“Papi!” Dario and Tomás shriek as they come running through the French doors and see their father is home, holding their super soakers in the air.
“Ah and the peace is broken,” he grins at me, giving me a soft kiss before he chases after our twin sons.
I smile as I watch the three of them. Our boys laugh and shriek with delight as he catches each of them and scoops them into his arms. Our perfect little family. And I’m about to throw a mini grenade right into the middle of it.
* * *
I lie on the bed while Alex deals with bedtime. I feel exhausted. The doctor told me it’s perfectly normal given the circumstances.
I look up when Alex walks into the room. He’s wearing his dress pants and a white shirt which is open at the collar and damn he is still the most handsome man on this planet. How is it possible that he still gives me butterflies every time I see him? Even after all this time.
“Did they go down okay?” I ask.
“They always do, princess. I think they wear themselves out so much all day with their constant energy,” he laughs softly.
“I could do with a shot of their energy right now,” I sigh.
He looks at me with concern as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. “So Jax went home early again today,” he says with a roll of his eyes.
“Did Lucia need him? Is she okay?”
He tosses his shirt into the laundry hamper and then lies on the bed beside me. “We both know she’s fine and that there is only one reason why he has to drag his ass home at least twice a day. It’s getting ridiculous. You’re going to have to have a word with her?”
“Why me?” I laugh. “You’re the one with the problem.”
“Alana,” he scowls at me. “What am I supposed to say? Stop booty calling your husband during working hours?”
That makes me laugh harder. “You can hardly talk. If I remember correctly, you were home more than you were working when I was pregnant with the twins.”
“Ah yes,” he smiles at me. “You were even more insatiable than you are now.”
“I am not insatiable,” I whisper.
“No?” he smiles as he starts to kiss my neck.
“I’m always satisfied.”
“Fuck, yes you are,” he growls as his hand slides beneath my tank top.
“Alex,” I whisper, placing my hand over his.
He stares at me, his eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong, princess? Are you sick?” he places a hand on my forehead.
“You know I’ve been really tired lately?”
“Yes. I told you you’re working too hard. You need to get someone in to help you.”
“Well, I agree. I think I will. I’m going to write up a job description tomorrow.”
The frown on his handsome face deepens as he regards me suspiciously. “While I’m very happy about you getting some help, you’re freaking me out, princess. You’ve always been so resistant to the idea.”
“I know, but I went to see the doctor today, you know because of the tiredness.”
He scowls now. “And you didn’t tell me this?”
“I just called by on my way home and she could squeeze me in.”
He blinks at me. “What did she say?”