“You look gorgeous,” Anderson reminds me, approaching me from behind, and wrapping his arms around me. “And, you smell like a snack.”
He growls playfully, then pretends to bite me in the neck, knowing that makes me giggle like a school girl. He is still the one who can always make me smile, no matter how bad I feel. He’ll always have that something.
“Don’t,” I lower my neck, and try to push him away, laughing. “You might wake up the twins.”
“You know they sleep til late,” he tells me. “And, besides, Fynn is in the kitchen. If they wake up, he’ll hear them.”
I know he’s right. But, today is an important day, and I want everything to go smoothly. I don’t want them to wake up cranky, and then make the whole day miserable for everyone else because they’re tired. Toddlers can be so wonderful, and at the same time, so exasperating.
“Is everything ready for today?” I wonder, looking out the window.
The view of the mountain is spectacular. Only this time, I see our garden filled with a big wooden table, chairs and a few other things which hint at a little party.
“For lunch with your dad? Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Well, it’s his first time coming down here,” I explain. “I want it to be perfect. I want him to like where we live.”
As it was to be expected, my dad first wanted us to live with him, in the mansion. It makes all the sense in the world, really. Especially for him. He wanted to have his family close. But, of course, the guys wouldn’t even hear of it. It was the mountain house for them, and I have to admit, I liked that idea as well. What better place to raise children than at the foot of a beautiful mountain?
“Why wouldn’t he like it?” he smiles. “I mean, this is Heaven on Earth. Especially now that you’re here.”
He makes me blush with his comment, as he usually does.
“I don’t know… it’s that I need for him to approve of it,” I smile.
“I think no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop being daddy’s girl,” he hugs me. “And, that’s OK. As long as you allow us to love you equally.”
“Of course,” I hug him back.
We stay like that for a while, just hugging. Even the baby decides to take part, and kicks a few times.
“Whoa there, cowboy!” Anderson moves away and presses his hand against my belly. “That’s some kick.”
“Try feeling it from the inside,” I chuckle.
At that moment, the door opens, and Fynn peeks in. His face is slightly sun-kissed from all the time we spend outside here. Surprisingly, he has been hands on with the twins, just as much as Anderson is. Even though, I can’t say I expected that. He always seemed like he’d be the type of dad who would just pat his kids on the forehead, tell them they’re doing a good job, then retire to his study. But, he has surprised me – in so many ways.
He walks over to us, and smiles.
“How are we doing today?” he asks.
“Still pregnant,” I grin.
“Still glowing,” he replies.
“Oh, you,” I pinch his cheek. “I was thinking – “
But, I’m not allowed to continue. Someone is shouting from the room across the hallway.
“Looks like they’re up,” Anderson sighs. “I’ll go get them. Meet you downstairs in the kitchen.”
With those words, he leaves the bedroom, and gives us a few more moments alone. I appreciate every second spent with my men, especially because they are sometimes gone for a bit longer, and the house always feels so empty without them. However, that makes our time together all the more precious.
“You know what occurred to me this morning?” Fynn suddenly asks me.
He is standing in front of me, wearing a shirt and trousers. He has dressed up for today. I appreciate it, because I know how much he dislikes it.
“What?”