My Kind of Perfect (Finding Love 3)

“I’m serious.” He grabs his shirt from the floor and wipes the cum off me. “I’m getting old and can’t keep up with you. I’m not sure it’s normal to be this horny while you’re pregnant.”

I sit up, scooting off the bed, so I can get cleaned up properly. “So, what you’re saying is, I need to find a younger, more—”

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence,” Chase growls, pulling me into his arms. We’re both naked and sweaty, and when our bodies glide against each other, my girly parts clench in need.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

We both freeze.

The doorknob jiggles, and I pray to the parent gods Chase locked the door because I know I didn’t.

“Mom! Why is the door locked?” Hazel yells.

“Oh, thank God,” I mutter, making Chase laugh.

“Mommy! I’m hungry!” Eva shouts.

“Me too!” Hazel agrees. “We want pancakes.”

I roll my eyes. “Why are both of our kids calling for me and not you?”

Chase laughs. “Because we all agree you’re the cook in the family.”

“We’ll be right out,” we yell at the same time, making us both snort out a laugh.

We take a quick shower—despite me begging him for sex—and after we’re dressed, head downstairs.

“About time,” my dad grumbles. “You guys spend more time in your room than with us.”

Chase raises his palms in a placating manner. “That’s all your daughter. She’s horn—”

I elbow him, making him grunt and stop talking. “Where’s Mom?”

We’re all staying at their house in Breckenridge for the holidays, and even though it’s huge, with enough rooms for all of our families, I’m thinking it’s time we get our own place.

“She’s sitting on the porch having coffee with your sister and Micaela.”

“Ooh! I think I’ll join them.”

“Mom, wait,” Hazel says, her cute little hazel eyes pleading. At six years old, she looks so much like her father. She has Victoria’s black hair, but her features are all Chase. “Grandpa said we have to eat cereal.” Her button nose scrunches up.

My dad laughs. “There’s nothing wrong with cereal. Your mother grew up on it and she survived.”

Eva scoffs, her emerald green eyes that match mine glaring at my dad with her four-year-old going on fourteen attitude. “Mommy makes us pancakes and if we’re good, she puts chocolate chips and bananas in them.”

“Yeah,” Abigail says, joining in. “And they’re so good.”

“The best,” Dustin, my cousin Micaela’s son, agrees.

“They are,” Chase adds. “Especially when she adds peanut butter chips to them.”

“Did someone say peanut butter?” Lexi asks, walking into the room. Her hand goes to her protruding belly. At seven months pregnant, she’s due four weeks before me. “I love peanut butter.”

“Ewww.” Micaela gags, waddling into the room. “No peanut butter. It makes me sick.” She’s due only a week after Lexi.

Ryan groans. “I can’t handle this shit. Whose idea was it to let all of our wives get pregnant at the same time?”

Bella, Micaela’s mom, laughs. “I think it’s adorable. They’ll grow up and be close just like Micaela, Lexi, and Georgia are.” She glances at my dad. “Just like we were.”

Chase encircles me from behind, planting a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll make the pancakes. You go sit and drink your coffee.”

Mason coughs, “Get a room.”

“Good idea!” I grab Chase’s hand, tugging him down the hall.

“Butterfly,” he groans. “You can’t just use me like this. I need sustenance.”

“I’m hungry,” several of the kids whine.

“I can make the pancakes,” Lexi says.

“No!” everyone yells.

The End.