But that was okay.
“Hey,” my wife whispered.
I looked up to find her in the kitchen with a cookie in her hand.
I walked around the couch and headed for her, kissing her hard.
“Chocolate,” I said as I pulled back.
“Nightcap,” she murmured. “How was the crime scene?”
I grimaced. “Might need your internet sleuthing powers.”
She giggled. “I’m there whenever you want me.”
I snatched the cookie from her hand and shoved it into my mouth.
“Hey!” she said, affronted.
I grinned and showed her the chewed-up cookie all over my front teeth.
She rolled her eyes. “You boys are all the same.”
I winked and picked her up, tossing her over my shoulder and heading to the bedroom.
“When the children are asleep…”
I tossed her onto the bed, then went back to close and lock the door.
She was already stripping out of her clothes when I turned back around.
I came down on top of her moments later after stripping my own clothes off.
She wrapped her legs around my hips and threaded her arms around my neck.
“The parents will have sex?” she finished my earlier sentence.
“Something like that,” I growled against her mouth.
The next morning, the bright Montana sky woke me.
When my eyes blinked open, I smiled at the hair that was spread over my chest.
I turned and curled my body around Sage’s, surprised to find her still in bed.
Usually she was up at the crack of dawn with the kids.
But today they hadn’t woken us.
I realized why moments later when I heard the whispering and the clang of pots in the kitchen.
“Shit,” I said as I pushed away from my warm wife, leaving her sleeping so I could go out to the kitchen to investigate.
After slipping on some sweats, I headed out to find my kids looking up guiltily from the stove.
“What are you doing?” I asked the two boys who had their mothers’ eyes and my everything else.
The funny thing was, they looked exactly like Dean when he was their age.
