“What?” he asked, looking beyond me with an expression of pure horror on his face. The repulsion in his eyes encouraged me to do the same. Ace and Julia shot by from one side of the hall to the other, both completely naked.
“Oh, shit. Seriously, I’m on it. Go to work. We’ll see you tonight.”
He looked torn, but finally, he gave in. “All right. Everything you need for Evie is in the diaper bag. She usually naps—”
“When she’s sleepy. I got it, man. No worries. This is good practice since I’m about to be dealing in multiples around here.”
“Okay. Call me if you need anything.” He winced. “Shit. I might have to turn my phone off when I go to the—”
“It’s fine, K. Leave. Let me go get our kids dressed again before my son decides to show Julia the helicopter.”
The helicopter dick swing was a favorite move of mine to make Cassie laugh, and well…I couldn’t be sure Ace hadn’t ever seen me. And my son tended to learn by example.
“I’m going to regret this so much.”
“Bye!” I said with a wave before picking up Evie’s little baby hand. “Wave bye to Daddy.” Stan, and Walter riding bitch, shot through the door as soon as I took a step farther in with Evie, nearly jerking Kline’s shoulder out of the socket with the leash until he let go.
Good God, that dog is a fucking horse.
I didn’t give my friend any more time to protest, instead, kicking the door closed with my foot and moving immediately down the hall to deal with the live nudes situation. And by deal with, I obviously mean get out the neon sign and start advertising.
Relax. I’m joking. Jesus, you make one joke about naked toddlers, and everyone freaks the fluff out.
Three kids under five, one pig, a Great Dane, and an evil cat. Come on, Thatcher. Time to parent the fuck out of this thing.
“Just move a little to the left, Mario,” I instructed toward the group of half-naked men standing in black briefs. The New York City skyline stood loud and proud behind them, while their muscles and white-toothed grins were bound to give women, and most gay men, all the horny feels.
After three more adjustments and another fifty shots, I pulled my camera away from my face and slowly got to my feet. Normally, I’d be buzzing around the shoot like a kid hopped up on pixie sticks and Red Bull, but I hadn’t seen days like that in over two months.
Ace had been a big baby, but I had a feeling this baby was going to be even bigger.
Hell, I’d been having recurrent nightmares about the baby’s head coming out Thatch-size.
Talk about a terrifying thought. My husband was a beast of a man—tall, muscular, and size fourteen shoes. It was safe to say he was big everywhere.
“Want to take a look at these, Cass?” Amanda called from her perch near the laptop wirelessly connected to my camera.
“Yep,” I said with a nod and moved toward her side. My eyes scanned through the various photos in the hope we’d gotten enough amazing shots so we could put this baby to bed.
Hot guys? Check.
Big muscles? Check.
Tight asses? Check.
Cotton candy dick hidden in the background? Check. Check.
“I think we got it,” she added with a smirk once I’d finished scrolling through the photos.
“You bet your sweet ass, we do,” I agreed and turned toward the group of supermodel Adonises waiting for my next instructions.
“I think that’s a wrap, guys!” I called out with a grin. “Great job, everyone. Let’s call it a day,” I added and received several happy hoots and hollers in response.
Instantly, I was hit with nostalgic thoughts of when I was in my late twenties, not pregnant, and one of the models would lift me up onto his muscular shoulders and trot around the set. Sigh. The good old days. No way in Hades that’d happen today unless one of these models was on PCP or had an actual crane parked around the corner to lift my preggo ass.
Obviously, I love my life. I don’t want to be anywhere else but with Thatch and our little family.
But sometimes, a girl just needs to reminisce a little.
Especially, when she’s seven months pregnant with her second child and her lower back feels like it’s about to snap in half and she didn’t get her morning orgasm and she can only drink decaf coffee and…did I mention the no morning orgasm?
I’m pregnant and horny, and my handsome ogre of a husband better make it up to me tonight.
I glanced at the time on my phone and smiled when I realized we’d managed to finish up four hours ahead of schedule. All in all, it was a great fluffing day. Well, besides this morning when Thatch decided to scare the ever-loving sneakers off of me by acting like our son was missing.