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Eighty-seven
I wake before El. My fingers trace the curve of her lips, she whines in her sleep but stays asleep. I reach for my phone, the alarm bells in my head trip off when I peep the time. Shit. The girls will be fucking late.
“El.” I shake her gently. I can’t move with her on top of me and I don’t want to ruin her sleep. I love our position but the girls need to get to school. “Elna. Baby,” I murmur into her hair. She moans. “Wake up.”
Her eyes open, she holds my gaze for about five seconds and falls right back to sleep.
Chuckling, I lower her to the bed as gently as I can. She doesn’t wake. I pause to observe her, is she fine? She doesn’t sleep this much. I plant a kiss on her forehead. She moans, I push a pillow towards her and my lips spread in a smile when she cuddles it. Good to know I wasn’t the only one who missed cuddling.
After throwing on some clothes, I rush downstairs to check on the twins. There’s barely enough time for them to bathe
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I watch through the window as Brianna takes her first steps without help. She has a hand on the railing and the other stretched out for balance. Her instructor sticks close to her, murmuring what I hope are words of encouragement. They reach one end of the wall and grin at each other, then Brianna resumes.They look up at the same time I enter inside, Brianna waves. I wave back. Hand deep in my pocket, I cross my legs at the ankle and lean on the wall. I give her a thumbs up. She is making so much progress.The hall is like a ballet room with silver railings attached to the white walls for stretching. The duo stop at the end of the room, Brianna turns and I cross the distance. My princess beams at me. I take her hand so she can lean on me for support while her instructor goes to get her Rollator. Her palms are clammy.“Hey.” She looks up. “You did good today.”Her brown eyes remain on my face a minute longer like she do
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“I’m sorry I ruined us,” I say instead. El smiles, a half-smile that lifts only a corner of her lips. “You didn’t do it alone. I broke my promise to you.” Retracting her hand to hide them inside her—my shirt, she adds, “Do you want to talk about it?” “No. I want to talk about us,” I reply. I shift towards her, she inches away from me until her side hits the headboard. I grin evilly, she pouts and hugs herself, batting her lashes like a puppy. “You’re too cute, El.” Dragging her to my laps, her squirming ends when I trail a finger on her inner thigh. El sucks in a breath, her gaze lowers to my lips and everything slows to a stop as we wait for the first person to make a move. Desire blankets her eyes, same as it does mine. I don’t make a move, neither does she. “I want to fix this, Elna.” Her silence spurs me on. “I can fix this.” Her lips part, she remains speechless. “I am not taking no for an answer.” Her lips t
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“Baby.”A smile curves my lips. I roll to the side without opening my eyes to reach for my wife.“Good morning, baby,” I mumble through the haze in my head, giving up on the search for El.I wait for the kisses, the hugs, her warm body pressing to mine but nothing happens. I touch something soft, one eye opens and I sit up once I see the twins. Her side of the bed is still warm but El is missing.Someone said baby. I’m sure of that. Squinting at them, I ask, “What did you call me?”“Baby,” Wyn answers.She is sporting the same gown as Bren. It has been months since they matched outfits and my heart warms at the sight. I inch closer to pull them in for a hug, they break away from it fast with a frown.Bren sits on one side of me, Wyn takes the other side. I am blessed among girls. “Why does Mummy call you baby?” Bren looks so serious asking
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