Page 46 of Wicked Witch

Maybe she’s put a spell on me.

WYNTER

I can’t believe he said yes. I thought for sure he would freak out, laugh, and leave this place faster than his truck tires could move.

“Really? You will stay here with me… Us?” I need clarification. Astor is the one who’s always put his job before anything else.

“Yes, but I have a condition.”

“Okay…”

“We must have a pool and a hot tub. Sin and I talked about it on the drive here. Our next place would have an inground pool with a spa.”

“Um, I think I can do that. We have to finish fixing the yard first though.”

Astor licks his lips, distracting me for a moment and all I can picture is him shirtless and wet, stepping out of the pool.

His washboard abs dripping…

Damn. My panties are soaked at the thought, and my nipples are hard. The small barbells I’m wearing today rub against my bra, and I groan.

“You okay?” he asks, his dark brows furrowing.

I nod and discreetly rub my thighs together.

“I’m…” Clearing my throat, I continue, “I’m fine. Exhausted, but okay. Thank you for staying to help me and my family.”

I still don’t know what exactly has to happen to break this curse, but I felt a shift today. The potion helped, but we still have a long way to go.

Hopefully tomorrow we can finish renovations downstairs, then work our way to the upper floors.

I want to turn the attic into our master bedroom and use the second floor for the kids.

Kids, God. I never thought I’d say that, but these visions have shown me with four babies now. A dream I never expected to come true.

“Did you want to watch a movie or something?” Astor asks, pointing toward his laptop.

“Yeah, but fair warning, I may pass out and drool on you a little bit.”

Laughing he takes the seat next to me and sets up the movie. Placing the laptop at the foot of the bed he gets comfortable, then lifts his arm, offering me a place to put my head.

“I mean if you want to. I won’t bite,” he grunts, and I smile.

Gently moving my head, I lay on his chest as he lowers his arm, pulling me tighter to him. He’s warm and smells amazing.

I can’t help myself. Taking a small sniff I softly moan and snuggle in closer. The sounds of his even breathing relax me, and soon my eyelids are fighting to stay open.

“Mommy. Where are you?”Summer shouts for me and I cover my mouth, hiding my giggles.

Hide and seek is a game all the kids love playing, but Summer cheats. She likes to create portals and hide somewhere not in the house.

I scold her, but her father finds it delightful and brilliant, so she continues to do it. One of the twins kick me and I must groan too loud.

“I found you, Mama,” August squeals, opening the closet door, giving me a toothy smile. He throws himself into my legs, squeezing me tight.

“You did, sweet boy. Now, how about we go find Daddy?”

Taking my hand we wander through the house, checking the closets and Auggie pops his head under the bed.

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