Baby Blues - A Vegas Baby Novella

“It still cracks me up how different Will is from the straitlaced lawyer I thought he was when you first met him,” Belle said. “I was a little worried you would walk all over him with your bossy ways, but it turned out to be a total non-issue because that man doesn’t let you get away with anything.”

“Like you can talk. Your rock star barely lets you out of his sight,” Aurora retorted.

“Back to your corners, sisters,” Ariel instructed. “Before there’s bloodshed in Addilyn’s kitchen and big brother kicks all our asses for upsetting her.”

“Yeah, even his love for us wouldn’t save us then,” Belle agreed.

“C’mon, he’s not that bad,” Addilyn insisted.

“Uh-huh.” Aurora’s tone sounded doubtful.

“You don’t hear me complaining. I love my big caveman,” Addilyn insisted even though she still pretended to give me a hard time when she thought I was being too protective.

“That’s a good thing since our big brother somehow became the most ridiculous of them all, which is funny as heck since he gave our guys such a hard time before he met you,” Belle teased.

“I like how protective he is with the kids and me,” Addilyn added.

“You better,” I rumbled as I strode into the kitchen and over to her side. After I plopped the ice cream on the counter, I pulled her close and devoured her mouth in a kiss that was hot enough to have my sisters pretending to puke. Ignoring them, I bent my head to her ear, and murmured, “Because you’re stuck with me forever, and I’m going to give you a very thorough reminder of why when I have you all to myself in our bedroom later tonight.”

My wife’s eyes were hazy and heavy-lidded when I pulled away. “Like you ever need an excuse,” she whispered.

“Not when it comes to loving you, baby.” I brushed my lips over hers. “That’s what I was born to do.”

Her eyes were heated as she nodded her head. “And you do it so well.”

“Compliments won’t stop me from heating your ass up tonight,” I warned in a low tone.

Addilyn had been quick to defend me…but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to spank her anyway. Not when she loved it as much as I did. A happy wife meant a happy life, after all. And ours was fucking joyful.