Page 74 of Interception

“You made it!” Coop looks so happy when he sees me standing on the sidelines with the babies in their tandem stroller. God, he looks good back in his football gear.

There’s no way I could’ve pulled this off without Faith and Hunter. Hunter went all Brando Godfather on the press, telling them to keep their distance unless they wanted to lose access to the team press conferences. I don’t think he has the authority to do that, but he sold it pretty well. We got inside without cameras flashing in our faces.

Faith drove my car here so I could attempt to tame my hair and throw on some makeup. I wanted to look nice for Coop, but he’s getting the hot-mess version. With a huge smile on his face, he jogs over to us, and I expect him to go straight for the babies, but I’m pleasantly surprised when he grabs my face in his hands, his lips finding mine. For a moment, I forget where we are or that people are watching.

A jolt of electricity courses through my body as he kisses me like he’s starved for the taste of me. My earlier arousal in the shower pales in comparison to the thrill of his tongue tantalizing my senses. When he pulls back, I don’t want to let him go. I’ve missed this so much. “You have no idea how much I missed you today, beautiful.”

“It’s only been a few hours.”

“I know, but it felt like forever. I’ve gotten used to being with you and the boys.” He darts his tongue out to lick the seam of my lips. “You look smokin’ hot, by the way. Total MILF.” As his lips descend on mine once more, all I can do is groan, which only seems to spur him on. I’m lost to the sensation, only brought back to the moment when one of the team shouts in our direction.

“Get a room, lovebirds.”

“That’s how they got into this in the first place!” Hunter interjects.

“Jealous, Vaughn?” Coop always wants the last word.

“Scared is more like it. Keep your ladies at a distance, guys, Coop might impregnate them by proximity alone.”

“Very funny. Only lesser men scoff at the masculinity needed to have twin boys.” A soft laugh ripples through the team before they take a collective step closer to the stroller.

“Yes, you’re super manly. None of this had anything to do with me. I just carried and birthed them.” I give him a playful shove and a conspiratorial wink.

“Guys, I know you’ve all met Zee before, but I still want to introduce her for the first time as my wife, mother of my boys, and general kick-ass female.”

All eyes are on me, and I don’t particularly enjoy it, but now I have the perfect excuse to divert attention from me. “Hey, guys. I know you get enough of Coop to last a lifetime, so I apologize in advance for creating two carbon copies of him. Meet Aiden and Blake Danford, the tiny Titans.”

“I love that. Tiny Titans.” Coop beams with pride as everyone gathers round to meet our sons. Seeing how happy he is makes the pandemonium of trying to get here worthwhile.

Faith sidles up beside me as Hunter joins the fray of onlookers.

“It’s like an ovary implodium.” She chuckles to herself.

“What? You know that’s not a word, right?”

“A whole team of hunky football players oohing and aahing over babies. Just the sight of it makes me broody.”

“I’m feeling no brood. My vagina is too close to the wreckage. Two is good. I’m done.”

“Really? You wouldn’t want to try for a girl? Imagine Coop and Hunter fussing over a baby girl. They’d be wrapped around her little finger in seconds.”

“Yeah, but they can be cooing over your baby girl. Take one for the team. My lady bits can’t handle a third.”

“I don’t think I’m cut out for pregnancy or motherhood.”

“Neither was I, and yet here I stand, married with two kids. When did that happen?”

“In between some stellar orgasms would be my bet.” Trust Faith to call a spade a spade.

“God, I don’t remember the last time I had an orgasm.”

“Seriously? You need to get back on that train.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me—such a dork—an adorable dork nonetheless.

“I’ll get right on that between changing diapers, having babies gnaw on my nips, and getting zero sleep.”

“There’s always time for an orgasm. Aren’t you frustrated?”

“Honestly, until this week, it hasn’t been a problem. In fact, it’s been the furthest thing from my mind.”

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