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His little sister, Wrigley, is one year old. We’re so happy with our two healthy happy kiddos, and Silas got snipped to make sure we don’t have any more.

We’re getting ready to head to my parents’ for Sunday dinner—which, with all of the grandkids, is an absolute zoo, but I know my parents love every second of it. Keith and Beth have the three, and they stopped after that. Marcus and Heather are like us and stopped after two. They have two girls, Lily and Amaya.

I throw on my tennis shoes and make my way out into the hall. I’m still not very good at the decorating, but Mom’s helped me with hanging pictures of the kids on the wall and helped decorate our home so it fits both Silas’s and my style.

I don’t find Silas and the kids in the living room and I have a feeling I know where they are. Sure enough, I spot Dash throwing his little football at his dad, who has his baby sister in one arm. He catches the ball with the other.

My son lives for sports, thank God, and I can’t wait until next year when he’s old enough to start playing little tikes soccer and tee ball. My husband has informed me that I can’t be a coach because I carry on too much, but we’ll just see about that.

I step outside and my boy comes running toward me at full speed. “Mommy!” he shouts before launching himself at me.

“Hey, my big boy. Are you ready to go to Mimi’s and Papa’s and see all of your cousins?” Dash nods and then wraps his arms around my neck. My boy is the exact replica of his dad. He has the same wavy blond hair and beautiful blue eyes, but he loves sports with the same passion as his momma.

I set him down and then grab the tote bag I use as a purse/diaper bag, then we all head out.

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I wrap my legs around Silas’s hips as he drives his cock into me. He kisses my lips hard to silence me from crying out. Six years we’ve been together, and the sex is just as good as it was in the beginning, if not better.

We don’t get to go to Heathens much anymore, but when the kids are asleep, we still play. He knows how to set me off and quickly too, because he reaches in between us and strums my clit until I’m moaning against his mouth as my pussy begins to contract around him.

He picks up the punishing pace, plants himself deep, and begins to groan against my lips. When we’re both finally spent, he pulls out of me and kisses my lips. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Silas.” Before I get up to clean myself off, I lean into my husband. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

A tear slides down my cheek. “For giving me everything I didn’t know I wanted.”

“Well then, thank you for doing the same.” He kisses me before letting me get up. I clean myself off, throw on my pajamas, and then go check on the kids.

Dash is passed out in his little football bed and I cover him back up before bending down and kissing his forehead. He sleeps like me, like the dead.

I step into Wrigley’s room and see that my princess is lying on her back with her foot in her mouth, but she smiles when she sees me. “What are you doing up, my little stink butt?” I lift her out of her crib, hugging her to my chest before sitting down in the glider in her room. I hum while rocking her until her little eyes flutter shut.

Once I get her back down, I head back to bed and climb into it. Silas immediately grabs me so my back is snug against his front. “Did she go back down?”

“Yeah.”

“Love you,” he whispers against my hair.

I smile in the dark. “Love you too.”

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Two Years Later

“Wrigley, wouldn’t you rather wear shorts?” My daughter is a total girly-girl, and I admit that when I first realized it I had a hard time accepting it. I knew it was my own issues that were beginning to pop up, but with Mom’s help I’ve gotten over it. I know that I would never treat my daughter like a doll or put her in any situation where she could be hurt.

“No showts, Momma. Pwetty dwesses onwy.” It used to give me anxiety to slip her little dresses on, but I realized I was going to let her be who she wanted to. I’d be no better than my birth mom by forcing her to wear stuff she didn’t like.

She lifts her arms over her head and I slip the Sesame Street dress over her head. I admit that she does look freaking cute in the dress and her blonde pigtails. Wrigley gives me a little twirl and then places her hand on her hip like the little diva she is.

Today is Dash’s first day of kindergarten, and we’re going to walk him to school before we head to the office.

Wrigley runs out of her room, screaming for her daddy. In the living room, I find my gorgeous husband slipping our daughter’s sandals on and see my baby boy is ready to go and even has his Star Wars backpack on. I love that it’s just about as big as he is, but that’s the one he chose. The night before we did pack his backpack and we met his teacher—she seemed great, and our little playboy was smitten already.

Silas stands up and comes to me, wrapping his arms around me. “How are you holding up, Mom?”

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