Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“They aren’t having husbands,” he growls, before taking my lips in a kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth, lazy and sweet, and I know when we get home I’m going to attack him. He lets go of my hand and slides his palm over my belly. I feel one of the girls give a little kick. I debate if I want to get lunch first or just eat him. When he deepens the kiss, I know my answer. I’m definitely going to have him.
“It’s twins! Two little girls!” I hear screaming outside the room, and I know Mal is losing it on Miles, who’s been out in the waiting room. I can picture her trying to jump up and down and Miles freaking out and trying to get her to sit down.
I start laughing, breaking the kiss.
“You think I was bad before? I’m not sure I’m going to let you out of our bed now,” Captain says, and I know he’s talking about bed rest. But if he’s in the bed with me, I won’t be able to resist. I rub his hard cock through his jeans. I wonder if it’s from the kiss or my belly being out. Something about seeing me pregnant gets my caveman all worked up.
“Sounds good to me.”
Epilogue
Captain
* * *
Five years later…
“NINJA TURTLES.”
“Princess and Her Fairies.”
“Ninja Turtles.”
“Princess and Her Fairies, and you pick the snacks!” Penelope says to Pandora.
Pandora narrows her eyes like she’s thinking it over, but we all know she’s going to pick the snacks option. She tucks one of her red curls behind her ear, and she’s never looked more like her mother.
“Deal,” Pandora agrees.
Penelope scrunches her little freckled button nose in a happy smile, then winks one of her deep green eyes at me. The girls look almost identical, but Pandora has Paige’s eyes, whereas Penelope has mine. Their eyes and attitude are the only real way to tell them apart. Pandora is her mother through and through. Penelope is more girl than any of us can handle, but she seems to be able to manage us all too well.
Just then Paige comes strolling into the room. It takes everything I have in me to keep my ass planted on the sofa between my girls. She’s got on some denim-looking thing that could be a short dress or a long shirt. I don’t know which it is, but it’s too fucking short. It looks almost indecent with her boots that go up over her knees. Her lips are painted a deep red, and all her hair is piled on top of her head, showing off her fucking neck. I want go growl at all the skin showing. She needs to put on a turtleneck and some jeans or something. Ever since she’s had our girls, she’s been dressing up a little more here and there. And the pregnancy only made her hotter. Her hips are a little wider now, and her breasts a little fuller.
“You look pretty, Mommy,” Penelope says.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” she says in return, her gaze coming to me. She is not fucking going out in that. I don’t give two fucks if it’s girls’ night and she and Mal will have two guards on them.
“What the—” I stop myself before I can finish my sentence.
“What the what, Daddy?” Pandora pushes, giving me a smirk. Little troublemaker. Paige walks over to the sofa and leans down to kiss Penelope on the head, and Pandora just giggles.
“I love your shoes, Mommy,” Penelope adds.
She can spend hours in Paige’s closet, trying on her heels. Sometimes she makes me sit in there while she does it. She’s going to keep me on my toes. Luckily, I have Pandora to keep an eye on her. And I’ve got Henry, Miles and Mallory’s little boy, as backup. He already gives the boys at the playground shit when they try to talk to my girls.
“Well, I think your dress is just perfect, my little princess,” Paige tells her.
Penelope smooths down her oversize dress. I think she might have more dress-up clothes than anyone has actual clothes around here.
“Blue really is my color,” she tells Paige, making me laugh.
Pandora just rolls her eyes, then looks at Penelope. “You better go change `cause Daddy is taking us out.”
Paige’s raises her eyebrows in question.
“Oh!” Penelope claps excitedly. “Another secret mission!”
“Secret mission?” Paige asks, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of us. My eyes go to her legs, unable to stop myself. Yeah, she’s not going fucking anywhere in that dress shirt or whatever the fuck you call it.
“Yeah, when you dress all pretty and go out with Aunt Mal, Daddy turns us into secret spies and we follow you around. Sometimes—” My hand flies over Pandora’s mouth.
“I have the cutest spy outfit, Mommy. Do you wanna to see it?” Penelope jumps up from the sofa, ready for a wardrobe change.