Page 93 of With Wine Comes War

“Nope, kids are a total surprise. I could tell you Cam and Soph like pizza and when they get there, and you give them pizza, they’ll tell you they like burgers not pizza.”

This was going to be fun wasn’t it. Can I cancel?I rubbed my forehead.

“Is there anything I should do as far as sleeping arrangements go?” I have plenty of rooms for them to sleep in, so that’s not a problem, but do they even like sleeping in strange people’s houses?

“Nope, you can just do a pillow fort or tent in the living room for these kids. They’re easy and they’re used to Alex and her silliness, so there shouldn’t be anything special you’ll need to do for them. If you can keep up with them, they’ll be fine. Are you guys going to take them to the park?”

You mean take them out of the penthouse and have not only Alex to watch but three children as well. Oh shit, I haven’t thought this through, have I?

“I guess I’ll see what Alex has planned first. We haven’t had a chance to talk about it this week yet.”

“Don’t stress about it. Like I said, they’re easy kids, really. Plus, Alex is their favorite person on this planet, so they probably won’t even know you’re there and you’ll have nothing to worry about.”

We were both laughing and that’s when Alex walked in with a smile on her face. I winked and patted my lap for her to come sit. I hung up right as she sat down.

“So, Alex, what are we going to do with the kids tonight?”

“First we’re going to go upstairs and change.” She said as she batted her eyelashes at me. I knew that look and realized that we may not havetime for each other at all while we had these kids tonight, so I jumped up and grabbed her hand and ran out the door.

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ALEX

Let’s not talk about the future please. Let me get through the next week and see how that goes before I can think of anything like getting a dog and doing the happy family thing. We’re going to have a houseful of kids tonight, so I want some alone time before they get here. I think we have plenty of food and snacks in the house and we can turn the living room into a pillow fort teepee campground with popcorn, movies and lots of fun.

He grabbed my hand when I said we needed to go upstairs and change then dragged us both to the elevator. He was all over me in there.

Then he took a deep breath and pulled me against him as he leaned against the glass and said, “Did I say something wrong in there?”

Stop trying to ruin the moment.

“No, I just wanted to get you alone for a bit before the kids get here. We won’t have any alone time once they do.” He shook his head.

I took off one of my heels and dangled it in one hand then dropped it. I stared right at him when I reached down and took off the other stiletto, throwing it into the penthouse as soon as the doors opened. He laughed, shaking his head at the obvious change of subject.

“You coming?” I kicked my other shoe into the house and tossed my purse on the kitchen island as I ran down the hall with him close behind.

Holy hell.

That was awesome and way better than that conversation he was trying to have. I know I said I wanted to be chased but that was figuratively. I didn’t realize I wanted to really be chased.

When he caught me, he threw me on the bed, practically tearing my clothes off. I don’t know if it was frustration or some serious caveman shit but that was fun. I actually told him to fuck me like a caveman.

We’ll need to mess around like that more often. It really gets the pent-up energy out of me like training, only without the bruises. I laughed thinking I could’ve been doing this to get all that anxiety out of my body instead of getting my ass beat.

He yanked me out of the bed and said, “Come on let’s get a shower, we have visitors in about an hour.”

Later, in the kitchen I asked, “Are you nervous?”

“Not really. It’s something I’ve wanted to observe.”

Observe? How strange.

I said with a snarky tone, “What is it that you’ll be observing?”

“The way you interact with the kids. I’ve seen it before at their house but I’m curious to see it here.”

Oh, he’s doing research for his future baby mama. I wish I’d been that thorough before I got married and watched Luke with kids. I would’ve had kids with him not knowing what kind of father he’d be. He was a horrible husband, so that kind of terrifies me now. I guess I should be watching the way Roman interacts with the kids too.

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