I press a kiss to her head. “Can’t help it, Sha. Still feels like a dream.”
She lifts her eyes to mine. “If this is a dream, don’t wake up.”
Her lips find mine, soft at first, then deeper. My hand slides down her spine as heat ignites between us.
“The twins are still asleep,” she whispers. “Ingrid has the monitor.”
“Mmm.” My lips trail along her jaw. “What’re you sayin’, baby?”
“I’m saying let’s make the most of what time we have before kid duty starts.”
“Oh, I like where your thinkin’ is, baby.” I lean in, moving over the top of her, my lips finding hers. It’s been a month of figuring out how my new body moves, but we’ve been making it work. I let out a groan when her fingers slide down my scarred back. The sensation doesn’t jar me anymore. It ignites me, just like it used to. I rock my hips into her, causing a soft moan to escape her lips as my cock begins to harden.
My lips trail kisses down her neck, before I slide the strap from her shoulder, to reveal her breast, and lean down, takingher nipple between my teeth. She moans as I suck in the after effects, my fingers sliding between us, beneath her panties, reaching for her—
Suddenly, the door bursts open. “Daddy!” Immy launches herself onto the bed, landing next to us with a giggle that lights up my soul. Her wild curls bounce, ice-blue eyes sparkling.
I should be frustrated. But looking at my daughter grinning, all I can do is laugh.
I smirk down at Kaia, rolling off her, trying to ignore my raging boner and slide into position on the bed beside Kaia, letting Immy move in between the two of us. “Whatcha doin’, baby girl?” I scoop her up as Kaia tugs the sheet, face flushed and laughing.
“Ingrid said I could wake you up. It’s time for pancakes!”
“What kind?”
“Chocolate chip! With extra chips! An’ whipped cream! An’ sprinkles!”
Ingrid appears in the doorway, Louis balanced on her hip. “Sorry. This one couldn’t wait to see her daddy.”
“S’all good.” I stand, rearranging myself and setting Immy on the bed.
“Daddy was givin’ Mama kisses!” Immy announces.
Ingrid’s laugh echoes down the hall. “I’m sure he was, sweetie. Let’s let them get dressed.”
Immy scrambles off, planting a wet kiss on my scarred cheek before racing after Ingrid.
“She’s fearless,” Kaia says softly, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Just like her daddy.”
I turn in her embrace. “I’m not fearless anymore. Used to be I didn’t give a fuck about dyin’.” My hands frame her face. “But now? Now I got everythin’ to lose. You, Immy, Lynx, and Trina, that’s a life worth livin’.”
“You’re still the bravest man I know.”
“Nah. Comin’ back was selfish, but I needed you too damn much to stay gone.”
“Good.” She kisses me. “I’m glad Carol found you and brought you home.”
We dress and head downstairs. The kitchen is organized chaos. Ingrid’s flipping pancakes, South’s pouring coffee, his long hair pulled back, and Immy’s adding chocolate chips to the bowl while eating just as many.
“Uncle Hurricane,” Louis squeals, toddling over.
I scoop him up, tossing him until he giggles.
South hands me coffee, black.
“Twins still asleep?”
“For now.” I sip. “Give ’em twenty minutes.”
