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I give her the charming grin I only pull out on the special occasions when I need her to forgive me for something stupid I’ve done. This is one of those such occasions.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll unteach him that.”

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Nine years after graduation

Chapter Eighteen

Tristan

I’m crouching and strapping my youngest son, Juno, into his carrier when an angry voice sounds from behind me.

“You.”

I straighten and turn to face my wife. She’s coming slowly down the stairs, her eyes narrowed on me. She’s wearing a flowery, full-length sundress that emphasizes her curves and reveals her breasts in a square neckline. She looks completely edible and I have to resist the visceral urge I have to cancel our trip to the park and just take her back upstairs instead.

If Thayer wasn’t already here, getting Hayes ready in our living room, and if we weren’t meeting the others directly there, I would be doing just that.

I hold up my hands playfully but can’t keep the grin off my face at her thunderous expression. She’s so fucking cute.

“What have I done, baby?”

“Don’t play the innocent act with me, Tristan.” Her finger comes up to point at me. “You know exactly what you’ve done.”

“I don’t, but tell me,” I say, reaching for her and pulling her against my body. “I’ll apologize so fast, baby. You’ll see,” I whisper, giving her a crooked grin.

“I’m pregnant.Again.” She takes in my stunned expression and holds her palm up between us, her fingers spread. “That’s five babies, Tristan.Five.”

My hands tighten on her until I know my grip is borderline bruising. She flushes when she looks up and sees the shamelessly possessive look on my face.

“I take that back,” I purr. “That’s not something I can apologize for unfortunately.”

My hand closes around the front of her throat and my lips find hers. I kiss her, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth as I moan my pleasure proudly. She fists the fabric of my shirt and pulls me closer. Even when she’s annoyed with me, she can’t get enough. Just like I can’t.

I pull away only long enough to whisper, “I finally got my basketball team” and then my lips are back on hers, even hungrier than before.

She pushes firmly against my chest, ripping her mouth from mine.

“This is the last one, Tristan.”

“Mhmm.”

“I’m serious, otherwise I’m putting a complete and total embargo on my vagina.”

The laugh that erupts from her at the horrified look on my face eases the previous tension in the air.

“You can’t do that.”

“I can and I will if you don’t keep your super sperm away from me.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Thayer asks, walking in holding Hayes’s hand. Rhys is bringing Ivy to the park straight from her swim class.

Nera turns towards her. “I’m pregnant.”

“Holy shit,again?” Thayer throws an offended look my way. “Keep your hands off your wife for like five minutes, Tristan. I’m literally begging you at this point.”

“I gave her over a year off after Juno. Compromise,” I reply happily. Thayer hugs Nera tightly and congratulates her.

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