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“Oh my gosh,” Stephanie said as she hugged Abby. “Look at those little faces.”
“They’re so cute!” Grace said from the other side of Big Mac’s truck. “How’d they do on the boat?”
“Better than I did. Adam made me puke.”
“That’s not true.” Adam handed Liam to Grace, who was one of his favorite people. “She always pukes when it’s rough.”
“Let’s get these boys home,” Big Mac said.
“Can we come?” Grant asked his brother.
“We’d be bummed if you didn’t, right, Abs?”
“Absolutely. Everyone is welcome as long as you’re willing to change diapers. We need all the help we can get.”
“Let’s roll, citizens,” Mac said. “We’ve got diapers to change!”
Grant laughed as he held hands with his wife and followed his older brother to their vehicles for the ride to Adam and Abby’s house.
This might go down as one of his top ten best days on Gansett Island, the day they welcomed home four new McCarthy boys. He just hoped they grew up to be more like him than Mac.
Chapter 29
Winter was Alex Martinez’s favorite time of year. Other than opening the shop for a few hours each day to sell Christmas trees, they were off until the spring after being straight-out from April through November. He loved nothing more than lolling about in bed with his wife, Jenny, until their son, George, woke up to start their day.
George was a great sleeper, and sometimes he made it as late as nine a.m.
Alex brought coffee to Jenny in bed. “He’s still asleep.”
“I wonder if his brother will be as good of a sleeper.”
“I sure as hell hope so, because I love my mornings in bed with Mommy.”
He handed her coffee to her and brought his own with him when he got back in bed. “Cheers to winter,” he said, raising his mug to her.
“Cheers to winter, which is something I never thought I’d say as a girl of the summer all my life until Alex Martinez made me love winter.”
“Alex Martinez made you love a lot of things,” he said with a dirty grin.
“And he’s a little full of himself this morning, I see.”
“He’s always full of himself, which you knew before you shackled yourself to him for life.”
“Can he quit talking about himself in the third person?”
“Why would he do that when you like it so much?”
“When did I ever say I liked it?”
“He thought you did.”
“Stop!”
Alex laughed and put his mug on the table so he could snuggle up to her. Even after waking her with slow morning lovemaking, he still wanted to be as close to her as he could get, like always. He’d never gotten over his complete obsession with all things Jenny Wilks Martinez, love of his life and mother of his children.
“What’re you up to, Martinez?” Jenny asked as he ran his hand over her naked body, cresting the hill of her pregnant belly and heading south. “Don’t make me spill my coffee.”
“Then you’d better stay very still.”
