Her smirk heats through me. “I've had a very stressful day looking after all of our children, while it’s quiet, it’s time for my husband to take care of his wife.”
Grinnning, I say, “Yes, Ma’am.”
Mason is smoking on his front porch and though I can’t think of my balls without my entire body curling in on itself, I can leave knowing I'm the reason for the smile on my old lady’s face.
I join my brother and take his pack of cigarettes. Lighting up, I ask, “I take it you haven’t had a call yet?”
“No.”
“Me either, though you won’t believe the conversation I just had.”
I pull out the pamphlet, and he takes one look and tells me, “I’ll be right back.”
He's in the house no longer than a minute before he’s dropping his ass back down beside me.
He holds up the same pamphlet and I laugh.
“I wasn’t laughing when she threw this at me before leaving the hospital.”
“Em’s waited till today. Sex is off the table until my swimmers have been murdered.”
“Aspen has basically threatened the same. She keeps reminding me of everything I put her through because twins run in my family. The whole thing is apparently my fault and probably will be for the rest of our lives.”
I laugh. “Em gave me a whole list of everything she went through until I agreed. What have you said?”
He takes a drag on his cigarette and stares back at his house.
“I told her I'd do it, but it took a while to get my head around it. When she was in labor, I'd never felt so helpless, but after we brought the babies home, I thought we’d eventually have another, but then when the twins are up every night, I don’t think we could go through it again.”
“Try having four, brother.” I snort. “Do you think we’ll get a discount booking double appointments?”
“Doubt it.”
“We’ve got six kids between us and at the moment, they’re easier to handle than the club.”
He lights another cigarette and says, “You’re not wrong, brother.”
16
Cas
“You wanna hear a joke?” Ricky says.
“Not really, I can’t remember the last time you said anything funny,” Sparky grunts and I smirk.
“Fuck you, asshole. I’m known for funny jokes.”
“Who the fuck told you that?” Sparky argues.
“Everyone who fuckin’ laughs, maybe.”
“How many times do we have to tell ya, they’re laughing at you, not with you.”
Brothers around the table laugh and Ricky frowns.
“See,” Sparky continues.
“Don’t worry about it, Rick, my daughter strangely believes you’re funny,” Pope says.
