Page 162 of Over Time Advantage

“Sneak what into his coffee?” Bailey asks from behind me while snaking her arms around my waist and kissing my cheek. “Merry Christmas.”

I reach back and embrace her. “Merry Christmas, beautiful.”

She looks at Kennedy. “Well?”

Kennedy sighs. “Boner. Shake. If you want your old-ass husband to fuck you into tomorrow, give him a little of this.”

“Did I hear something about getting fucked into tomorrow?” Kam asks as she enters the kitchen. “I’m all in for that.”

Ultimately, it’s agreed we will each quietly slip a little into our respective partners’ morning coffee. It should make for an interesting Christmas.

It’s still early. We’re all sitting around the Christmas tree with the little ones opening gifts when Harper sleepily walks in croaking, “Why didn’t anyone wake me?”

Tanner and I exchange glances. Harper has officially entered her moody teen years. You take your life into your own hands if you attempt to wake her.

Before we can answer, the front door swings open with a thud, and Santa, who looks a lot like Daylen, walks in.

In a deep voice, he bellows, “Where’s my ho ho ho?”

Kennedy runs to him and leaps into his waiting arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him and kissing him deeply. Way too deeply for the viewing of children.

Jett rolls his eyes from his seat on the floor and grumbles, “Enough.”

I giggle as I move to sit between his legs to keep him calm. As soon as I do, Kendra plops down between my legs. She’s a true combination of us, with Jett’s darker hair and complexion and my eyes. She’s already precocious as hell, as is Dani. The two of them together are going to be trouble with a capital T when they’re older.

He wraps his arms around both of us, always making us feel loved.

“Hmm,” he coos, “just a few of my favorite girls.”

He kisses my neck and tickles Kendra, much to her giggling delight.

He whispers into my ear, “I want more.”

I turn my head and sink my nose into his neck, taking in his unique Jett scent as I whisper, “More what? Presents? There are more than enough, but I’m happy to provide more naked presents as soon as this is over.”

He smiles. “More kids, you sex maniac. I want us to have another one.”

I jerk my head back in surprise. “What? I had to beg for this one.”

He shrugs. “And it’s one of the most fulfilling things I could ever imagine. I want another.”

I search his gorgeous green eyes to see if he’s joking, but I see nothing but sincerity.

I shake my head. “I’m sorry, love, but we used the last of my frozen eggs. We’re so fortunate the last one worked. I don’t think it’s possible.”

I haven’t gotten a period in over a year. I’m pretty sure I’m in perimenopause. I haven’t even bothered with contraception since Kendra was born, given that the doctors told me natural conception was unlikely.

NINE MONTHS LATER

“Fucking Boner Shakes,” I yell as another contraction hits hard.

From Jett’s mouth to the Boner Shake’s ears. I conceived that week in Jamaica likely because, thanks to the Boner Shakes, my husband was fucking me six times a day. I don’t know what’s in that stuff, but we should bottle it and sell it.

Against all odds, we conceived naturally. My doctor still can’t get over it. He said it was one in a million.

My little miracle baby.

Jett has been over the moon about it. He’s hoping for another girl, but I think it’s a boy. This pregnancy was different from my first two. It could be my more advanced age, but my gut tells me we’re having a boy.