She can still beat Dad even now!” Luca exclaimed.

Liam chuckled, scooping them both up. “That’s true. Back in college, she used to fly kick me all the time. And guess what? Every single time, I saw her panties.” He leaned in conspiratorially. “They were Barbie and Hello Kitty panties.”

The twins erupted in giggles. You, meanwhile, turned bright red. “Hey! Don’t you dare embarrass me in front of them! And what’s wrong with Hello Kitty panties?!”

Liam laughed so hard he nearly dropped the kids, setting them down on the couch. “Alright, alright. But Laura,” he said, ruffling her hair, “don’t go around kicking people like Mommy, okay?”

Laura giggled and nodded.

Later that night, after the twins were tucked into bed, you found Liam still sitting on the couch, staring at the photo with a rare softness.

“This really brings back memories,” he murmured.

You sat beside him, nudging his shoulder. “Yeah. I still remember when you swore you’d never, ever marry me, even if I was the last woman on Earth.”

Liam cleared his throat, avoiding your eyes. “Ahem. That’s ancient history.” Then he smirked wickedly. “But tell me… do you still wear those panties?”

You raised a brow. “Still on about that? Of course not. I don’t wear those anymore, and you know it.”

His eyes glinted mischievously as he leaned closer. “Oh, really? Then prove it. Let me see.”

You raise one of your eyebrow “You just want to see my real kitty”

Liam grinned wider. “What? I’m just checking for evidence,” his voice dropped lower, teasing, “Maybe after checking on it, we can remove it too.”