“Hopefully it’s a quick-drying blue,” I say with a smile. They both look over at me with matching green eyes and chin dimples as they grin. Grace’s red hair is a wild mess and she’s wearing one of about a million ridiculously overpriced princess dresses.
“Don’t worry, Mommy, it is. And I’m almost done.” She paints the last nail with a flourish. “See? Ta-da!”
“Fantastic job. Now go find your sister. She wants to French braid your hair.”
“Okay.” She’s off like a shot, yelling, “Lizzie Bean! I’m coming!”
Grace is Bean’s biggest fan. Which isn’t really that surprising.
I didn’t think Bean and I could be closer than we already were, but we’ve found new levels over the last few years. We had always planned to raise our kids around each other someday, and that’s exactly what we’re doing as much as possible.
Sure, it’s a little bit unconventional to some people. One three-year-old calling another three-year-old Auntie Gracie usually raises a few eyebrows. Bean takes great pleasure in calling me Mama Minnie in public and thinks it’s hilarious when her daughter calls me Gramaminnie.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Alex stands and walks toward me. His hair is a little more silver at the temples than it was when I met him, but I think my husband somehow gets even more good-looking every day.
“What’s that smirk for?” he asks.
I point at my face. “This smirk?”
“Uh-huh.” He nods and then dips his head, kissing the smirk off me.
“There was a time when you said you’d choose almost anything over a manicure.”
“Well, we didn’t have such an amazing manicurist in the family then.”
“True.”
He rubs his hand gently over my small baby bump. “Think this one will want to do my eyeshadow?”
“Still convinced you’re destined to be a girl dad?” Next week, we’ll find out what we’re having this time. Grant’skeeping track, and last I heard, most of our friends and family agree with Alex.
He shrugs a shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind being a girl dad forever, sunshine. I’ll be happy no matter what.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Yeah, I know, Mr. Delgado,” I say in a sultry voice I know he loves.
He groans. “Damn it, Amelia. I’m supposed to be getting in a big ass van with your dad and a bunch of other guys in like ten minutes to go to the golf course.”
I nip at his chin. “Well, I know exactly what we can do for those ten minutes.”
With a growl, he kisses me. My sex drive is off the charts right now. Even more than it was when I was pregnant with Grace.
Alex closes and locks the door without taking his mouth off mine. Within seconds, my clothes are on the floor, and his lips are on my clit. He has me panting and coming on his tongue in no time before picking me up to set me on my hands and knees. When he enters me from behind, we both groan at the pleasure.
“God, you feel so fucking good.”
“Hard, Alex. Fuck me hard.”
He pulls most of the way out, slams back into me, and does exactly as I ask. His pace is fast and hard, and a second orgasm builds up.
“Oh, fuck,” I sob quietly, exploding around him as he fills my pussy with his release.
His arms hold me up and then guide me to my side. We lie on the bed wrapped up in each other until a knock sounds on the door.
“Hey, are you two done with your…adult activities? We want to go shopping!”
I snort a laugh. “We’ll be downstairs in two minutes, Bean.”
