That proved to be untrue since, after Chad, we made our next baby when I took her to a cabin to finish a book because she was up against a deadline.
I wouldn’t take the blame for that one. She’d practically jumped me when I came inside after chopping wood.
“That’s it,” she panted after giving birth to Mason. “That’s the last of your giant babies I’m pushing out.”
Honestly, as much as I loved seeing Thea round with our baby and wouldn’t mind having more kids, I was tired of seeing her in so much pain during the birth. After five babies, I didn’t want to put her through it anymore.
“Whatever you want, baby,” I told her sincerely.
“But um…” Thea blushed, and I tilted my head, watching her with amused curiosity. “That doesn’t mean the sexcapades have to end.”
I laughed, then kissed her softly. “Of course not. Where would you find all of your inspiration?”