Page 679 of The Tempted

“Wonder where she gets it from,” Adrianna teases, crinkling her nose as she leans her back against my chest.

“Mommy? Daddy?” Luca groggily calls from the door.

“Hey, buddy,” I reply, watching as he wipes the sleep from his eyes and stares at us.

“Is it morning?”

“No, baby, it’s not. Your sister woke up for a bottle,” Adrianna explains, holding out her arms. “Get over here.”

Luca runs over to us, jumping into his mommy’s arms and lets her pull him onto her lap.

“Tori, you need to sleep,” Luca tells his sister, leaning closer to her. “It’s okay though. I don’t like to sleep either. You can’t play when you’re sleeping,” he says while yawning.

Cherishing the moment, despite the pins and needles shooting down my leg, I wrap my free arm tightly around my wife and son as I continue to cradle my baby girl with my other arm. It was one moment ingrained into my heart and soul—a moment I’d remember when my kids were all grown up and their mother was still sitting on my lap.

The good life.

Right here in my arms.

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