“It’s so damn good to be here.” I said back and then Travis was at my door, opening it up and leaning in, surprising me and making me squeal with laughter.
“Welcome home, Shade.” He purred, kissing me, with dominant hands on my cheeks, using tongue just the way I craved from him. I whimpered against his lips, digging my nails into his wrist and moaning for him, desperate for the comfort his kisses were giving me before he pulled back and forced a deep breath into his big barrel chest. “Sorry. I got carried away.”
I whimpered again, this time in a pout as Eli chuckled at my disappointment when it was obvious I wasn’t about to get railed in the driveway.
Rude.
Travis at least had the decency to look guilty over the tease as he lifted me from the seat, tucking me in against his chest to make the quick walk up the porch and through the front door.
My bandages made pants impossible, so my short pajama shorts did little to ward off the cold, even paired with one of Eli’s hoodies that hung to my knees.
As soon as we made it through the front door, the warmth of the fireplace pushed away the cold, and I managed to only stareat the flames dancing in the hearth for a moment before my kid's cries of glee distracted me.
“Mommy!” Toby cheered, leaping off the kitchen barstool, directly into Eli’s arms as he caught him right before he landed on my lap in Trav’s arms.
Emmie came barreling down the stairs in dress-up shoes and a jersey. “Mama’s home!”
I chuckled, swatting away the guys as they sat me down in the chair next to the couch. “I’m home.” I swaddled both of my babies up in my arms, pulling them onto my lap and away from my bandages. “God, I missed you both like crazy!”
The kids snuggled in hard, trying to get under my skin and stay within me, and I welcomed it, smelling their sweet little innocent scents and basking in the cozy warmth of our home.
Hal and Maggie lingered at the edge of the living room, next to my mom and I gave them a little wave as Toby leaped right into a full recounting story of his time at the Hayes’s farm the last few days while Travis and Eli doted on me.
It was nice having my men with me in the hospital, both off work for a few weeks to take care of me, but it was even better having everyone at home together again.
The kids visited me each day at the hospital, and we talked multiple times on the phone daily, but it was still so much fun hearing about their times all over again.
Their storytelling skills were really coming in, the recounts were animated and magical, and I lived for it.
I lived.
I was taking nothing for granted ever again, either.
And I sat back, enjoying every second of my favorite brand of chaos.
Mine.
The cabin was finally quiet.
The kids were asleep in their beds, exhausted from the excitement of the day, Maggie and Hal had left with my mom, promising to be back the next day to keep the guys from smothering me with their attention.
I should have been asleep too, my body was tired enough, still tender and sore deep in the early stages of recovery. But the words my asshole doctor dared to mutter in front of both Travis and Eli haunted my head like a curse.
No strenuous activity for six weeks.
Six.
Meanwhile, I had two gorgeous men under the same roof who hovered over me like saints yet refused to touch me like sinners.
It was rude as hell.
Earlier, I had tried to push my luck, going for my most likely victim. I had Travis with me alone after he helped me get settled into bed for an afternoon nap.
And I tried to work my magic, a kiss that lingered too long, with more tongue and teeth than was necessary. Sliding my hand up under his shirt, he groaned, crawling up onto the bed with me, hovering over me as I internally smiled, getting further than I had managed all week to getting them to break their own self-inflicted celibacy.
And then Eli barged in like he knew what I was up to.
Kill joy.
