Twisted Cravings
Ben yelled, jumping onto the bed.
Clara followed right behind, climbing up between us.
“Why is Mommy all sticky? Did you spill milk?”
Ledger and I froze, then burst out laughing. He quickly pulled the blanket higher while I tried to wipe my stomach discreetly.
“Uh… yeah, sweetie,” I said, cheeks burning. “Daddy spilled something. We’ll clean it up.”
Ledger grinned at me over the kids’ heads, eyes full of love and mischief. “Best morning ever.”