My Babies and Me

“I’m serious, Susan,” Michael said, afraid to see her risk another pregnancy. She’d made it through the last one; why did they have to take any more chances? “You’d be forty-two by the time it was born.”

“Yeah?” she challenged. “So?”

“I’m worried about you. Another pregnancy could wear you out. Not to mention midnight feedings all over again.”

Susan leaned down until she was lying against him, her generous breasts pushing against his chest. “It’ll be a piece of cake,” she said, kissing him lingeringly. “After those two, I can handle feedings in my sleep.”

She kissed him again, and Michael forgot why her words were nonsense. He forgot everything except how very much he loved her. How thankful he was that she’d waited for him to come to his senses and bind himself to her completely and forever.

And as they slowly, naughtily, brought in the joyous holiday, he made his first installment on another blessed event. He didn’t know why he’d even bothered arguing.

Surely he’d learned by now that when Susan put her mind to something, she always got her way.