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She groans lightly, rolling her eyes with annoyance. “Yeah. I need to get a couple of chapters in before they all wake up again.”

I chuckle softly, turning off the nursery light as we slip out of the room, closing the door quietly behind us.

Tasha heads to our bedroom, settling onto the bed with her textbook, but I’ve got other plans.

I walk over, leaning against the doorway, watching her. “Hey.”

She looks up, confused, but there’s a playful hint in her gaze. “Hey?”

“I was just wondering if you’d let me interrupt your study session,” I say eagerly.

I lean down before she can respond, kissing her with an intensity that makes her book slip from her grasp and fall to the floor. Her hands sweep across my chest, lighting a fire within me that burns red-hot. My hands slide beneath her thighs.

I lift her up into my arms and kiss her over and over again as her sweet-smelling hair tickles my face. The feel of her body in my hands, the sound of her sighs as I nibble against her neck, it drives me wild.

I flop her on the bed gently, climbing on top of her and pulling her shirt up greedily. My lips fall to her nipples, caressing and licking against her. She sighs as I trail further down, grazing my teeth against her prickled skin.

“That tickles,” she sighs.

“Oh,” I murmur. “What about this?”

My hand slides between her thighs, rubbing against her with my fingers. She arches her back, moaning suddenly before burying her face into a pillow.

“You don’t want to wake the kids, do you?” I hiss, playfully looking up at her.

She looks back at me, her dreamy eyes half open, shaking her head.

“Shhh,”I whisper, driving my face in between her legs.

She’s as quiet as she can be, but I can still hear her muffled groans through the pillow, hot and heavy as I slide my tongue across her wet folds. Her hand falls to the back of my head, and I dive deeper into her, sucking against every inch of her.

Pulling myself up, I allow myself to lean on top of her. Tasha opens her legs around me, her delicate hands falling to the waistband of my sweatpants.

I feel myself flop forward as she pulls them down, and suddenly her hands are against my ass, pulling me into her. I moan, feeling her take control as she grinds against me from below, and I feel myself shudder from the sheer pleasure until I can’t take it any longer.

Tasha’s laughter is like music in our bedroom. I pull her closer, feeling her melt against me, her worries forgotten for now. “What do you say?” I murmur against her lips. “You want to practice making more kids?”

Her fingers run through my hair, she lets out a breathy giggle. “Hmm…maybe,” she teases, her voice a soft whisper as she looks me straight in the eyes. “But only if the next batch isn’t triplets.”

I laugh, pulling her close against me. The warmth of her body feels like home, the kind of home I never knew I was missing until she came into my life.

We lie there, wrapped up in each other, her head resting on my chest as the pale moonlight cascades through the window. The sound of the wind outside and the crackling of the fireplace fills the room, making everything feel perfect, serene.

“Do you ever think about how different our lives were a year ago?” Tasha asks softly, tracing circles on my chest. “About, everything that happened?”

“All the time,” I admit, my arms tightening around her. “I never imagined this would be my life back then, to have three babies and a beautiful wife. You’re everything I never knew I could have.”

Tasha looks up at me, her amber eyes shining with love. “I’m so glad you came after me, Brody.”

I kiss her gently, licking against her full lips.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” I whisper against her mouth. “Because there’s nothing I want more than this, than us.”

She smiles her angelic smile, snuggling deeper into my arms.

Wrapped in the warmth of each other and the life we’ve built together, we drift off to sleep.

The end.

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