by Frankie Love
I lift my eyebrows. “Since we put two buns in the oven?” I shake my head with a smile as I pull out the fresh baked donuts from the oven. I set them to cool on the counter.
Dune moves behind me and kisses my neck. “God you smell good.”
I giggle. “It’s the frosting,” I say, pointing to the bowl of buttercream I whipped up earlier.
“You know you didn’t need to bake today,” he says.
“I know, but I had a craving.”
“Already?” he asks, pressing a hand to my belly.
“I know. Only twelve weeks pregnant and already becoming demanding.”
Dune kisses me. “God we’re lucky.”
I pick up Denver, our baby boy, and kiss his head. Some women might be anxious about a pregnancy so soon after having twins, but Dune and I think we’re doubly blessed. Who is so lucky to have all their dreams come true like this?
Denver, though, is all boy, and one sniff of my little goose and I know he needs a diaper change.
“Don’t worry, babe,” Dune says, switching babies with me. “I got him.” Dune leaves the kitchen, headed for diaper duty, and I kiss my little angel’s face. Talk about smelling good, she is sugar and spice and everything nice.
Cradling her in my arm, I walk to the babies’ room, and lean in the doorway, watching Dune with his little man. He is so good with the babies, my heart nearly bursts every time I see him look down into their eyes as if they are the most amazing things in the world — which they are — but to have a husband who sees that, who cherishes them as much has I do? It’s everything.
Dune finishes diaper duty and turns to see me spying on him.
“You watching me to make sure I do it right?” he asks with as smile.
I shake my head. “I have no doubt you know exactly what you are doing.”
He places a hand on my hip, pulling me to him, two babies between us — well, three if you count the baby in my belly. “What is your resolution this year?” he asks, kissing my ear. The twins are sleeping now, and I carry Dorothy to her crib, setting her down gently, watching as Dune does the same with Denver.
“Hmm, resolutions … you know, I’ve been thinking about mine.”
“Have you?” he asks as we tiptoe out of the room, not wanting to wake our darlings.
I lift an eyebrow. “I’m planning on having more adventures.”
He laughs. “With three babies I’m sure that will be the case.”
I shake my head. “No, the babies won’t be invited to the adventures I’m planning.”
He pulls me to him. “Tell me, what sorts of adventures will these be?”
I lick my lips, my hand on his already hardening cock. “I think I’d rather just show you.” I take my husband’s hand and lead him to the kitchen. I strip for him, right here in the kitchen, and demand he does the same.
He smiles, his dimples showing, getting my pussy nice and ready. “God, I love you, Dolly.”
“Good,” I say. “Because I have a real big crush on that baby batter of yours.”
I grab the bowl of frosting, a jar of sprinkles.
“What are you doing with those?” he asks.
I smile at the man of my dreams, and give him a wink. “I was thinking maybe you could frost me … and then let me lick your spoon.”
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About the Author
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.
She also believes in the power of a quickie.
Find Frankie here:
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