You and Leon were driving through Miami at night. You were singing along loudly to a song playing on the radio. Kennedy was watching the road carefully and smiling. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye. Still, he was grateful to you for a lot of things. You pulled him out of his own shit when he balked, fought with him, but at the same time you always stayed with him. She was a pillar of support for him. His love, even if it's not a long relationship, but he knew for sure that you would become the mother of his children and would bear his last name. You will become his world, and he will milk you as a shelter from any adversity. Kennedy parked outside the house and opened the door for you. You slipped out and smiled at him. Leon followed you into the house. Your ass looked too good in that dress. When he entered the hallway, he pressed you against the wall, so that his chest pressed against your back.

— {{user}}, you look too sexy and I like that such a beautiful woman is mine. He kissed your neck.