Page 127 of Tamed By You

“Okay, that’s great, Ali, a nice big push for me,” the doctor calls from the bottom of the bed. Ali’s legs are up in some contraption to hold her legs in place as she bears down and pushes.

She grips my hand with white knuckle force, causing me to lose feeling, but I dare not say a word. She’s the one doing all the hard work here and if she needs to break a few of my bones to get through it, she can.

“Great job. I can see the head. On the next contraction, one big push and he will be here.”

I kiss her forehead. “You’re doing so good, baby. You’re nearly there.”

“I’m scared,” she whispers. “What if I can’t do this? What if I can’t be a good mom.” The endless hours of labor now taking its toll on her, but to me, she’s still the most stunning woman in the world, maybe even more so now, in this moment, as she gathers all her strength to bring our babies into the world.

“You don’t need to be scared. I’ve got you always. I’ll never let you fall. You can do this. One big push, Ali Cat. Let's meet our boys.”

Epilogue

Ali

Three years later.

“We haven’t got long,” I moan between kisses. “You need to be quick.

“It’s been months, babe. You’ll be lucky if I get the tip in before exploding,” Harry jokes. Lifting me to sit on the dryer, pushing up my summer dress, his hands smooth up my thighs as his mouth latches onto that sensitive spot on my neck, desire coursing through my body.

It’s been months since we’ve had sex, but after getting the all clear today at my doctor's appointment to resume all normal activity, we are taking advantage of the kids' nap time and getting to it.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he groans as he finds my wet center with his expert fingers and circles my clit. I drag my nails up anddown his bare back, my head rolling in pleasure as he inserts a finger.

“I need you inside me, now,” I beg.

“You don’t need to ask me twice.” We both grapple for the buckle on his pants, almost breaking it as we tug it loose, his pants and the belt clanging to the floor. Just as his briefs join them, a knock sounds at the laundry room door.

“Mommy, Bradyen is making fart noises, and I can’t sleep,” a little voice yells from the other side of the closed door.

We still, praying he will take himself back to bed if we don’t answer. I don’t promote ignoring your kids, but shit, a mom needs a minute and has needs, and I am inches away from having those needs met.

Another knock. “Mommy, Daddy, Brayden is still making poop noises.”

“Ignore him,” Harry whispers.

“We can’t.” I giggle.

“I can,” he hisses back before pressing his lips to mine. His briefs fall to the floor and another knock sounds at the door.

“Mommy, Everly is crying.”

“Fuck my life, cock blocked by my own offspring,” Harry huffs, sagging in defeat against me. I silently chuckle. Taking a deep breath, I answer Blake.

“Daddy’s coming, baby.”

“Daddy wishes he was,” Harry grumbles as he puts his pants back on.

“There’s always tonight,” I say, sounding hopeful, hopping down off the washer, and adjusting my yellow summer dress.

“Yeah right, the baby will start the night shift once the boys clock out of the day shift. I’m sure they have an early morning meeting over a bottle of milk and discuss how they can really fuck up Mom and Dad’s day today.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, that’s exactly what they do, but you love it.”

A smile widens across his handsome face. A face that’s gained a few wrinkles over the last three years since we welcomed the twins and our daughter eight weeks ago.

“I do,” he opens the door and instantly gets down on Blake's level. “What’s up, bud?”

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