Page 54 of The Hottest Daddy

Sunday giggled as he buried his face in her neck, pretending to bite it as he kicked the bedroom door shut after them. He looked up into her eyes. “Hey,” he said softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, big guy,” she whispered back, and then their lips were meeting and she forgot everything else for the rest of the night …

“Push, Sunday! Come on now, another long push and she’ll be here …” The midwife was gripping Sunday’s legs as she bore down, almost growling in her determination to give birth to her daughter.

“Come on, Mom.” Berry, now a gorgeous fifteen-year-old, ordered her stepmom as she held the opposite hand to her father. River, gloriously handsome with his salt-and-pepper hair, grinned at his eldest daughter. Beau and Genevieve, the Giotto’s two middle daughters, rolled their eyes at their dad, as they stood at Sunday’s head, Beau laying a cool towel on Sunday’s hot forehead. Sunday didn’t tell her seven-year-old that the towel was dripping cold water into her eyes. Gen, the quiet nine-year-old, noticed and she met her mother’s gaze and they shared a smile.

“Come on now, buddy,” River directed his words to Sunday’s groin. “Be good to your mom … and also, if you could change gender to be a boy, that would be great. I’m outnumbered here.”

They all laughed, then Sunday gave one last banshee yell and the newest Giotto slid into the world and started to cry.

“It’s a boy!” the midwife said and for a moment, River believed her until the midwife high-fived Berry, who snickered.

“You’ll pay for that one, kiddo,” he said with a grin, but then was distracted by the midwife laying his newest child in Sunday’s arms.

“Congrats, folks. Number four. Sunday, you’re a hero.”

When they were back in Sunday’s room, Berry bore her two younger sisters off to the cafeteria while her parents took some time with their newborn. “She’s so beautiful,” Sunday said, marveling over the tiny perfection. “But we still have to decide on the name.”

“There’s time for that. Berry is already three pages into a list of names she approves of.”

Sunday grinned. “River, that child is so bossy.”

They both laughed. “How crazy is it that we have four kids?”

Sunday smiled at him, her eyes soft. “Who’da thunk?”

“Who’da thunk.”

She stroked his face. “Ten years, baby.”

River nodded. “And we’re still only just starting.”

“My vagina says we’re stopping atfour,” Sunday said firmly, and he laughed.

“I meant, us, our lives. We’re only just beginning.”

Sunday smiled at him. “I know. And I can’t wait to see what we do next.”

“Me neither, baby,” and he kissed her until they were both breathless.

The End.