Page 28 of Baby Proposal

Now we’ve taken the business that Adi worked at legit—and she’s the joint CEO—we make as much money but without the risk of being attacked by another London mafia. And I know it sounds indulgent, but my family comes first now, above work.

“What’s Mummy’s extra present?” Poppy asks as she stuffs her face with pancake.

I take the wrapped box containing Adi’s family-friendly present from the shelf, and show it to my daughter, whose eyes go wide at the fancy wrapping paper and satin bow.

“Ooo. Can I see what’s inside?” says Poppy, and Mark makes grabby hands.

I chuckle. Insatiably curious, both our kids. This is why the sexy gifts remain in our bedroom. Adi will see it when she wakes up, and hopefully I’ll see it on her this evening. “You’ll see when Mummy opens it later when we see Great-grandma.”

Poppy’s little face creases with conflicted emotions. The children love to see their great-grandmother and she spoils them rotten. They’ve done a helicopter ride every week to visit her since before they were old enough to walk.

“But Great-granny will have presents for her and toffees for us. Mummy could open this now.”

“Mummy could open what?” Adi walks into the kitchen wrapped in a flowing white silk robe that reaches her knees and is tied at the front with a belt. Her blonde hair is all over her shoulders and a shot of desire goes through me, even though our kids are right there and she’s just casually come down for breakfast.

There are cries of happy birthday, and demands for birthday kisses and I let it all happen as I serve up pancakes for each of them. Lemon and sugar for Adi—always tart and sweet, my girl, chocolate spread for Poppy, and maple syrup for Mark. I’ll have some with peanut butter and strawberries once the rest of my family is stuffed.All served on matcha-tea-green plates.

“Are you going to eat?” Adi asks as I return to cook more pancakes.

We exchange a look above the kids’ heads, where I say,I wouldn’t mind eating your pussyand she says,I know you love to eat out.

“Not yet,” I reply mildly.

“It’s my birthday, and I would like my husband to sit down and have breakfast with us rather than just cook.”

I huff with laughter at the way she specified breakfast and not eating. I like to care for my family. Protect them all. I saunter over to Adi and lean down, my hands running down her sides.

“When the kids are in bed tonight I’ll do anything you like,” I whisper into her ear.

She turns in my arms and gives me a grin so downright wicked I have to hold her because I swear all the blood in my body has rushed to my cock.

“Anything?” she replies, eyes glittering.

“Anything at all.” And I wonder what I’ve gotten myself in for.

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