Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
"Coming right in me is exactly how we got Marco." She laughs, retreating from the nursery with a pause at the doorway. She opens her robe to flash me her naked body, perky nipples, and her pussy ready for me to put another baby inside. Damn, I love my wife and I love my life.
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
MADISON
Fifteen Years Later
"Dammit." The curse slips from my mouth after stubbing my foot on a toy train before crunching something under my other foot behind me. "Margo and Maddox, come clean up this hallway right now."
"That's not my stuff," Margo whines from her room. I poke my head into the princess-inspired bedroom as she twirls in front of a long mirror. Her toys are indeed put away. She's the cleanest person in this family, even at six years old. Blonde pigtails with pink bows remind me of being that little when the world was full of rainbows and magic.
I hate killing her vibe, but if I'm tripping over stuff, I can only imagine what will happen when my parents get here. "Can you please just check to make sure none of it was yours? I almost got killed stepping on something pink and princess-y."
"That means Maddox took something out of here again. That's not fair, Mommy." She stomps out of her room with her cute little face scrunched in anger.
I sigh and step down the hall to open Marco's door. Dread awaits as the odor of a 14-year-old boy slaps me in the face like a grenade.
"Laundry tonight, Marco. I mean it," I warn him.
He sits in a plush leather chair, playing a video game that requires a headset and lets him stream as he plays.
"Mom, get out. The guys can see you," he says, tossing a look over his shoulder.
"I'm sorry I'm so absolutely hideous that—"
"Mom," he stops me mid-sentence. "You, me, and everyone else know it's the complete opposite. I'm not in the mood to punch somebody in the mouth at school tomorrow for saying something unladylike about you."
"We think you're hot, Mrs. Montoya," a distant voice calls from the video game. It only draws a groan of frustration out of Marco.
"See? This is what I'm talking about. I thought you were going out with Dad tonight."
"I'm going. Pizza's on the way. Pop and Nan will be here shortly to watch the twins."
"And I'm on laundry tonight," he says, ushering me to get out of his room. "Got it. Love you. Have fun."
I shake my head and close the door. Turning around, I run smack dab into the firm chest of my husband. The sexiest teacher to ever teach high school English.
"You're not dressed, Mrs. Montoya." His voice is a mixture of disappointment and apprehension.
"I'm getting dressed. Just making sure—"
"Just making sure you drive the kids crazy. We're only leaving for the weekend. Go get dressed so we can hit the road." He spins me toward our bedroom and swats me on the ass.
"What if Madelynne has an emergency dress rehearsal or something? Is it really okay that we take off for all these days, Mason?" I head back inside our master bedroom, where it looks like my closet exploded around the room.
"Then your dad will take her while your mom watches Maddox and Margo. Relax and get dressed. I want to check into our hotel by this evening. Don't forget that Marco is actually a great distraction for Maddox."
"Speaking of our little tornado, where is Maddox?" I ask, peeking over Mason's shoulder at our bedroom doorway.
"He's eating pizza with Madelynne, and when he's done, he'll clean up the hallway. Would you like me to grab a slice for you before we head out? The kids will inhale those pies within the hour."
"No, I've put on too much weight as it is," I tell him, rubbing my less-than-tight stomach. "We can grab a salad or something light on the road."
"Babe, if you want a slice, two, or an entire pie, you eat it." He wraps his arms around me, one hand reaching down to rub my inner thigh and moaning. "Twenty, thirty pounds? Don't let it bother you, Madison. I love all of it. Every inch. Every pound."
"Right." I scoff and try to step out of his grasp.
He refuses to let me go, holding me tight against him, the firmness in his crotch poking me in the back. "You feel what you do to me, Madison? Don't be mean to the love of my life. Don't think that I'm delusional either. We've both put on some pounds, but we've also brought four extra humans into this world. You especially since you did the bulk of the bringing them here, part."
I laugh and let him love me, squeezing me gently as his lips trace a trail of kisses from my collarbone up to my ear and around to my mouth. Our tongues intertwine with passion, reminding me how much Mason adores me. We've still got the same passion that had us nearly caught in a scandal from my senior year in high school.