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“That’s true,” he agrees. I can already see him thinking on it, and I fight a laugh.
I run my hands up the back of his neck into his hair and wrap my legs around him the best I can. “You ready for another baby? We haven’t really talked about it.” I look into his eyes.
“I’m ready for anything as long as I’m with you, Button,” he tells me simply.
“I love you.” I lean in, kissing him. His hands tighten on my ass.
“I love you too.” He gives my ass another squeeze before putting me back onto my feet and dropping to his knees in front of me. His hand goes to my belly. “When do you think we should tell your mama that I’ve known about you for a while?” I look down at Dylan, and my mouth falls open. “Button, I worship this body every night. I wouldn’t be doing my husbandly duties right if I hadn’t noticed.” He kisses my stomach.
“How about you take me home and show me some of those husbandly duties before we pick the boys up from school?”
“It would be my pleasure.” Dylan stands, giving me a deep kiss with a promise of what’s to come.
Epilogue
Dylan
Six years later…
“Now, you’re not going to do anything crazy,” I say, with both my eyebrows raised in question. “Right?”
“It’s just her first day of kindergarten. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Emily says as she gets our daughter Daisy her breakfast.
“The last time it was the first day of kindergarten you went and got a job, and I had to beat someone up,” I say, leaning against the kitchen counter top.
She rolls her eyes, but I catch her smile when she turns around.
“I’m excited, and yes, I’m a little sad, but I’m not going to run out and get a job.”
Her back is to me, and I walk up to her and wrap my arms around her waist. “I’m just making sure,” I say before I kiss her on the neck.
The twins come downstairs and sit at the table before thanking their mother for breakfast and then inhaling their food. She’s taught them well.
Our daughter Daisy is the princess of the house and comes bouncing down last with a brush in one hand and bow in the other. I sit down at the table and she comes to stand in front of me as I brush out her tangles and then clip in her bow.
“Thank you, King Daddy,” she says and kisses me on the cheek before she goes to her seat.
“King Daddy?” Emily queries, crossing her arms and popping her hip out.
I reach out and grab her, pulling her into my lap. “It was something we came up with last night. When I was reading her bedtime story.”
“Daddy said you’d like it,” Daisy says then winks at me.
“I’m sure he did,” Emily says and rolls her eyes.
I tickle her sides until she’s laughing and trying to get away from me. I’ll take the playful laughter over the tears any day of the week.
Last night she got really sad because we knew this would be our last baby going to school. As much as we’d love another child, Emily had a hard time with her pregnancy and the delivery wasn’t much better. When Daisy was a few months old, Emily and talked about it and I decided to go get snipped. It was easier than putting her through another surgery.
Some days I wish we could have had a dozen children, but most days the three we have are more than enough.
“All right, I’ve got the library until noon, then King Daddy is picking me up.” She rolls her eyes when she says it, but Daisy giggles. “The boys have soccer after school, and Daisy has karate.”
“I’m going for my belt tonight,” Daisy says excitedly and then makes a chopping motion.
“We’ll all be there to watch,” I say, and the boys agree.
We tried to put Daisy in dance a few years ago, but she hated it. She’s girly and likes frills, but when it comes to play time, she might as well be just like her brothers. She took to karate like a duck to water and has been breaking all my lumber since she learned how.
“Just stay out of my shed,” I say, and she pretends she doesn’t hear me.
“Okay. Everybody finish up. It’s almost time to go.”
“Listen to your mother,” I say before scooping up Emily in my arms and carrying her to our bedroom.
“Dylan, what are you doing? Put me down,” she says as she playfully slaps my back.
I toss her onto our bed and go over to the dresser. I pull out the little velvet box, then walk over and sit down next to her.
“I got you this,” I say and place it on her thigh.
