“I did not lie. As far as I knew, it was just him coming to help me, right, Pops?”
He shrugs and plops Daniel into the baby swing hanging from the branch above. “Just get up to the house. We’re good here.”
I have to drag Lou away, but she moves a little easier when Delores’s voice can be heard laughing along with Maggie’s giggles.
Inside, we shed our clothes and climb into bed.
She rolls to me, propping her head on one hand. “I’m glad we decided to build here.”
I brush the curl from her eyes. “Yeah?”
She gives me a one-shoulder shrug. “Hollywood isn’t too far away when we can fly, and being here is better for raising our children. They need their family—our family.”
I lean to her, sucking in her bottom lip and slipping my tongue in for just a taste. “Let’s not waste our naptime. C’mere, I wanna practice making babies again.”
My hand slides between her legs.
Lou’s smile widens and she snuggles closer, her fingers tiptoeing over my chest. “Let me break this down for you. We don’t need any more practice.”
Pregnant? Again? I catch my breath. “Really? Wow. We weren’t even trying yet.”
She winks at me. “Well, I guess we’re just so damn good at this that it doesn’t take much effort.”
I pull her closer, laying a kiss on her collarbone. “We are pretty good at this.”
She bites the corner of her lip. “Yeah. Maybe too good.”
She swallows hard enough that I can hear her. Her nipple beads beneath my tongue as I slip my finger into her already damp slit, it distracts me for the moment.
Her words find their way to my brain. I pull away from her sweet chocolate kiss shaped nipple. “Too good? How can we be too good?”
Lou presses her tits to my chest and throws her leg over my hip. “Twins—again.”