His Love

After she fed the baby, we played with him until he fell back asleep. Blair and I watched him for a few minutes, enjoying the life we’d made for ourselves. I stood behind her with my hands resting on her growing belly. We only had around eight weeks left before we’d meet our daughter.

Once the doc gave her the “all clear” I was honest enough with myself to know that the Neanderthal wouldn’t be too far in the shadows. She’d more than likely be bred again by the time our baby girl was three months old.

I removed one of my hands but kept the other on Blair’s waist and guided her next door to our room. I flipped on the monitor and shut the door before going to work on removing Blair’s clothes.

“About trying new things…” I trailed off, and she gave me a sassy look, making me laugh. “I’d like to get back to the attempt to turn one baby into two.” I flashed her a cheesy grin, and she giggled.

“You just want to go for six,” she argued.

“That should do it, don’t’ you think?”

Blair rolled her eyes. “I think five’s my limit, babe.”

I proved her wrong on two counts.

First, I got her to seven.

Second, it seemed turning one baby into two wasn’t as impossible as it seemed.

After Blair delivered our daughter, the doctor blanched while looking at the computer screen, then yelled for the staff to get ready for another one.

They told us that little Jenna had been hiding Dani, and no one had realized it was twins until the birth.

I still maintained that it was the seventh orgasm.

Epilogue

Blair

Four and a half years later…

Watching Justice play with our children was one of my favorite things. He was such a great father. Justice was involved in every aspect of the kids’ lives. K-Corp was more successful than ever, but he and Thatcher had quickly learned how to delegate to make time for what was important to them.

Justice even took over Trevor’s t-ball team last year…after he got into it with the coach for supposedly flirting with me. I hadn’t noticed anything inappropriate, but Justice insisted that the guy kept staring at me and had to go. I didn’t argue since his possessive displays gave me a little thrill. It also didn’t hurt that Trevor thought having his daddy as his coach was the best thing ever.

Of course, that led to his sisters complaining because Justice wasn’t their coach too. The twins were four, and they weren’t used to hearing no very often since they had their daddy and big brother wrapped around their little fingers. Rubbing my rounded belly, my lips curved up in a smile as I thought about how much Jenna and Dani had pestered their tumbling class teacher until she agreed that I could assist her.

But that had only lasted a few months before we found out we were expecting our fourth child. Justice tended to treat me like I was breakable when I was pregnant—except when he lost control in bed. And even then it was only to a certain extent. He didn’t let go quite as much as normal.

Justice definitely didn’t trust a bunch of rambunctious preschoolers to roll around on the mats with me. Especially not when he’d waited three years to knock me up again so I could finish my bachelor’s degree. It’d been difficult with three babies at home, and I’d only managed it because of Justice’s support. He wanted me to have everything I desired, and I’d learned early on in our relationship that he’d go to whatever lengths needed to make sure I got it. Not that he found taking the kids to the in-house daycare at K-Corp a hardship. Quite the contrary, he loved being able to pop in to see them throughout the day. And now that I was done with school, I was on site too because I’d taken over the running of the daycare so Pandora could retire. It was the perfect job for me, surrounded by kids—including all of my own until Trevor started kindergarten in the fall—and close to my husband.

“Help us get Daddy,” the twins screeched in unison.

“Noooooo,” Justice cried when Trevor switched sides and teamed up with the girls to reach up and tickle his sides and belly.

I’d been watching from the doorway of their playroom without any of them noticing me, but then a giggle slipped past my lips when Justice staggered backwards and crashed to the floor in an exaggerated fall. All four heads turned in my direction, and big grins split their precious faces.

“Wanna tickle Daddy, too?” Trevor offered, his gray eyes twinkling with delight. “I’ll hold him down so he can’t get you back.”

“Yeah, Dani and me can grab his arms,” Jenna added, climbing over Justice’s body to wrap her little hands around his left bicep.