Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“I’m glad you’re home, Tunnel.”
I pushed Rue’s hair back away from her face, then pulled her in for a kiss on her forehead. “I’m glad to be home, Rue.”
“Not that I don’t think this needed to happen,” Cleo said, interrupting us. “But don’t put your lips on my wife again.”
I grinned and pulled her into my arm, and she wrapped her arm back around me tightly.
“Oh, Cleo,” I teased. “I can’t help it if your wife likes me better than you.”
Cleo snorted.
“You just keep telling yourself that.”
Laughing, Rue pulled away and then took the baby from my arms before she walked away.
Cleo waited for another minute, making sure that Rue was far enough away, before he turned to me.
“You ever hurt her again like that—either of them—and I’ll fucking kill you myself.”
I sobered.
“Good to know.”
He offered me his hand, and I took it, keeping my eyes on his as I did it.
“I’m glad you’re home, too,” Cleo said, squeezing my hand tighter.
I squeezed his back.
“Me too.”
***
“You let your daughter take that to sleep?” Mina whispered from the doorway.
I looked up to find her standing with one shoulder leaning against the wall just inside the door.
“It was the only way she’d stay asleep. I’ve been trying for over an hour now to get her to sleep,” I said.
Her smile was soft as I watched my girl hang on to the t-shirt I’d been wearing up until I’d somehow maneuvered her, and my shirt, off to get her into bed.
“Well, hurry up. Let’s not wake her up with our talking.”
She turned to go, and I walked up behind her and scooped her up into my arms.
“You check on our other girl?” I asked.
She nodded.
“I did,” she said. “I walked in, and she was asleep like usual—with one arm and one leg hanging off the bed.”
I grinned.
That was how I slept, too.
It wasn’t because the bed was too small, either, it was just how I, and obviously now Sienna, slept.
“So we have two sleeping children?” I clarified as I passed through our bedroom door and kicked it closed.
Mina caught it before it could slam, closing it quietly from her perch in the protection of my arms.
“We do,” Mina confirmed. “Now what are you going to do about it?”
I groaned. “We can’t do anything.”
She sighed and threw her head back to look at me. “We didn’t follow the six-week rule with Sienna, why are we doing it now?”
I pushed her back onto the bed and followed her down.
“Because with Sienna, we were young and stupid and had no idea of the consequences of having sex before you were fully healed. Now, you’re a nurse, and we know better.”
She grunted.
“I have to go back to work in six weeks. Do you think Tommy will give me another two weeks off?”
She rolled over onto her side, and I pulled her in close to me, dropping a kiss on her forehead.
“Yeah,” I said. “But you told me just yesterday that you were ready to go back.”
She grimaced. “That was when they had a busy day, and it was a moment of weakness.”
I grunted in amusement.
“Have we decided what we’re going to do with Gianna yet?” I questioned.
“Actually,” she said. “I do have an idea about that.”
“What?” I pushed.
“I was thinking that, since we have a lot of kids here, all under the age of four, that we could see if everyone wanted to hire a full-time nanny who would watch them all day while everyone was at work. That way no one has to take their kids to a daycare,” she started. “But I don’t know how to broach the subject with the others.”
“Just ask Tally,” I said. “Or Imogen. Or…”
She started to laugh. “I know, I know.”
Grinning, I reached over to the lamp and plunged the room into darkness.
“We better go to bed now, or we’re going to hate ourselves in an hour when she wakes up.”
Mina yawned. “You aren’t kidding.”
With that, Mina shifted again, this time underneath the covers, and then rolled until her face was resting on my bicep.
I slowly stroked her hair, thankful that she was growing it out again for me, and wasn’t surprised when she fell asleep within a few minutes.
That was normal for an exhausted woman who had an infant and an active eight-year-old, though.
She slept when she could, or she suffered the consequences later.
As my eyes drifted closed, and I thought about how much my life had changed, I realized that my dear old dad had done something right.
He’d hired that cleaning lady all those years ago, the one with the beautiful daughter.
And in the process, he’d changed my life.
Though my daughters would never know their grandparents, I knew that they would never miss that love. They had so many aunts and uncles and cousins that they would never feel that hit.