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"Oh, yeah," she says.
I wait for a second to make sure Jude isn't going to wake up and then slowly slide the window open. Dylan shifts impatiently, eager to get inside. She is a daddy's girl through and through. She loves nothing more than to curl up and make Jude read to her. She never wants to read princess books either. Oh no. She wants stories about knights and dragons and danger.
She's either going to burn the world to the ground one day…or run for president. Either one is equally possible. She's a fierce little girl with fierce opinions. I can't wait to see what she becomes when she's older. The world probably trembled in fear the day she was born. I love her so much!
Her little brothers are a lot more chill than she is. Duke is three and Dawson is two. They're both tame little boys. They follow Dylan around, marching to her orders. They're protective of her though. A little boy pushed her on the playground last month. Duke tried to spank him. Dawson bit him. They nearly started a riot. We all left in tears. We're never going back to that playground again.
"Careful," I whisper, lifting Dylan up over the windowsill. She grabs onto the ledge and plops down before wiggling forward. Within seconds, she's standing on her feet on the other side, beaming at me.
"Your turn, mommy," she whispers…mostly.
I pull myself up the steps and then squeeze through the frame. It's a lot easier when I'm not six months pregnant. Eventually, I manage to fit myself through, though. I step into Jude's room, slightly out of breath and only a little sweaty.
"What are you doing?"
"Ahh!" I scream, jumping a foot into the air. I spin around to see Jude standing behind me, holding Dylan in his arms.
"Daddy's awake," she says. The little traitor.
"I see that," I say, and then scowl at him. "You scared the crap out of me."
"Yeah?" He smirks, leaning down to kiss me. "That wouldn't be a problem if you'd use the fucking door, princess."
"It could have been locked," I mumble against his lips.
"You have a key."
"It's at home."
"Why didn't you bring it?"
Because I had no intention of using it. Not that I'm telling him that.
"Forgot," I lie, cuddling up against his chest.
He snorts, not believing me for a minute. He never does. I swear he always knows when I'm lying. He has those ridiculous lawyer spidey senses. They can smell my bullshit a mile away. At least that's what I tell myself. I refuse to believe it's because I'm a terrible liar.
"We sneaked in to surpwise you, daddy," Dylan says.
Well, crap.
"Are you surpwised?"
"Very," Jude says somberly.
I'm so busted.
"Yay!" Dylan cheers.
"Why don't you go see what Aunt Gloria has in the kitchen for you, baby girl?" he says. "I bet she has cookies with your name on them."
"Oh, cookies!" Dylan whispers, wiggling in his arms to get down. Of course she whispers this time. Nothing speaks to her heart quite like chocolate.
Jude carries her to the door, unlocking it before he sets her on her feet. She immediately takes off, skipping down the hall. He shouts to Gloria to let her know that Dylan is coming out and then waits for Gloria to shout back before closing the door. The lock clicks into place, making my belly flip.
"Are you wearing panties under that pretty dress, princess?" he asks, leaning up against the door. His blue eyes rake over me, hot and wild.
"Yes."
