Page 116 of Other Woman Drama


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“You want to ride the bull?” my husband, the man of my dreams, the best person that I knew, asked.

“Yeah!” our two-year-old son, Rocky, screamed.

There was only one pitch of sound that came out of that boy’s mouth, and it was ear-piercing.

“Okay, hold on tight,” Piers ordered.

I watched as my son wrapped his entire little boy body around my husband’s hand and arm, his chest resting against the palm of Piers’s hand, and his legs and arms wrapped around his forearm and wrist.

“You ready?” Piers asked.

“Yeah!” again, my son screeched.

“Okay, you have to hold on for eight seconds to get a solid ride,” Piers urged.

“Okay!” Rocky said. “Ready!”

Then my husband started to rock his hand back and forth, and my heart soared.

A year ago, when my son was one, Piers would do this with Rocky, though at a much slower and less intense pace. Now, Piers actually intended for Rocky to fall off to the bed we were currently lounging on.

Rocky held on for the full eight seconds that Eedie called off, but barely.

He landed on the bed with a laughing cry and raised his fists up into the air in victory.

Piers grinned.

Then he full-body laughed when Eedie screeched, “My turn!”

Rocky squealed in excitement, because he loved his big sister with the power of a thousand suns, and clapped his hands.

Piers held out his hand, but he couldn’t hold her for long.

They all fell into a pile of laughter and giggles.

Piers dropped a kiss onto Eedie’s head before turning just in time to catch Rocky as he launched himself onto Piers.

Piers easily caught him—he was Superman with these kids—and tucked him in close. He hooked Eedie around the neck and pulled her in just as close.

Eedie was nineteen now, almost twenty, and in her first year as a journeyman to become a plumber, working under her Uncle Audric.

Audric was thrilled to have her, excited to pass on his knowledge to the next generation.

The soft whimper had me focusing on the other Webb child.

Our newest daughter, Mable.

Mable was three and a half days old, and the final piece of the Webb puzzle.

I had my tubes tied after Mable’s birth, and I was at peace.

I would’ve loved to have more kids, but Piers Webb wasn’t getting any younger, and according to him, he wanted to live life with me and our kids while he was still young enough to enjoy them.

Plus, I wasn’t getting any younger myself, and I didn’t want to have what the doctors considered a “geriatric pregnancy.”