His mouth claims mine as he picks me up to carry me to our bed.
“What are you going to do if it’s twins again?” He questions and I freeze.
“Start our own football team,” I say with a laugh.
Just as Tate is about to thrust into me, the door to our bedroom swings open. Leah. “I had a nightmare.” She pouts.
Tate rolls away from me and pulls his shorts back up while under the covers. She climbs up on the bed and Taylor begins to wail.
“I got her,” he tells me as Leah rolls around the foot of our bed.
“Can I sleep with you tonight, please?” She bats her dark lashes at me, giving me the charismatic smile that she inherited from her dad.
Just as I start to give in, Tate, barks a firm, “No,” at her. “Mommy and Daddy need their sleep, sweet pea.”
I laugh at him. Sleep is definitely the farthest thing from his mind and the last thing eith
er of us will be getting any time soon. Just as he gets Taylor settled, Tyson starts up again.
I smile and go get my boy. The four of us snuggle up in the center of the bed as Tate reads from the My Goodnight Book that Leah adores.