I pursed my lips. “Who’s the whipped cream for?”
Yeah, yeah, we were supposed to be talking seriously, but when my hot husband utters whipped cream and naked in the same sentence, consider me distracted.
A shit-eating grin transformed his face. “You don’t know?”
“You shouldn’t poke a horny bear, baby.”
He leaned in to whisper, “I’d rather the horny bear poke me.”
I growled and stood, lifting him as I went.
“Oh, what big muscles you have,” he squealed.
I threw my head back and laughed. “Fuck off.”
He laughed too, and soon, we ended up grinning at each other in the confines of the bathroom. The Adam’s apple in his throat bobbed, and the humor in his eyes softened. “I wish we didn’t have to go downstairs.”
Pulling him against me, I nuzzled his cheek. “How about I take you out to dinner tonight? Just me and you. Some one-on-one time.”
“Talk dirty to me, frat boy.”
I smiled. “And maybe dessert will include that whipped cream you were talking about.”
His arms slid around my neck. “You have really good ideas.”
“That a yes?”
“That’s a hell yes.”
I kissed him quickly, then stepped back to finish dressing.
On the way downstairs, he tugged my hand. “T? What were you going to say back there?”
I told him, and the look on his face made my heart swell. Like I handed him the moon and stars and not just an idea.
“Our family is the moon and stars to me, T.”
Confused, I met his stare. “You doing that mind-reading thing again?”
His teeth flashed, and the skin around his eyes wrinkled. “You’re doing that talking out loud thing again.”
“So you like the idea?”
“I more than like. This is exactly why I could never do parenting without you.”
“You could,” I refuted.
His head tilted, lips pursed. “But why would I want to?”
I smiled. “So green light?”
“Bright green. We can talk details at dinner tonight.”
I scoffed. “We both know you will somehow have already found what you want online.”
“What’s online?” Ivy asked, stepping from behind the massive fridge door.
“If that fridge got any bigger, it would need its own zip code,” Drew quipped.
