Page 95 of The Way We Collide

Then early this morning, just as the light set the horizon aglow, I felt him lifting and teasing my breasts and nipples. Reaching behind my neck, I pulled his face down for a kiss, and that started Round 3.

I exhale a sigh into the pillow, grinning at all the happy memories of fucking my gorgeous husband when loud baby squeals echo through the house.

They’re followed by Hendrix’s teasing voice saying, “Dang, girl, that poop is bigger than some of the guys I tackle.”

My eyes cut to the side.Did he just say…?

“That poop is as big asyou!” he continues.

I don’t believe my ears.

Throwing back the covers, I look around for my clothes. My underwear is destroyed, and my pajamas are too thin for walking around with Tack here.

Going to his drawers, I pull out a white cotton jersey with a royal blue number 85 on the front. Pulling it over my head, I creep through the house, following their enthusiasticnoises through the living room, down the hall, and all the way to Haddy’s bedroom.

She lets out an ear-piercing squeal followed byda-da-da.

“Yeah, you’re proud of it, I can tell.” He leans down to kiss her forehead. “I can’t wait to embarrass the crap out of you if you try to bring a boy home.” Another baby squeal, and he continues, leaning down. “That’s right. My Haddy breaks toilets.”

He kisses her neck, and she laughs so hard it makes me laugh. “What the hell?”

He straightens quickly, casting me a disapproving glance. “Cover your ears, Haddy. Mama said a bad word.”

“Oh, no!” The foul scent of baby poop hits me, and I wave my hand in front of my nose. “Where’s your snorkel mask? It’s a four-alarm poop!”

“She’s also a wimp, Hads.” He lifts the poopy diaper, actually attempting to wrap it up and nearly dumping it on the rug.

“Stop—let me do that!” I rush forward, sliding the mess away and quickly wrapping it tightly to hold in the smell. “Phew, that is foul.”

“I don’t know what you’ve been feeding her, but that rotten egg was the size of a dump truck.” He smiles down at her, and Haddy kicks her legs happily, squealing and doing her best to chatter right back.

“Maybe that’s why she was so fussy.” Crossing my arms, I watch as he fastens the fresh diaper around her waist.

Then lifts her off the table to his chest. “She was fussy because she missed Dada.”

She pats her hands on his shoulders, blowing raspberries and clearly thrilled he’s here taking care of her.

I can’t argue with him. The swoon bursting in my chest is almost too much. He kisses her little neck again, and I step closer to rub my hand on her back.

She points a drooly finger and says, “Ma-ma!”

My eyes widen, and I lean closer. “What did you say?”

Hendrix turns as well, giving her a little bounce. “What was that?”

“Mmma-ma!” She says it again with a little more force.

“Check her out. She did it!” Hendrix gives her another bounce, but I lift her out of his arms, doing a little spin.

“That’s right! Mama!” Haddy giggles, and I pull her close, kissing her baby cheek. She pats my face with a sticky palm saying it again like she’s practicing.

Hendrix leans against the changing table, crossing his muscled arms over his chest, but even all his gorgeousness can’t distract me from this moment.

“Yes, I am! I’m your mama!” I nuzzle my face into her neck so happy.

“Breakfast?” he asks. Our eyes meet, and I nod, thinking about kissing his cheek, too.

“Let me get cleaned up, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

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