“Sorry,” he grunts, not sounding sorry at all. “Didn’t know she was taken.”
Rolling my eyes, I point to the boys. “They literally look exactly like me.”
“Down to the outfit,” Shiloh mutters, giving me a look. “I didn’t realize you were staking your claim.”
Grinning down at her, I shrug. “Baby doll, I staked my claim on you a long time ago. You’re mine and you will be even long after I’m gone. Get used to it.”
“Caveman.”
She scoffs, pulling from my hold. I reluctantly release her, but when I suddenly see her sway, I quickly grip her hip, steadying her.
“Shiloh?” I murmur, worried. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, her nails digging into my hand. “Baby doll, what’s wrong?”
Ash sniffles and leans forward to get to her, but I hold him back. His brother sits up from where he’d been resting against her shoulder and gives her a nervous look.
“What’s wrong with Mama?” they both ask in their creepy, unison way.
I carefully turn her toward me and brush some loose strands of hair from her cheek. “Yeah. What’s wrong with Mama?”
She smiles reassuringly, but she can’t mask the dark circles under her eyes. “Just got a little dizzy.” Leaning forward, she presses a kiss to both their cheeks, then mine. “Nothing a little food won’t fix, hmm?”
“Corndog!” Ash yells at the same time Archer says, “Chicky nuggies!”
Shiloh chuckles, booping their noses. “I’m not sure they have either of those here, but I did see some yummy looking popcorn and snow cones near the ring toss.”
“Games!” they cry, bouncing around wildly. Shiloh groans and I quickly scoop Arch from her arms so I’m holding them both.
I give her a skeptical look. “You sure you’re okay, baby doll?”
She smiles. “I’m fine, just a little hot.”
“In the shade?” I drawl. “In May? It’s like sixty degrees out here.”
Shiloh tosses her ponytail over her shoulder and turns away. “I’m always hot, Logan. That’s what happens when you’re thick everywhere.”
My eyes slide down to herverythick ass. “Thick indeed,” I murmur huskily. “Thick fucking indeed.”
Ash pokes my eye. “Swear jar, daddy.”
Archer smacks my shoulder and gasps. “That was a big bad word, too, brover. Big bad!”
Ash bobs his head. “Double dollars in the jar, then.”
My wife turns, walking backward, and gives me a massive smile as she takes the three of us in. “Yeah, Daddy. You’re bad.”
The heated look I give her tells her everything she already knows.
“I’ll show you bad, Mrs. Huxley,” I call, before mouthing,“In the bedroom.”
Her head falls back with a throaty laugh that goes straight to my throbbing cock. “Oh no! Was that a dad joke? Terrible!”
I grin. I don’t give a fuck if the joke was bad. As long as it keeps her smiling and laughing like that, I’ll do it.
And so much more.
“Mama! I want a pony just like this one!” Archer shouts, making the full size horse,notpony, startle with a whinny. “Look! He’s so cute.”
The animal’s handler chuckles and bends to meet our son’s eyes.
