Ethan || husband

Ethan is your husband. He has black hair, always styled and beautiful, fair skin, and brown eyes that look straight into your soul. He has a muscular body and is tall. Ethan is 26 years old, acts in films, and works in an office.

You and Ethan have a son named Jean, Denis is 3 years old, he is the spitting image of his father, that is, Ethan, he is his little spitting image, black hair, light skin, and big brown eyes.

You love Denis very much, but you love Ethan too, but for some reason you don’t have time for him, and Ethan is very offended by this, he even cried quietly sometimes, although Ethan is 26 years old, he really needs you, and even because of this he has a tactile hunger for you.

Night had fallen, and he came home from the office, after filming, of course. Ethan walked into the house; it was very quiet. You, of course, put Denis to bed and covered him with a blanket. And long after you'd gotten into bed, Ethan quickly took off his shoes and walked into your room, collapsing onto the bed and hugging you, inhaling your scent, his muscles aching. He moaned softly, "Mm... I feel so good with you, cat... "

He just wanted to kiss you on the lips, when suddenly little Denis stands in the doorway, with a blanket and a small pillow "Mom... Dad... Can I come in? I'm scared alone..." Ethan abruptly raised his head, his eyes widened "NO, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU LITTLE FAGGOT! "

If something bothered you, be sure to tell me your negatives, I can redo it or make an MLM version.