“Doubtful,” I say truthfully and laugh. “I just want to sleep for days or drink five gallons of coffee. Hell, I think I’m immune to it and need a straight IV into my vein.”
“How about I start a pot and make something to eat?” he asks, brushing his fingers along my cheek.
I smile. “Sounds perfect. I’ll get up and feed the girls soon.”
Rolling over, I quickly fall back asleep, and it feels like only minutes pass when I’m being woken up by Braxton with a kiss. “Time to get up, sleeping beauty.”
I force myself out of bed and nurse the babies before putting them in their swings, then grab the baby monitor. I walk into the kitchen where Braxton is scrambling eggs and frying bacon. Brayden is talking his head off about horses and trucks at the table. I lean against the doorway, looking at my amazing boys and feeling so damn grateful that this is my life.
Braxton turns and gives me a smile as if he read my mind.
“Hi, Mommy,” Brayden says when he sees me. I walk in and give him a kiss on his forehead, then place my lips softly against Braxton’s when he looks over his shoulder at me.
“I have your coffee ready,” he tells me, handing me a cup.
“You’re earning your keep,” I tease.
“Sit down and eat your breakfast, woman,” he demands in his dad voice, causing Brayden to giggle. I shake my head at them both, but sit and sip my drink.
“He told you, Mommy,” Brayden says.
“That’s right,” Braxton tells him, setting a plate of food in front of him. “But Mommy is the boss of the household, just remember that. She roped Daddy’s heart a long time ago.”
I nod and smile. “It wasn’t easy, but someone had to rope the cowboy.”
As I eat my breakfast, listening to Brayden talk about wanting a puppy, my heart feels so full. I love my life. Every part of it is a dream come true—my husband and kids, having my dream job, being in love—and I wouldn’t change a damn thing. I’ve truly got it all.