I knew he didn’t mean to sleep, so I nodded and bit my lip. We held hands as we walked up to the cabin, the kids entranced by the flying moths.
“Time for bed,” Jack directed and they both whined, as kids do. But they trundled into the house, down the hall, and into their bunk beds, which now took up the space that was once Jack’s study. We kissed our children goodnight, and Jack’s hand grazed my back sensually as I bent to tuck Aaron in tighter.
With the light turned down, we closed the door and padded to our master bedroom, Jack’s hands already roaming under my shirt. I leaned against him as we shut the door, excited for a final night together in our cabin.
“I love you, princess,” Jack whispered against the curve of my neck, and I moaned in appreciation.
“I love you, too, City Boy,” I responded and was rewarded with his low belly laugh.
We fell into bed together, laughter on our lips and so much love between us.