Page 46 of Beauty and the Cop
Again, why did we have to have a perfect little girl? She's too much like her mama.
"I think I have heard that a time or two. Can't remember." Elsie leans up on her toes, nipping my throat. "Guess you'll just have to say it again."
I sink my hand into her hair, dragging her mouth to mine for a deep kiss. I cop a feel while I've got her in my arms, running my hands all over her perfect ass. And then I break away before the kids catch us. I'm stressed enough this morning, thank you very much.
"You're going to pay tonight, Dimples. I plan on getting you pregnant again while Trent and Dani have the kids. Another boy this time, just to make sure I have enough help keeping you and Nina safe."
"Promise?" she breathes, her eyes heated as they run over my face.
"Promise," I whisper, resting my forehead against hers. Fuck, I love her. I love our kids. I love this house. I love every single minute of our life together. It isn't a fairytale. I've learned that there is no such thing as perfect—not when you've got a gorgeous wife and two little angels to worry about endlessly—but this is so goddamn close it hurts sometimes.
"I love you, Noah."
"I love you," I murmur. "Every fucking minute of the day."
She smiles at me, bright enough to light up my whole life, and I forget about Felix. I forget about everything but how goddamn lucky I am.
