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“As soon as you’re ready.”
Patient, proud, persevering, JD came with reassuring grace and certainty.In most ways, they were completely different, but they complemented each other.Compromise and communication were the only way a relationship would ever work between them.They were better, stronger, than they had been the night they met, the night the seed of perpetuity was planted.
Her children were her future.And JD?He’d be on that ride with them through every turn.They’d butt heads, sure, but the four of them together, that future didn’t look half bad.Now they only had to get on with living it.
THIRTY-EIGHT
“I have never been so grateful to not be a guy,” she said, noticing JD’s ass first as he bent over the kitchen table to snag something.
He turned.“What?”
Sliding over, she patted his ass.“If I was a guy right now, the world would know it.”Her fingers slunk around to his fly.“How do you control these things?”
Grabbing her waist, he swept her around and up onto the table.“Practice,” he said, stooping to kiss her neck.“But it’s a lot easier when our women let us use it.”
Her legs snagged his, winding around him like they’d been most of the weekend.“Any time you want?”
“Any time we want.”
The tender kiss became something a lot hotter, a lot more insistent, in super quick time.Hands found their favorite spots to tickle and tease.Grasping and groaning came with fumbling buttons and zippers.
“Guess I don’t have to ask how your weekend went.”
Brenna’s voice broke them apart.
“Shit, Nana, you couldn’t have just turned around and walked out, given us some space?”
“Much as I’d love you to get back to making more babies for me to adore—”
The door swung open behind her, and the twins ran inside with Lotta at their back.
“My babies,” she said, crouching to catch them both as they threw themselves against her.“Did you have a good time?”
Chattering suggested they’d had fun.Each tried to tell tales.
“We went on a boat, Momma.”
“And ate bugs!”
Her gaze ascended to their aunts.
“Chocolate covered crickets.”
She cringed.
JD’s fingers spread on the top of her head.“Is that legal?”
“It’s legal, brother.”
“Daddy!”Kye leaped aside to tug on JD’s pants leg, father scooped son from the floor.“We was in a tent too.”The little one leaned closer, hiding his mouth with a hand.“Wasn’t as good as your den.”
“Daddy just does things better, son.”
Though she swatted for him, she didn’t make contact and got a laugh.
“You said they wouldn’t be out in the open.”
“The campsite was specifically for little ones.It’s walled in without access to bodies of water.No animals, no dangers.Plus, we had your super ninjas guarding us every second.”
