Page 6 of Reaping Havoc
“Nope.”
“What about growling like Reapers?” Gage wondered.
How cute.
“Well, you save that for when you catch your prey. Okay?”
Both the twins nodded.
They set off, following close behind Rael as they began wandering a pathway around the backyard, weaving around flowers, the rose bushes, and the shed. I sat down and began to eat, watching as the boys tried their best to be quiet.
“Gage. Your feets are loud.”
Gavin stuck out his tongue. “No, they’re not.”
Rael snickered. “You’re both doing a good job with your feet.”
Gage bumped into Gavin’s back, and he tumbled to the ground, instantly pissed. He jumped up and lunged for his brother when Rael threw an arm around his waist and lifted him high off the ground.
Gavin squealed. “Daddy! He knocked me down.”
“It was an accident,” Rael assured him.
“No, it wasn’t,” Gage confirmed as he stuck out his tongue at his brother.
An argument ensued.
Who knew kids at almost three years old could bicker?
“Boys,” Rael growled, using a little of the Reaper’s tone.
They stopped arguing. “Yes, Daddy?”
Per usual, they spoke in unison.
“This isn’t very good sneaking practice. How are we gonna catch Uncle Noah by surprise with the water balloons if we aren’t behaving?”
Ah. Now I knew why the boys were helping Rael sneak around the backyard. It was practice for the water balloon war with Chrome. I almost giggled. How silly.
Both boys stared at the ground as Rael placed Gage beside Gavin.
“How about we try this one more time?”
Two little heads bobbed yes.
To their credit, they did a fantastic job of following Rael around. When they bumped into him, he pretended not to notice. It was so adorable.
For the next half hour, they crept around the backyard and pretended to catch monsters. It wasn’t long before they lost interest and began to play something else. But what can you expect of such small children?
Rael caught my gaze and winked.
My sexy bastard biker sure knew how to make my heart flutter. Funny, but it wasn’t roses, or chocolate, or material things that made me fall harder for him with every passing day. It was the little things like playing with our boys and having endless patience. Or covering me with a blanket while I took a nap. Doing extra chores or kissing me goodnight every night, no matter how tired we were.
Rael might not show that softer side to the world, but I got to see it. I lived it every day. The way his gaze softened and then would fill with lust. How he always had to steal a kiss, even if I was reading to the boys or cooking a meal.
The best part? He never failed to tell me how much he loved me, as if each day could be the last we shared together, and he wouldn’t be able to handle it if I didn’t know every moment of the day how much he loved me.
He didn’t understand that the words weren’t needed. Not when I felt his love, saw it every hour of the day that he was home, or experienced it every night in bed when he showed me with actions and tenderness what I meant to him.
