Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“It still cracks me up how different Will is from the straitlaced lawyer I thought he was when you first met him,” Belle said. “I was a little worried you would walk all over him with your bossy ways, but it turned out to be a total non-issue because that man doesn’t let you get away with anything.”
“Like you can talk. Your rock star barely lets you out of his sight,” Aurora retorted.
“Back to your corners, sisters,” Ariel instructed. “Before there’s bloodshed in Addilyn’s kitchen and big brother kicks all our asses for upsetting her.”
“Yeah, even his love for us wouldn’t save us then,” Belle agreed.
“C’mon, he’s not that bad,” Addilyn insisted.
“Uh-huh.” Aurora’s tone sounded doubtful.
“You don’t hear me complaining. I love my big caveman,” Addilyn insisted even though she still pretended to give me a hard time when she thought I was being too protective.
“That’s a good thing since our big brother somehow became the most ridiculous of them all, which is funny as heck since he gave our guys such a hard time before he met you,” Belle teased.
“I like how protective he is with the kids and me,” Addilyn added.
“You better,” I rumbled as I strode into the kitchen and over to her side. After I plopped the ice cream on the counter, I pulled her close and devoured her mouth in a kiss that was hot enough to have my sisters pretending to puke. Ignoring them, I bent my head to her ear, and murmured, “Because you’re stuck with me forever, and I’m going to give you a very thorough reminder of why when I have you all to myself in our bedroom later tonight.”
My wife’s eyes were hazy and heavy-lidded when I pulled away. “Like you ever need an excuse,” she whispered.
“Not when it comes to loving you, baby.” I brushed my lips over hers. “That’s what I was born to do.”
Her eyes were heated as she nodded her head. “And you do it so well.”
“Compliments won’t stop me from heating your ass up tonight,” I warned in a low tone.
Addilyn had been quick to defend me...but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to spank her anyway. Not when she loved it as much as I did. A happy wife meant a happy life, after all. And ours was fucking joyful.
Extra Epilogue
Addilyn
“Twinkle twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are.”
“Twinkle twinkle wittle sthar. How...wonder...you are.”
I froze as I walked into our bedroom and heard my husband’s off-key singing over the baby monitor. A laugh bubbled up as I watched the little screen. My big Hulk of a hubby looked adorable changing our two-year-old daughter’s diaper while they sang the nursery rhyme together.
A particularly out of tune note made me wince before I dissolved into a fit of giggles.
“Gen, Daddy!” Amber squealed as he picked her up and twirled her around. “Wheeeeee!”
“One more time, then nap,” he told her with a soft smile. Then he did another spin, laughing when Amber screamed with joy. He set her on the ground and patted her little butt. “Pick out a story, princess.”
My uterus skipped a beat, and I sighed at how cute they were. Smiling, I grabbed Amber’s blanket off of our bed, where she’d left it this morning after some snuggling. Holding her precious “bubby,” I hurried down the hallway to the nursery and walked in just as Knox was settling his massive frame in the rocking chair beside the crib.
“Mommy!” Amber came running, and I scooped her up into my arms, smacking a kiss on her chubby little cheek.
“Here’s your bubby, baby.”
“Thanks, Mommy!”
I set her on her feet, and she took off toward Knox, who lifted her onto his lap. He winked at me as he opened the book she’d picked out, and butterflies fluttered in my tummy.
My husband was sexy as hell all the time, but watching him dote on our daughter melted me every time.
After he finished the story, we gave her kisses and hugs, and he put her in her bed. Then he took my hand and led me out of the room before flipping off the light and whispering, “Night night, princess.”
“Nigh nigh, Daddy. Nigh, nigh, Mommy.”
“Love you, baby,” I said and blew her a kiss.
I shut the door quietly, and without saying another word, I took the lead and practically dragged Knox back to our bedroom.
“I want another one,” I breathed right before I attacked him.
“I’ve been trying to talk you into letting me knock you up for months,” he mumbled as he swiftly divested me of my shirt. “Why now?”
I undid his buckle and pants, then yanked them down as I answered. “It’s your terrible singing,” I teased. “My uterus can’t handle it.”
Knox chuckled and lifted me under the arms. He speedily removed the rest of our clothes before tossing me on the bed. “I’ll give your uterus something to handle, baby,” he grunted.