Ace has mentioned a couple of times how to keep the boy’s away. Bring them to the clubhouse and sit them down with all the guys around, give him a talk try to the shit out of them. I don’t think that’s the right thing to do but talking to Ace is like talking to the wall, when it comes to his daughter.
I remember the first time I held Geri-Ann and Brandon after they were born; it was like my prayers have been answered. They’re both the best things that could have ever happen to me. Well besides meeting their father of course. The love I feel for my children… I would die for them.
Brandon was even bigger than Geri-Ann was when she was born; he was ten pounds five ounces. He was too big for me to delivery naturally. I had to have a C-section with him. Brandon is a spitting image of his father; I’m sure the girls are just going to flock to him when he’s older, much older… I can’t even imagine my baby boy having girls chasing him around.
My head snaps up as I feel someone staring at me. I see Ace walking my way with a huge smile. I was just about to warn him that the two little monsters are going to tackle him, but the words die in my throat as Ace falls down on the ground with both kids on top of him, laughing as the have him pinned.
I giggle loudly as I see Ace trying to get them off, but there’s no use, they have the upper hand. Ace starts to tickle Geri-Ann. She jumps up and squeals as she runs away, he then grabs Brandon and tickles his sides as he giggles.
“Daddy, No, Stop. It tickles,” Brandon shouts out as he tries to break free from Ace’s hold. Finally getting away from his father he runs after his sister.
Ace chuckles as he makes his way up the steps, placing a sweet kiss to my lips. He sits down beside me holding my hand.
“Are you happy Peaches?” He asks as he rubs the top of my hand with his thumb. I turn and stare at the man who stole my heart the minute he kissed me in the bathroom at the clubhouse eleven years ago. He still makes my heart beat faster.
“Yes I couldn’t be happier.” I say as I look out at the kids turning back to Ace, he gives a smirk.
“Kids, I think your mother needs to be tickled, she feels left out,” He shouts out and my eyes widen.
“You wouldn’t dare.” I say as stand up, he laughs.
“Better run Peaches.” He mentions as he snickers.
I take off of the porch screaming as Geri-Ann and Brandon start chasing me. Ace joins in, chasing after me. Tackling me to the ground as they all come over, tickling me to the point where I’m in tears from laughing so much. Now this is the life, I feel so loved. I wouldn’t give this feeling up for anything in the world.
The End…
About the Author
J.J. Marstead lives in a quiet little town in Quebec, Canada. She is originally from a small Island in Canada called ‘Prince Edward Island’. J.J. Marstead is the pen name; she wanted to have a pen name because it seemed pretty awesome. Her real name is Jessica Martell, and no she is not ashamed of writing. She loves to read and now she has taking up writing as a new adventure. She’s a stay at home mom, so she has plenty of time to think of naughty things to write. Married to the love of her life of nine years, they have a lovely daughter who is seven years old, and they have two dogs, full house.
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Table of Contents
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
About the Author
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