This year, Sienna went for space… and boy, did we get it.
I wasn’t expecting the luxury as well, but I’m not complaining.
Slipping into our room, my lips curl into a smile as soon as I hear the shower.
I tiptoe across to the porta-crib in the corner and check on Paris. She’s blissfully asleep, her blonde fluff golden and adorable. She is the sweetest little thing, her personality already starting to shine through. Like Jane, she’s slow to give you a smile, but when she does… it’s pure magic. She seems thoughtful and shy—yes, I know she’s only ten weeks old, but this is my fifth, and I can spot the differences between my children.
Seb was smiling at everyone from about six weeks old.
Charlotte was the same.
Dom and Jane would take their time, giving you long looks before deciding if they could trust you with a grin.
They’re not as slow these days, although Jane can still be painfully shy around people she doesn’t know. I’m really hoping she’ll outgrow that trait, but I get it. I was just the same.
“Love you, sweet girl,” I whisper, brushing my finger gently over Paris’s round cheek before heading for the en suite.
The door is ajar, and I peek my head in, relishing the exquisite view.
My man.
Still so big and powerful.
He’s standing in the massive shower. It’s so huge, it takes up one whole end of the bathroom. His hands are pressed against the tiles, his head under the water, steam rising around him.
I take my time, letting my gaze trail down his glorious body. His muscles are perfectly sculpted and that ass… mm-hmm… I love those butt cheeks, with that dimple on his right side and the way it curves down, turning into powerful thighs.
I love how strong he is.
Even after everything he went through at the end of last year, he’s still so Herculean. He’s already back at the gym, pumping iron, refusing to let injuries and deadly infections stop him. He’s being smart about it, building back up slowly, but his progress is amazing, and I’m still so incredibly grateful that I didn’t lose him.
My insides tremble as I flash back to that hospital room for just a moment and those awful days when he was so weak, he couldn’t even get out of bed.
But he made it, and now he’s standing naked in that shower, looking like a Greek god.
Biting my bottom lip, I force my eyes away so I can skip back over to our bedroom door and flick the lock.
The kids can live without me for twenty minutes, especially with a house full of aunts and uncles who can help them.
Unbuttoning my shirt as I walk back across the room, I let it drop off my shoulders, leaving it in a puddle on the floor, along with all my other clothes.
I’m kind of rushing, because I don’t want Wily to get out of the shower before I’m in there with him.
The water’s still running as I pull off my socks, jumping around the room and banging into the wall. I giggle, forcing myself to slow down. It’s hard to do with this jittery anticipation coursing through me.
We haven’t had sex in a very long time, with him getting injured, then sick, then me having Paris. I’m desperate for time with my man again.
Stopping by the bathroom door, I force myself to take a breath, then walk into the steam-filled space.
Wily’s still facing away from me as I open the glass door and slip in with him.
My arms circle his waist, and he flinches with fright until I lean my cheek against his broad back and feel a laugh rumble through him.
“Hey, pretty lady.”
“Hey, Coyote.” I kiss his back, water spraying my face when he turns to face me. I squeeze my eyes against it, then slip them back open when he blocks the water and cups my face.
His smile is huge, his lips beautiful when they press against mine.
