Falling Fast

“Yep,” he replies, turning off the lamp on his side of the bed.

“Good.” I rest my head back down against his chest and start to close my eyes.

“Are you happy, baby?”

Squeezing his middle, I lift my head to look at him through the dark. “How could I not be happy? You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted, even the things I didn’t know I wanted,” I tell him, and his muscles under my arm tense. “Are you happy?”

“Fuck yeah.” His answer is immediate and firm, and my forehead drops to his chest. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I whisper against his skin before he drags me up his body using his hands under my arms. Once he has me where he wants me, he kisses me then shows me with his hands, mouth, and body just how much he loves me. And when he’s done, I know it’s a lot.

~**~

“No, no, no, no!” Gino shouts, and I look at my husband, who is grinning at our boy and watching him with his finger out shaking his hand at me.

“Who in the world taught him that word?” I ask, and Colton turns to look at me and grins even bigger.

“My guess is he learned it from you, since you tell him no all the time.”

“Uh, yeah, when he’s trying to do something he shouldn’t be doing, like jump off the arm of the couch, shove anything he can find into the electrical sockets, pulling the air vents out of the floor, or drop whatever he can get his hands on down said air vents. Or when he takes a mouthful of water and spits it out on the floor then tries to lick it up saying ‘puppy.’”

“See? You tell him no a lot,” he laughs, and I look at my son and sigh, and then look at my daughter and watch her studying her brother in utter fascination. Colton’s mom calls the kids Irish twins, since they are so close in age. We didn’t plan it like that. Gracie was a complete surprise to us. A good one, but still, we were not expecting to get pregnant right after Gino was born. Not that I would change a thing, but really, with the kids so close together, they are a handful, especially since Gracie wants to do everything her brother does. Which is exactly the thing she shouldn’t be doing.

Pulling my eyes from my daughter, I look at my husband then our son and close my eyes briefly, saying a silent thank you to whoever is up there watching over me. I really do have it all. I might have fallen fast, but I fell right into the perfect life.

The End