"You aren't going anywhere." He grumbles in his deep morning voice.
"How am I supposed to surprise you with breakfast if you don't let me sneak away?" I sigh, leaning over and kissing him.
"I want to make breakfast with you, little fox. I want to do everything with you. You are my entire world. You, and my son and the other little one growing in your belly."
"Well, then you had better get your ass out of bed because the one growing in my belly is demanding a three-course meal ofpancakes, berry oats, and avocado toast." I laugh, wiggling away again.
Dante lets me go, but he is up and out of bed to follow me before I even reach the door.
He grabs me from behind and lifts me off the floor, hugging me as he carries me into the kitchen.
Down the hall, I hear Damion waking up and calling for me.
"I'm in the kitchen, baby," I call back, still laughing.
Damion comes through rubbing his sleepy little eyes, so I scoop him into my arms, leaning against the kitchen counter and giving him a little good morning cuddle.
"Daddy is making us pancakes," I say, pointing to Dante as he pulls out mixing bowls and eggs and sugar.
"For my brother as well," Damion says to Dante.
"Actually, your brother is the one who demanded pancakes." Dante laughs, walking over to me and placing his hand over my belly.
"He's here?" Damion squealed in excitement.
"Now you've got him going again." I laugh, setting him on the floor so that he runs in overexcited circles.
Dante crouches down to his level.
"He's growing in Mommy's tummy. He's all safe and warm in there. He will only come out when he gets too big for her tummy."
"When?" Damion complains, pouting out his bottom lip.
"Did you decide the little one is a 'he' too now?" I ask, nudging Dante with my foot and pushing him off balance.
He laughs and stands up. "A family of boys. I think it will be great."
I wrap my arms around Dante's waist and hold him tight against me. My heart is so full and happy that I can't imagine my life being any more perfect than this moment.
I truly am the luckiest girl alive.
"I love you, little fox," Dante whispers against my hair.
"And me?" Damion tugs at Dante's pants. He chuckles and leans down to pick him up, squishing him in between us. "I love you the most, little guy."
"More than dinosaurs?" he asks, enjoying every minute of this.
"Even more than all the dinosaurs that ever existed anywhere."
Damion grins and wraps his tiny arms around Dante's neck. I look at the man I love, his bright blue eyes locking with mine and my heart thundering.
"My life is perfect," I whisper to him.
THE END
