She was probably too tired.
She stayed like that and let me do what I wanted with her.
How fucking sexy.
And if history were anything to go by, our kids would be waking up soon.
Sure enough, I heard a sound coming from outside our bedroom.
Isa shot me a look, grinning a little. I rolled my eyes and slapped her ass cheek.
She glared at me and rubbed the sore flesh. Poor baby.
“Go shower,” I said to her. “I’ll take care of the kids.”
I moved over to the sink and grabbed a clean cloth, quickly cleaning myself up before heading out the door. I turned back to look at her. She was still in the same position, and my cock twitched. Fuck me.
As much as I loved my kids—and I did love them, more than my own fucking life—I really missed the days when it was just the two of us, and I could just fuck my wife whenever I wanted.
She laughed when she caught the look on my face. “Go.”
I let out a small sigh and headed over to the walk-in closet to throw on some clothes before walking out of the room.
And I was instantly surrounded.
By three little monsters—princesses.
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”
I looked at each of them, and they all seemed to talk at once.
I didn’t know what the fuck any of them was saying. I held up my hand, and they quieted.
“Are you hungry?” I asked them. It was early morning, and they were still in their pajamas, their hair messy and tangled. We were going to have a time of it trying to detangle their bedheads.
Especially Lilah’s, our eldest. She insisted on keeping it long.
Both Aurora and Isabella, my middle and youngest, made an “up” motion with their arms, and I picked them up. We headed downstairs to the kitchen, with Lilah leading the way.
They talked the entire time. I was only half listening, considering I had heard their stories last night.
It wasn’t like they had so much going on in their lives right now that they needed to talk constantly.
I winced when Isabella’s voice got high-pitched.
What the hell were they talking about?
I placed them down on their seats. “Be good and Daddy will make you some pancakes,” I said.
They all cheered.
They were all about pancakes now. And if we allowed it, they would have pancakes for all three of their meals.
I smiled a little at their excitement, wanting to hold onto this moment a little longer. It wouldn’t be long before they would grow up and no longer get excited over the little things.
So I made them breakfast.
And I enjoyed every moment of it.
