“Brother number three!” Matilda yelled from her chair.
“What’s that all about?” Duke asked as he delivered Bennet to a chair and poured him some Cheerios.
I couldn’t help but admire my gorgeous husband who’d changed into shorts and a t- shirt. The strong biceps, the chiseled chest contour I could see through his shirt. His tattoos were on full display and the whole package made me want to drag him back upstairs and yank his clothes all off.
“Nothing, Boss. We’re just keeping track of all the important things we love.”
“Oh, in that case keep counting, Tilda cause Daddy’s surrounded by all five of his greatest loves.”