Stealing Beauty

Three hours later, I come home to three small babies wrapped up in our bed, snuggling their momma. I take out my phone and take a picture of my happiness, making it my home screen.

Kicking off my shoes, I go to bed, and I move the baby into her cradle next to the bed, then slide in between the boys and Marisol, holding my little family.

“Welcome home,” she murmurs sleepily. I lean down and steal a kiss.

“Thank you for all of this. Rest my queen.” She snuggles up against my chest.

This is the life. Stealing my beauty was the best decision I’ve ever made.

THE END