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Carter

With Harlee wrapped in my arms, her back to my front, her ass nestled perfectly against my groin, I groaned when I heard my phone ringing.

Well, I groaned at that particular ringtone.

Sighing, I carefully extracted my body from Harlee’s, pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, rolled, and tagged my phone.

Seeing Caulson’s name, I answered it and said, “Hello?”

“Hey C-dawg, had a man call out. You want it?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose when I asked, “When would you need me?”

After he told me the details.

I hung up and then curled my body back around Harlee’s.

Intending to get a few more hours of sleep.

However, my woman had other plans.

Daddy-Kins & Mommy-Kins Text Thread

Me – Got a call out. Leave tomorrow morning. Rotation is for a month.

Mommy-Kins – Okay, baby boy. Be safe. Love you.

Daddy-Kins – Keep an eye on the weather. Supposed to be a storm hitting at the end of the week.

Garrick – On my way.

Talia – Be there in ten.

Alec – Damn. Won’t be able to make it.

Mommy-Kins – Language.

Ethan – I’m on my way.

Alec – Come on, Mom. I’m 34 years old. Give me a break.

Daddy-Kins – I swear we were given the wrong baby at the hospital.

Garrick – We’ve been saying that for years.

Me – I just can’t wait to see what Mom’s payback is going to be.

Talia – *rubbing hands together*

Mommy-Kins – Don’t you dare come to my house this weekend. No Chocolate 7-Layer Cake for you.

Alec – Sorry. Sorry. So, sorry!!!!

Mommy-Kins – Too late.

Alec – What can I do?

Mommy-Kins silenced notifications.

Garrick – Oh, damn.

Ethan – Oh, shit.

Talia – What they said.

Me – You done fucked up, boy.

Daddy-kins – You worry me.

***

Once my family had left, Harlee was sitting curled into my side, with my arm around her shoulders as I watched whatever she had on the TV.

I was getting into it too.

It was pretty fucking cool.

She reached forward, tagged the remote, paused it, and then went to the kitchen.

While she was gone, I was running through the rotation I would be working when I heard popping in the kitchen.

I smiled as I shook my head.

She came back moments later with a bowl of popcorn and two drinks.

Handing one of the sodas to me, she sat down, took a sip of hers, and set it on the coffee table.

“How much do you love this show?” I asked her as she settled back into her place at my side with her bowl of popcorn.

She tilted her head to the side and said, “Well, I’ve watched the entire show all the way through three or four times.”

I thought about it for a split second and said, “You really love this show?”

She smiled, nodded, then popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth.

Since I was getting into it too, I said, “So, my question is that you won’t watch any more of it until I get back?”

She smiled, then she nodded, “Anyone else asked me that, I’d say no.”

I pressed a kiss to her lips, and then tagged the remote, and pressed play.

And wouldn’t you know it, but it was perfect.

I had my woman in my arms, a bowl of popcorn, a show playing, and it was a Friday night.

Nothing fucking beat it.

It was all because of the woman at my side.

***

Taking her face in my hands, I pressed a soft kiss against her lips, then I pulled away, “Okay, I gotta go.”

She smiled up at me, “Okay. Be careful. I love you.”

“Love you, too,” I said as I winked down at her.

***

If I had known what was going to happen, I would have thrown Harlee over my shoulder, carried her to my bedroom, and made love to her, soft, slow, and sweet.