Next to You (Life)
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“Will you be carrying them for thirty three weeks?” she asks while tiding up the nursery. “Because I think my insides haven’t recovered yet, and if we have more, we only make one at a time, Mr. Brightmore” It’s not a complaint, or some bitter comment, more like a fact that she’s sharing and when she stares at us and her eyes crinkle; that tells me number three will happen later, when she’s ready. Becca pulls out her phone and as usual snaps a shot of the babies. “Let’s enjoy them.” She walks toward us and kisses the tops of their heads and brushes my lips with hers. “I never thought you could love someone so much, I mean, I adore you but… they are…”
“I know,” I tell her. I adore my wife, but the love I have for these two is different, stronger and unique for each one. The moment we learned they existed we loved them. As I first held them I fell in love even more and every day that love increases, and I think it’s the same for Becca. After having them, it’s harder for me to understand the people Becca and I grew up with. “You know I’m going to keep her inside the house until she turns fifty, right?”
“You know she’ll do whatever she wants with you; she has you wrapped around that tiny pinky of hers.” Becca touches Thiea’s small hand. “You always look good, all handsome and hot; but when you’re snuggling with them, you take my breath away.”
I kiss my babies, making sure I don’t startle them, I raise from the rocking chair and head to the bassinet. Becca reaches us and helps me settle them in their bassinets. As the music keeps playing in the background I grab her by the waist and begin dancing with her.
“I love you Mrs. Brightmore,” I murmur. “You stole my breath so long ago, Princess, that I need you close to me in order to breathe.”
“You’re a charmer,” she stops, stands up on her tiptoes and brushes her lips against mine, “and I’m the luckiest girl in the world for having you, for having them.”
“No, we’re both lucky, my queen.” I kiss her cheeks and then kiss those delicious lips thoroughly. “I love you, Rebecca Brightmore, forever.”
About the author
Born on the mystical day of October 30th in the not so mystical lands of Mexico City, Claudia grew up with a childhood that resembled a caffeine-injected soap opera. Seventeen years ago she ventured to the lands of her techie husband—a.k.a. the U.S.—with their offspring to start a new adventure.
She now lives in Colorado working as a CFO for a small IT company, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, said nerd husband, two daughters wrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.
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Table of Contents
Dedicated:
Acknowledgements:
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Epilogue
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