He smacked my ass. “Check in every half hour so I know that you’re not lying dead in a ditch.”
I filled myself a taco, grabbed my bottle of tea, and winked at him. “I’ll text you when I get there.”
Then I was gone, doing what I loved to do.
And when I got home later that night, the house was spotless, I had plenty of footage for the next three weeks, and Lynn was waiting for me in the bed.
When he spotted me, he held up the covers.
I all but dove in—as well as a heavily pregnant woman could—and snuggled up close.
“The kids are sleeping in the same bed,” I said as I rubbed my chin against his chest.
He squeezed me just a little bit tighter. “They were actually being nice when they went to bed. Not sure where they learned that from.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “Definitely not from us.”
He pressed his lips to mine, capturing my laugh. “No, definitely not from us.”
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