“You tired, angel?” He throws his arm around my shoulder and my stomach still gets butterflies.
I turn up, looking at him, the best thing to ever happen to me. The best thing that I could ever have wished for. My prince. Or now as he calls himself the king.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask as my hands already slide up his shirt.
He moans out as he picks me up and my legs wrap around him. “I was thinking a nice long shower.” He kisses my neck as his hands squeeze my ass. “A little back rub after that.” He closes the door behind us and goes to the monitors, turning them both on in case the kids get up. He is the best father in the world. “So what do you think?”
“That plan sounds so irresistible, just like you.” I lean down, kissing him, thinking that no matter how much we fought it, it would have always ended up like this. I would have always been his wife.
It was just something so irresistible.