Page 119 of A Wild Card Kiss

After that, she’ll make some videos, and then work with Olive and Zachary.

When she rushes downstairs, she calls behind her, “You’ll do great, Abby! Love you.”

“Love you, Katie,” Abby shouts.

Then my wife returns to me, kisses my cheek, and gives Mia a big hug. “Miss you already, sweetie,” she whispers to our little girl.

I walk Katie to the door, hand her her purse and phone, then steal another kiss—a lingering, sweet kiss that makes me think of the dirty things I’ll do to her tonight.

“Mmm. Later, I want to strip you out of those yoga clothes,” I say, eyeing her salaciously.

She leers right back at me. “Do you have any idea what you do to my ovaries when you talk dirty while you hold our baby?”

“I do,” I say. “I definitely do.”

She grabs one more quick kiss. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

She leaves, and I shut the door behind her. After I clean up, I grab a BabyBjörn, strap it on my chest, and put Mia in it as Abby bounds downstairs.

“I’m ready for school!”

“Let’s do it, little bear.”

Abby grabs her backpack and slings it over her shoulders, and we leave the house like that. With Mia on my chest and Abby holding my hand, I walk my oldest child to school.

And then I’ll spend the day with my youngest.

And the night with the love of my life.

Nowthat’swinning.