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I’m sent home with a prescription for birth control, instructions to still take it easy with lifting, but I’m cleared for sex and light exercise.
When I get home, I find Morgan shirtless, with the twins sleeping on his broad chest covered in a cozy blanket.
The sight makes me want to cry tears of joy and jump his bones.
“Hey, Butterfly, how was your appointment?” he asks in a hushed whisper.
“It was good. Dr. Badar said my scar has healed nicely, and I can start lightly exercising.” I bite my lip. “She also cleared me for sex.”
Morgan’s eyes meet mine as a slow grin takes over his face. “Good thing my mom and dad agreed to sleep over so we can go on a date.”
“You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“We won’t be going anywhere except to dinner and then coming back here. We could both use a break, and it’s only one night. We’ll still be here with them, just not in the same room. Now, go get ready.” The command in his voice sends a shiver down my spine and pulses at the spot between my hips.
“Thank you.” I give him a chaste kiss and run upstairs.
I don’t know how long I have, so I rush to get ready. I curl my hair and put on makeup for the first time in over six weeks. I brush on a lip stain, then put on a proper bra for the first time since having the twins and look at myself in the mirror.
Pregnancy changed my body. It added more stretch marks, more extra skin, and I haven’t lost all of the weight I gained. A large part of me worries Morgan won’t find me as attractive.
I take a deep breath, reminding myself that Morgan has seen me in every stage of pregnancy and he still finds me attractive. He’s seen my body at every stage of postpartum recovery, helped me shower when I could barely stand, and helped me change when I couldn’t bend over. He hasn’t given me any indication he doesn't like the way my body looks.
I’m about to step into the closet to get dressed when Morgan comes in, typing on his phone. When he looks up and catches my reflection in the mirror he drops his phone to the floor.
“God damn, Hannah,” he groans.
“You don’t think my body looks bad?” I whisper.
Morgan stands behind me, his hands tracing up and down my sides, gently running over the cotton underwear at my hips. “This body? The one that grew not one, but two babies? The one that houses the heart of the woman I love so much I ache? A body so fucking sexy I’m about to come in my fucking pants?” He punctuates his point with a slow grind of his cock to my ass.
I don’t answer. I can’t answer as his fingers gently pinch my nipple through the fabric of the bra.
“No, Butterfly. I don’t think your body looks bad. I think it’s perfect. I think if we didn’t have reservations, I’d toss you on the bed and spend the entire night showing you just how much Iloveyour body.” Morgan places a gentle kiss to the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Now get dressed before I do just that. We have to leave in fifteen minutes.”
I pick out a pair of black leggings and a forest green sweater dress, since I know Morgan and our date won’t just be a quick run through the drive thru.
When I come out of the closet, Morgan’s changed into black chinos and a forest green cable knit sweater. I roll my eyes at his need to match me, but I will admit I secretly love it.
Iris and Axel are sitting on the couch talking softly.
My anxiety flares at the thought of leaving the girls again so soon, but I know Iris and Axel will take good care of them. It’s not like this is their first time with twins.
Aly’s on the couch talking to Violet and Poppy about her day, both of the babies wide-eyed and listening intently to their big sister.
“Alright, kids, don’t you worry about a single thing, okay? I have experience with twins, so I know what I’m doing,” Iris says, pulling me into a hug. “You two just enjoy yourselves.”
“Thank you so much, Iris.”
She gives me a wink, then Morgan and I are off on our first date night as parents.
Chapter 50
Morgan
As Hannah and I sit in a booth at Fondue Frenzy, I reminisce about the first time we were here. It feels both like decades ago and yesterday that we went on our first fake date and ran into both of our exes.
I still can’t believe my once fake girlfriend is going to be my real wife, andsoonif I have anything to say about it. That’s part of the reason I wanted to bring her out tonight. Now that the girls are here, I want to iron out the details of our wedding.
