Page 76 of The Family Man

“Zac, oh my God.” I can feel the tears gathering in my eyes.

“Sage would grant me the privilege of having you as my wife. Will you marry me?” Zac squeezes my hand gently.

All I can do is nod. He jumps up and pulls me into his chest.

I tiptoe and kiss him hard on the lips. He lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist.

“I have your ring upstairs. I can go get it now,” Zac whispers against my lips.

“Where are the kids?” I look over his shoulder.

“With Daire watchingFrozen 2.” He holds my ass tightly, I can feel his erection against my tummy.

“Do you think we can make it to your bed this time?” he ask.

Phone sex, table sex and washing machine sex. “It’s only right that we do,” I respond.

He laughs as I give him the key “But the stairs are in the way.”

I slap his shoulder “We can make it.”

He kisses me deeply and walks into my house. “Baby I don’t think we can.”

“I love you Zac Sullivan” I kiss his neck softly and her groans,

“I love you Sage Sullivan and if you continue doing that, we will not make it to the bedroom.” He closes the door with his foot.

“Who needs a bed? When we are married, we can use the bed, in the meantime,” I bite his neck and he grunts.

Throwing me over his shoulder he sprints up the stairs and heads to my bedroom. I guess we will be using the bed after all.

One Year Later

Father’s Day

ZAC

My sisters-in-law planned the perfect gender reveal party. I don’t know much about décor, but this lemon, gold and white theme made Sage happy. If it makes my pregnant wife happy. Then I am ecstatic. Five minutes ago, we had a countdown to our gender reveal. Pink colored smoke covered the backyard.

I still have the tint of pink on my finger. Another girl, God save me. The one I have is already a handful. I look around at the people laughing in the backyard. Rosemary is rocking Anise’s boy baby Kai to sleep. Cassia is looking over Rosemary’s shoulder smiling down at Kai. My wife is talking to my aunt Gable. My son is playing in the corner with Kayla, Finn, and Chance. But no Poppy.

I walk up to Nik. “Son, have you seen Poppy?”

Did I mention that I still love hearing my son speak, but some days he doesn’t shut up.

“Yes, she says she had to go to the bathroom,” he replies, his hands tightly clasping Kayla’s.

I jog into the house “Poppy?”

No answer. I run up the stairs and check in my son’s room. She was not there.

But I hear her sniffle. It’s coming from her bedroom. She has never stepped into her room, she loves sharing Nikhil’s room, now she is curled on the bed crying.

I sit on the bed and lift her in my arms, and she starts to cry harder.

“Hey, princess, what’s wrong?” I kiss the top of her hair.

She is hyperventilating.

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