When she wiggles her round ass against me, I slide my hand to her hip. “Canoodling.”
“What’s a canoodle?” she asks, giggling.
“Like what we did last night,” I murmur. “But quieter.”
She snorts. “Does that thing ever sleep in?”
“Not around you.”
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!”
The chant carries down the hall like a siren.
Pix freezes. “What was that?”
“That was dad life waking up.”
She sits straight up. “I’ll make them breakfast.”
I climb over her and gently pin her back down. “Don’t you move, woman,” I whisper. “Sleep.” I give her a kiss. “One of us should.”
Pix settles back against the pillow, and we stare at each other for that suspended second that makes me wish this could happen every morning.
Our beautiful moment shatters when something crashes down the hall, snapping me back to reality with a thud.
I steal one more kiss, then I’m gone, cinching my robe as I rush down the hall.
In the living room, Connor and Ollie are crouched on the floor, scooping flowers back into a fallen vase, while Snooki presses a pillow down to soak up the spreading water like she’s containing a crime scene.
I take a meditative breath. In through the nose. Out through the mouth.
At least the vase was metal.
“What’s going on?” I ask, using my calmest you woke Dad voice.
Three kids. Wide eyes. Collective shock.
Connor blinks. “Is it true?”
True that I just got cockblocked by my evil offspring? Yeah, it’s true.
I stare at him evenly. “Is what true?”
Ollie points with a hand of dripping flowers. “Are you and Ava Alvarez…”
Snooki clasps her hands like she’s about to cry.
“…married?”
Oh.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 45
Ava
I’ve just pulled a T-shirt over my head when the door flies open, and Harrison rushes in.
