Page 95 of The Seven Month Itch
She drags her gaze down my chest to my dick, and damn it if my nipples aren’t hard too. Her lips part for her tongue to sweep from one side to the other, and she says in a sultry voice, “I can think of something else I can…milk.”
Check, please.
“Welp.” I rise off the couch and bring her up with me. “I think we’ll have a nap since you two have the kids.”
Miles bursts into laughter. “Glad one of us will see some action.”
“Heard that!” Emma yells from the kitchen.
“You were meant to,” he calls over his shoulder. He turns to us and winks. “Scram, you two. I need some time with my goddaughters.”
You don’t have to tell us twice.
Justice and I sit in our children’s nursery, each rocking in a glider with one of our daughters. When they’re both down, weput them in their cribs, turn the baby monitors on, and crack the door.
I still can’t believe I’m a dad. I wanted this for a long time, and I’m in awe that it finally happened. To this day, I don’t know how we pulled twins out of the hat, but I can’t thank God enough.
It’s a brisk evening for February in Austin. We sit on the front-porch swing to watch the sun set, with the baby monitors turned to max volume. It’s just the two of us here now.
Justice cuddles next to me. “Can you believe this is our life?”
I shake my head. “When my father walked out on my mom, I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready to become one. But it’s something I wanted.” I reach for her hand and weave my fingers through hers. “Thank you for making my dreams a reality.”
Before our split, I thought it wasn’t right to let her see my emotions, that I had to carry the weight of our burdens to protect her. But now I realize that’s far from the truth. Our connection deepened in ways I didn’t think were possible. I wanted to be the one to save her from every hurt and fear, but the truth is Justice saved me.
She smiles back. “Thank you for making mine a reality too.”
We sit in silence for a half hour before our children wake.
THE END
Epilogue
Justice
Two years later
“Do I look okay? The other veil was better. Do you think it will rain? It looks like it.”
I exhale and look to the ceiling.It will be okay.Another two years, another wedding. The thought brings me back to reality with a smile.
I give Emma a big hug to shut her up. She’ll hyperventilate if she keeps up this pace. “Em, look at me.” I grab her arms and make her mimic my breaths. “You look perfect. This day will be perfect. There’s nothing to worry about, okay? One step at a time. We’ll get there.”
She nods. “One step at a time.”
I stare at my best friend and let the tears slide down my face. Em once used lovers for their hardware. I didn’t think she would meet her match, but she did in Miles, and I’m so happy.
The two people in my life who dodged commitment like the plague will dedicate their lives to each other.
“Is she done? We need to line you two up.”
“Yes, Madison,” I say with an eye roll. “Our girl is ready to go.”
She steps through the door. “Perfect, because we’re ahead of schedule, and if we—”
Emma’s face twists at her pause. “What?” Her eyes search her body for the problem. “It’s the veil, right? I knew it.” I have to slap her hands so she won’t mess up her hair and makeup, which took two hours.
Tears fill Madison’s eyes. “No.” Her voice cracks. “You’re breathtaking, Em.” She laughs at herself and fans her face with her hands. “Sorry, hormones. I’ll see you both outside.”
