“You get your own cookies,” I tell him, smiling when I hear a rumble come from his chest then feel his hand on my ass.
“Yeah, Daddy, you get your own cookies,” Jacob repeats, making me laugh and Austin chuckle.
*
Two years later
I lean back against the kitchen counter and smile as I watch Lea look through the telescope out on the deck. Pouring her a glass of wine, I grab a beer for myself then grab the baby monitor off the counter and slide the door open.
“Did they go down okay?” she asks as I take a seat and pull her into my lap.
“Josie made me read her three stories before she finally passed out, and Jacob was asleep before I even got him out of the bath,” I say, watching her eyes soften as they always do when we talk about the kids. I put my beer to my lips and take a pull then hand her the glass of wine I brought out for her.
“I can’t have this,” she says softly, and my stomach clenches.
“You pregnant again?”
“Don’t act like you’re surprised. You have super sperm, and all we have to do is say we’re ready for another one, and I’m pregnant.”
“True.” I smile, pulling her closer so I can take her mouth in a deep kiss that soon has her turning and straddling my lap. Running my hands up her thighs, under my shirt she’s wearing, I notice she’s only wearing her panties and the fucking socks that have gotten her fucked more times than I can even count.
“Fuck,” I growl into her neck then move her to lean over the balcony; where I make love to her under the Alaskan sky before carrying her into bed.
Listening to Lea breathe I tilt my head back and look out the window as a large shooting star passes overhead. Twenty-six years ago, I wished on a star that Lea would be my wife, it took awhile, but my wish came true. I hoped that whoever was wishing on that star was as lucky as me.