I roll my eyes at his sweet voice. It’s precious, don’t get me wrong, but damn. They know exactly how to pull on my soft husband's heart strings.
“Like me?” he murmurs, clearing his throat. “What does that mean, exactly?”
Asher bounces on his toes. “We built a logging camp, Daddy! With tractors and trees and everything!”
“Really?” Logan asks, his voice sounding a little too damn choked up for my liking. “That’s awe—”
“Logan Huxley!” I whisper-hiss, shoving his shoulder. “Dirt isbad, remember!”
“Wanna see it, Daddy?” Archer cries, jumping up and down. “Come look! It’s so cool!”
I watch Logan hesitate, and I know he’s beating himself up right now. He’s happy that his boys are proud. That they want to be just like him. But he also knows they did something wrong and he hates having to be the one to dampen their spirits. I hate it, too, and they are just so damn cute…
“No, thank you,” Logan murmurs, surprising me. He rolls his neck and pops his knuckles. “As much as I appreciate you boys loving Daddy’s work so much, you broke a rule. You’re notsupposed to bring outside things inside. You’re also not allowed outside without an adult to watch you. Lastly, you ran from your Mama, and I’m guessing you snuck outside.”
He gives me a questioning look, and I nod, gratitude and love filling me. I’m not alone in this. Never alone.
Logan jerks a nod. “So here’s what’s going to happen. First, we’re going to clean up the mess.” They start to protest, but he nips it in the bud immediately. “Nope. We’re cleaning. Then dinner, baths, and an early bedtime.”
The boys whine their protests, but Logan turns to me. He grips my face and pulls me in for a sweet, lingering kiss. When he pulls away, I’m breathing hard and feeling dazed.
“Did you plan on anything for dinner?” he murmurs, running his fingers through my hair.
“There’s a lasagna in the fridge.”
He nods, his eyes flicking between mine, seeing all too much. “You’re tired, baby doll.”
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
Logan watches me for a long moment and lets out a long breath. “Go take a bath. I’ll clean up the mess and get dinner started.”
I shake my head, but he freezes me with another kiss. “You had them all day, baby. I’m on Daddy duty now.”
“You worked. I—”
“So did you,” he says fiercely. “You worked all day. In fact, you worked way damn harder than I did. Chasing after the boys is a full-time job. Taking care of our big ass house is a full-time job” He presses a kiss to each eyelid. “And taking care of you is my job. My favorite job.”
My throat burns.
I love this man more than air.
“Now, go take a bath and relax. Light a candle, drink some wine, read a book. You’re officially off work.”
He helps me from the counter and hugs me close, rubbing knots from my shoulders until I’m practically standing in a puddle of goo. When I’m thoroughly relaxed and biting back moans, he chuckles and pats my ass.
“Off you go, baby doll,” he commands, spinning me toward the stairs. Right before I reach them, he calls, “If your book is smutty, you’re not allowed to take care of yourself until I get there.”
I shoot him a glare. “You’re not the boss of me!”
Logan tips his head back and barks out a rumbling laugh. “That’s cute, baby doll. Real cute.”
I smile, but as I rush up the stairs, it’s not a dirty book I’m thinking about. The only thing on my mind is the little plastic stick I left on the counter.
Please.
Please.
Please.
