I have no clue how Nora’s still up; Sadie never had any energy in her first trimester.
I put my arms out and Belle jumps in them easily.
“Mmm, you smell good, lover boy.” She kisses my neck, then slides to the ground to continue dancing.
“The staff was sent home hours ago. I’m going to go inside and finish cleaning up.”
“Okay.” She winks, then shimmies her tits in my face. “Come back and play after.”
Fuck.
* * *
“What’s going on here?” I stand at the entrance to the bedroom, taking in the scene.
The lights are dimmed, casting a glowing shadow throughout the room, and from the lack of response, my voice echoes throughout.
Belle is curled in the middle of the bed, her favorite blanket wrapped tightly around her, while my sister is snuggled up close to her, fast asleep.
Nora, Evelyn, and Lola sit against the headboard on either side of them, and Declan, Wills, and Marco sit off to the side of the room.
Walking into a scene like this makes you think,How close is too close for friendships?
“Did everyone lose their ability to talk?”
“We’re christening our new bed on our housewarming night.” Belle winks.
“You’re right. That’s exactly what’s about to happen in ten seconds. I know Bucks and Nora are kinky as fuck and would love to see the show, but I don’t share. Out. Now, fuckers.”
Wills picks up a sleeping Sadie who doesn’t so much as flinch, and everyone else heads out.
“Hey, Lo, sleep here in one of the guest rooms. When he had to leave earlier, I promised Matthew that you wouldn’t go home alone.”
“Okay.” She yawns. “See you in the morning.”
Once everyone’s out of the room, I stalk over to my wife. “I hope you’re not tired.”
“Never for you.” She grins.
I lie on the bed facing her, taking in her beauty as I stroke her face.
“Tonight was a success.”
“It was like a true fairytale.” She leans in and kisses my dimples. “You’ve always been my fantasy, Jack.”
“Sweetheart, who needs a fantasy with a life like ours?”
“You’re a smooth talker, Mr. Peters.”
“I know I joke around a lot, but I hope you know I mean everything I say to you. You are my life, B. You’ve opened my eyes to love and to a future I thought was so out of reach that I never even dreamed of it.”
“Oh, Jack,” she whispers, gulping down her tears.
“Now, if you want to live out a real fantasy, get on your hands and knees, Mrs. Peters.” I smack her ass, and she laughs loudly.
“With pleasure.” She sighs.
Reaching over, I dim the lights and quickly glance at our original Vegas wedding bands framed beside the bed.
