“How about we go out there?” Jericho says, lifting both kids, one in each arm.
“Can you be any hotter?” I ask, fanning myself as he walks by.
“You can find out later,” he says with a wink.
“Yep, you totally can.”
He’s my husband, so I get that luxury.
JJ
Later that night…
I close the book and carefully get up to put it back in the bookshelf, then slip out of the kids’ room without waking them.
They choose to share a room, which I know won’t last forever. Soon enough, they’ll be on each other’s nerves. Or maybe they’ll get to an age where they need their own space before that happens. But they’re twins, and we know their bond is different from other siblings. We’ve read up a lot on it, and it’s all quite interesting.
“Are they out?” Miles asks from the couch.
“Like a light,” I say, sitting beside him and pulling him to me.
“Did you look at that house I sent you?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“And?”
“Doesn’t feel right.”
He sits up to look at me, pinning me with a glare. “None of them look right. If you don’t want to move, you could just say it.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to move, Miles. I just like it here.”
“It’s crowded.”
“We have plenty of space up here, and Audrey and Noah are right downstairs.”
“Exactly,” he says with a nod. “I thought we were going to move somewhere with a bigger yard, into a better neighborhood, with good schools. You know… spread our wings and let Audrey spread hers.”
“The twins just turned four, Miles. We have time.”
He narrows his eyes. “Fine,” he relents. “I’ll let it go.”
It’s not that I don’t want to move. The idea of a bigger house with more space for the kids is great. But I’ve never had a family the way we have this right now, and I don’t want to let it go just yet. Moving would mean no more Audrey bursting in on Saturday mornings in her pajamas asking for pancake mix. And no more of Noah staying up here until midnight playing video games with me, even though he was supposed to be in bed already.
“Thank you.” I kiss the side of Miles’ head as his arm comes around my waist. We cuddle together and find a movie to watch. At some point, we hear the downstairs door open and then voices. Miles reaches for the remote to mute the TV and hurries over to the door, putting his ear to it to listen. I shake my head.
“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Shh!” he says. “I think it’s Leo.”
“And if it is?” I say.
“I just want to know, and she won’t tell me,” he hisses.
“Because she enjoys torturing you.”
“It’s terrible, right?” he complains. The voices disappear as another door opens and closes. He groans, then comes back to sit on the couch with me.
