Her hands come down on my bare chest. She’s not working today and I’ve got her all to myself. “I don’t feel right.” She wiggles against me. I fight a groan as she rubs against my cock. Her robe falls off one shoulder.
“Trust me. You felt fucking perfect this morning,” I tease her. She rolls her eyes at me but fights a smirk.
“I’m being serious.” As she says it she brushes her nose across my chest.
“I think it’s time to go home.” She stops moving altogether. She peeks up at me through her eyelashes. There have been many nights through the years we’ve lain in bed together planning our lives. When we talked about kids we always said when it was time we’d head back home.
“I’m retiring.” I give a small shrug. Her mouth falls open. “Plus, I knocked you up.” Her eyes go so round I fight not to laugh. “It’s my turn to give. I’m going to be one of those stay-at-home dads.” I smile thinking about it. I never had a dad. Not until Ace’s.
Plus, I know our parents will want to be hands-on. I also know Ace will feel a whole lot better knowing she has all of us to help. Not to mention it has always been her dream to work beside her dad. Now she can do that. She has made all of my dreams come true and now it is my turn to return the favor.
“But-” She starts to shake her head. That mind of hers is finally playing catch-up.
“I’m not resigning my contract. We’re going home.” I grab her chin to stop her head from slowly shaking back and forth. “We’re growing our family. We got this. We’re going to have it all.”
Her eyes start to fill with tears but a smile forms on her plump lips. “I love you.”
“Love you too, Ace.” I kiss her long and deep. She wraps around me as I carry her back to our bed where I can make love to her again. We’ll always be each other’s home but I am taking her back to where it all started. To where she turned me from a boy to a man.
Epilogue
Alice
Five years after that
I climb into my car and sit for a minute before starting the engine and heading home. I performed a five-hour open heart surgery and saved a life today. My adrenaline always runs high after a successful surgery. Not every day is a successful one but today has been. I am anxious to get home to Owen and my babies. They may not be little anymore but they will forever be my babies. The thought of heading home to Owen brings a smile to my face. He retired from the Jets like he said he would and became Mr. Mom. He loves every single minute of it too. I couldn’t have asked for a better husband or father.
When we built our dream home Owen made sure it was close to the hospital but far enough out to give us the space for a big yard. I was pretty calm when I realized I was pregnant. Owen always has a calming effect on me. Then I found out it was twins. That’s when I kind of lost my cool. When I look back I know how crazy I was being. Owen makes parenting look easy and that’s saying a lot. Our boys can be wild at times but they can also be too smart for their own good. They’ve got a little bit of both of us in them. Those dimples they shoot at me don’t help when they’re doing something they aren’t supposed to. I might not be immune to them but luckily Owen is. After all these years, I am still a sucker for his.
I hit the button for the gates to swing open before I pull down our long driveway. The house is lit up. I already know what I’m going to see when I enter the kitchen. My husband in there cooking dinner. Our boys will either be helping him or playing a game at the kitchen island. I am so proud of the family that we’re raising. Each time that I walk in the door and see them it reminds me that a simple act of kindness in a mall has brought us a lifetime of happiness. That moment in time connected Owen and me, and for that I am grateful.
When I open the side door the smell of spaghetti fills my nose. My stomach growls. My man can cook. Thankfully one of us can. I don’t know how but we always offset the other somehow. Owen says it’s because we’re a perfect match. The feeling of hunger is welcome after throwing up this morning. It only took one test for me to know why. I am pregnant. This one wasn’t planned either. I laughed when I read the results. I forgot my shot again. I almost think I’ve subconsciously done it both times. Owen offered to get snipped a few years ago when we talked about having more kids and I was on the fence. He told me to say the word and he’d have it done. Joked his balls were in my court. I know I wasn’t that behind on my shot. Owen’s nickname Fast isn’t only for the field. His semen has the same quickness at getting the job done.