“Eden!” I called at the top of my lungs. Silence greeted me before I ducked my head out the back door. “Savannah!”
“What’s wrong?” Mason’s heavy palms came to rest on my shoulders as he planted a kiss at the nape of my neck.
“I think our kids have been replaced with wild animals, that’s what.” I turned and draped my hands around his neck, soaking up the calming effect he always seemed to have on me.
“Let them run. They’re kids. Plus I could use a little alone time with my wife.” He nipped at my lips, thrusting his hips against my body.
“I wish we had time.” I ran a hand down the front of his pants. “But I have to get to the bakery in twenty minutes.”
“I can make that work.” Mason hiked my thighs around his hips, pushing my back against the wall and attacking my skin with his lips. “I like making babies with you.”
“Mason,” I whispered, thinking more baby-making was exactly what we both needed right now.
“Ewww! Mummy and Daddy are kissing!” Eden, our wild and rambunctious four-year-old, ran in, halted, then darted back outside. “Savannah!”
“Shh!” Savannah hushed her little sister. “Daddy said he’d give us ten quid to leave him and Mum alone.”
“But I’m bored!” Eden huffed. “Can we wake Olivia up from her nap?”
“No!” Mason and I shouted.
We rushed around the corner to keep the troublemakers from waking their baby sister.
“We can’t wake Olivia, honey. She’s only two. She still needs a nap during the day so she doesn't get cranky.” I curled a lock of her dark chocolate hair behind Eden’s ear.
“But I get cranky when I don’t have anyone to play with!” She crossed her arms and pushed out her bottom lip.
“She gets that from you.” Mason laughed, winking at Savannah.
I shook my head, unable to keep a grin from turning up my face. “At least I don’t bribe our children.”
“It was for a good cause.” He shrugged, slapping a tenner into Savannah’s hand.
Ten. Savannah was ten. I still couldn't believe it.
I’d been in England for almost six years, and already I felt as though I’d lived an entire lifetime with this family I loved so dearly. Our little miracles.
Mason ruffled our middle daughter’s dark hair. “Tell you what, let Olivia sleep for a while longer, then once Mummy leaves, we’ll wake her up and go to the stables. Wanna go for a ride today?”
“You’re my favorite four-year-old. All of my girls”—he pulled Savannah under his arm while planting a kiss on my cheek—“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
I wrapped my arms around my sweet family, squeezing them tighter than I ever had. They were the blessing I’d never seen coming. Finding Mason meant finding the other half of my heart, and our children, they were the gravy.
“Guess we’ll have to sneak up to the roof later,” he whispered in my ear.
Warmth chugged through my veins at his words. “I can’t wait for that mouth, Cheeky English.”
THE END.
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