“Not me,” Luke says with a laugh and then presses another kiss to my mouth.
“He even said he’d take them on a long walk if you want to fuck around for a bit.”
“Shh,” I hiss, glancing at our children. “They might hear you.”
“Nah, Eli. They don’t understand what we’re saying. But let’s take him up on the offer. I wanna fuck you,” he says and then adds. “Or you can fuck me. I could go either way.”
“We’ll see,” I say, imagining all the things I want to do with him. It hasn’t grown old in the least. Just less frequent. Because…well, we have three fucking kids now.
Noah starts to cry in earnest, and Luke moves over to grab him from the swing, cradling him in his arms. I move to kiss his soft head and smile down at him before glancing back up at Luke.
“God, I love you.”
Luke smirks at me, and then we all sit together on the couch for some family time.
This is my life,I think in wonder.
It’s crazy and wild, and completely out of my comfort zone, but it really couldn’t be any more perfect.