“Now he doesn’t have to steal one,” Eros mutters.
“I’m going to steal one right now. Who’s with me?” Cosima asks, taking Damon’s hand.
“See, I get it from her.” Jax nods to his mom, who is already heading out of the game room where we’ve all been for the past hour. I was keeping the boys busy so they weren’t under foot.
“Trust me, I know where you get your attitude.” Cosima shoots me a glare over her shoulder, making my cock harden more than it already was just seeing her. I’ll have to steal her away later so we can have our own celebration where I can get a taste of the sweetness between those thighs of hers.
When we get to the kitchen, I see the first wave of pink. Everything has been transformed into a pink wonderland. The woman really does think of everything down to the tiniest of details.
We’re not in the city this weekend. We switch back and forth but have been spending more time out near the farm. Technically, it’s still the farm. There is so much land out here, but we built a house here when Cosima became pregnant with our second.
She wanted to be closer to Tova. Our kids are more like siblings than cousins. We have even created small roadways that you can use a Gator or golf cart to go from one house to another.
I could give a shit where we live as long as I am with Cosima. If it makes her happy, then I am happy. My wife puts a lot into what others are feeling, so I make sure she too is always taken care of.
“How are you so sure it’s gonna be a girl, Mama?” Jax asks her as she hands him his sparkling pink cupcake.
“I’m manifesting it,” she simply says as though that’s all the explanation that’s needed. I inwardly smile, loving that she hasn’t changed a bit.
I have no idea if manifesting works, but whenever I discover that she might bemanifestingsomething, I take the proper stepsto ensure it happens. This one, however, won’t be so easy. My wife wants to have a baby girl.
I told her I’ll keep knocking her up until it happens, but she swears this will be her last, which I understand. Cosima is a very hands-on mom, and there is only so much of her to go around.
“Manyafestin?” Jax questions with a mouthful of cupcake. Cosima wipes the corner of his mouth that is covered in frosting.
“Sometimes if you want something really bad, you try to will it into being.” She looks directly at me before shrugging her shoulders as though it’s as simple as that before taking a bite of her own cupcake.
I smile at the scene playing out in front of me. To others, Cosima’s logic would seem flawed, but I know my wife, and if anyone could actually manifest an outcome, it would be her. I might give a few small nudges.
“People are starting to show up,” I remind them as Jax goes for another cupcake.
“Hold on.” Cosima snags it from him. He lets out a huff; it sounds like his mother. Cosima splits the cupcake in half. “There.” She gives him one side, shoving the other inside her mouth. They both do it in one bite, making me laugh.
“The pool.” Cosima points to the back patio doors. “Wait till you guys see.”
This might be a party for her to celebrate the new baby, but she wanted to surprise the boys with parts of it too with fun games and everything you could think of. It’s why I’d kept them entertained in the game room.
Jax is already flying toward the patio, Damon following after him. Eros shakes his head but isn’t far behind.
“Anything I should know?” I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her into my side.
“I might have dyed the pool water pink.”
“All right.” I hold back a laugh. Cosima’s face scrunches.
“I might have manifested so hard it broke the pump, so, yeah, maybe no one gets in it.”
“I got it, babe,” I reassure her. I already knew about the pink pool idea, and it’s perfectly safe. Then, as if on cue, we hear a loud splash.
“Jax!” Cosima shouts, not having to see to know who has jumped into the pool.
She hurries out the glass doors to see Jax emerging from the pool. They might have put too much hot pink coloring into the water. I’m sure Cosima told them to keep dumping the dye and that there could never be enough pink.
“Mom! I need a shark fin; it looks like a murder scene.” Jax chomps his teeth like he is one.
He’s not wrong. I put my hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh. You can’t encourage Jax because he’ll take it up another notch. Eros has backed away, not wanting any of the dyed water on him.
"It might be a murder scene," Tova says, coming over to us and kissing Cosima on the cheek. I see the golf carts all parked off to the side. "After the whole pool boy thing."
