“There room for one more?” I ask her. She smiles, moving aside a blanket so I can sit. “Don’t want to wake her.”
“Oh, she’s out cold,” Lucia says. “I’m gonna put her down in her crib, I think she will nap for a few hours.”
“Newborns are the best sleepers,” I say, remembering Kourtney and Billy when they were babies. God, time flies. I make a promise to myself for the thousandth time not to take a second of it for granted. Life has very few guarantees. But the ones I get, I won’t let slip by without notice.
“Why don’t you let me take her in?” I say. “You look so peaceful out here.”
She twists her lips. Freckles on her nose from the time out in the sun all summer. She gave birth right before the high heat swept in. “Are you headed in to take a shower?”
“Yeah, why?”
She stands, Lauralie in her arms. I rest a hand on her back. “I was thinking once I lay her down, maybe I could join you.”
“Oh yeah?” I grin, loving my bride more by the minute.
We walk to the nursery and I look on as she puts our angel to bed. She lovingly decorated the room with pastel pinks and gold accents. It looks like a room fit for a princess, which is what our daughter is.
I take my wife’s hand as she flips on the baby monitor and then gently closes the door. “You’re so sweaty,” she teases as we move down the hall of our beautiful home.
“Guess you’ll have to clean me up.”
“My pleasure,” she says with a bright laugh. In the bedroom, I strip from my clothes and look longingly at her as she does the same. Her body is so perfectly curvy, so deliciously ripe.
The bedroom is a massive suite with a king-sized bed, a sitting area, gas fireplace and a bathroom. She said she didn’t need all this space, but I plan on growing old with her in this house. And besides, one day she will be grateful to have a place to relax without the chaos kids bring to a household.
“God, you look amazing,” I tell her as she unhooks her nursing bra. Her tits have always looked insanely perfect, but now they are fuller than ever and so damn sexy my cock is already twitching.
“They won’t always be this perky, you know. They will deflate and—”
I cut her off, wrapping my arms around her waist. “And you will still be as beautiful as ever.”
“You always make me feel so pretty,” she says with a sigh. “I am so lucky to be yours.”
I sweep her hair aside and kiss her neck. “I’m the lucky one.”
She takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. I turn on the double shower, and she runs her hands over my chest, down to my cock, stroking me.
“Someone is in a good mood this afternoon.”
We step into the shower and she smiles up at me. “I sure am.” She licks her lips, then drops to her knees as the warm water envelops us. “In a horny mood, too.”
I chuckle. “Okay, I admit I didn’t see this coming.”
“I did,” she says. “I’ve been thinking of you and this cock for hours.” She opens her mouth and begins to run her tongue over my length. I groan in pleasure as she licks my tip, swirling it with her tongue, then popping me into her mouth in delight. She looks up at me and God, she looks so fucking good like this, kneeling before me, touching my balls, licking them too, getting my cock so rigid and ready it won’t take long to fill her pretty little mouth with my milky come.
She gives the best goddamn head in the world. I run my hands over her wet hair as she goes to town, sucking me off like a fucking champ. “God, that feels so good, baby,” I groan, her mouth wrapped around me so nice and tight.
She pumps me harder, and I’m damn near ready to explode. She pulls me from her mouth, knowingly. “Come on my tits,” she begs me. And I shake my head, loving my filthy wife. She loves to get off, same as me, and so I give her what she asks for.
I pump my cock, shooting ribbons of come right where she wants it, and she massages her tits as she catches it, my creamy seed covering her gorgeous globes. I pull her to stand, needing to touch her sweet pussy with as much desire as she had for my thick shaft.
I run my hands between her legs, her sweet cunt so juicy, all mine. I finger her, opening her up, and then I’m on my knees, spinning her around so she is pressed against the shower tile. I squeeze her ass cheeks, licking her up and down, so nice and good. She moans in pleasure as I finger her pussy, licking her hole, making it goddamn clear she is mine. Mine alone.
“Oh, God,” she moans, begging, “more.”
Her slit drips as the steam fills the bathroom and I stand, my cock raging, so ready, and I slide myself inside her, right where I belong.
“There you go, baby,” I tell her. “Just like that.”
I thrust myself in her sweet hole and she whimpers in ecstasy, her body made for my cock and we both know it. Not a day goes by when I don’t thank God for bringing me such a sweet, tight pussy to devote my life to.
We move as one, in a rhythm we’ve memorized. I press my palms over her hands, holding her tight. We come, the pair of us, as one and I ease out of her nice and slow. She turns around, her back against the tile, and she smiles at me, a hint of a secret in her eyes. The water falls down our backs, and I wrap her in my arms. “What is it?” I ask. “What has you all spun up?”
“I’m pregnant again, Logan. I took a test when you were mowing.”
“Well that explains the horniness,” I say, pressing my forehead to hers.
“Are you happy?” she asks.
“The happiest,” I tell her. “Our dreams are coming true, baby.”
She shakes her head, laughing. “You’re the best human being in the world, you know that, Logan Barton?”
“Not possible, Lucia. There is no one butter than you.”
Epilogue 2
Lucia
Ten years later…
The farmhouse is full. The whole family is here for our end of summer BBQ My brother Matt and his wife Mirabella are here with their daughter Angelina. They’ve just returned from a family trip to Tahiti and have been showing me pictures. I love how Matt’s fortune has given them the opportunity to create so many amazing memories.
And Logan’s children are here too. Kourtney and Kaden with their little girls, Kaitlin and Kara. And Billy and Bailey have their whole B clan. Beatrice, Bax, Barnett, Blaire, Birdie, and baby Betsy.
They had the six babies — not me. After Lauralie and Luke were born, Logan and I didn’t have any more pregnancies. For a few years, it was frustrating — having a house full of kiddos was the one thing I had always dreamed about.
But I learned that dreams change. And I am so grateful for that. Because if mine hadn’t changed, I would have missed out on so much.
Billy, who teaches at the local high school, mentioned a teenage student named Lacey who was in need of a soft place to land for a bit. And I had this feeling that our home was that place. We needed to become foster parents for Lacey to move in, but we did that quickly enough, and soon, she was moving in for her last few years of high school. A few more teenage girls moved in after her, and even though many of them have more than their fair share of struggles, we’ve learned that this big old farm is the perfect place for them to heal.
Our farm has become a bit of a sanctuary. A place for wounds to get better, and hearts to mend. I couldn’t be happier.
Now, Logan picks up Angelina as I lead the family around the back to the barn to show the family the rabbit hutch I built last week.
Chickens and goats and dogs run and cluck and baa around the yard as the grandkids and our kids laugh in delight. Our foster girls smile as they watch the little kids bounce in excitement as they show them the white rabbits. The grill is warming up and we are going to have plenty of hot dogs and hamburgers later when Brittney and Beckett get here.
“They love it,” Logan says, wrapping an arm around me.
“All kids think rabbits are fascinating,” I say.
“Maybe, but you are the one who made that happen.” He kisses me softly
on the cheek and we step out of the barn, the sun high in the sky. He takes my hand. “Come on,” he says and I follow. I would follow that man anywhere.
He leads me to our oak tree, and I sit on the wooden seat. Nostalgia presses hard against my heart and tears fill my eyes.
“Don’t cry, baby,” he says.
“They’re happy tears,” I promise. And they are. All of this, this amazing life is full of so much sunshine it doesn’t seem fair.
He pulls the ropes back, propelling me into the air and I laugh, turning my head to catch sight of Logan.
“I love you,” he says.
I laugh. “You just love my biscuit.”
“I do love your biscuit,” he teases, stilling the swing, and moving in front of me. Between my legs. He leans down and kisses me. “Butter love you more.”
About
A SERIOUS RELATION-CHIP
The Way To A Man’s Heart Book 10
By Frankie Love
When my sister and her husband pass away unexpectedly, my heart breaks.
My niece is six months old and she’s one cute cookie.
She needs me to man up and be her daddy.
But I can’t do it alone.
I’m a firefighter and need a nanny I can rely on.
When Brittany shows up to help, it bakes my day.
And not just because she’s here to care for the baby.
One look and it’s clear this curvy girl makes my cookie crumble.
One hour and she’s made my dreams crumb true.
One night and I ask the question she never saw coming.
Does she want to be in a serious relation-chip?
Dear Reader,
Life is what you bake it… and Beckett is one smart cookie.
He knows Brittany is the one for him and he’s not gonna let anything get between them rolling around in the (cookie) sheets.
This quickie is melt-in-your-mouth perfection.
xo, frankie
Chapter One
Beckett
The house is a mess — how one tiny little person can require so much stuff boggles my mind.
But damn, she is cute.
And awake. Again.
“It’s okay, Annie. I got you. I’m right here.” I step over a bouncy chair and dodge a package of diapers before lifting my six-month-old niece from the pack ‘n play set up in the living room. “B’s here. No need to cry.”
I pat her back as I carry her to the kitchen, pulling open a can of formula and making her a bottle as she cries. Salty tears fall down her chubby cheeks as I attempt to calm her with a song. Apparently she doesn’t like Pearl Jam. I’m gonna have to teach this cookie a few things. More than a few, actually.
I’m more than her uncle now… I will be the only father she knows. Her parents, my sister Tara and brother-in-law Jack, passed away three months ago. And since Tara and I have no living relatives, and Jack’s mother suffers from dementia… I was named guardian in the will.
I’m all this tiny little sobbing mess of strawberry blonde curls has in this world.
A few minutes later, I pop the bottle in her mouth and look around the house. I moved in here only a few months before my life turned upside down, and I’m glad I left my small apartment across the country to move closer to my sister when I did.
I didn’t want to miss Annie growing up… little did I know how quickly everything would change.
Annie’s quiet now, content with her bottle, and I exhale, relieved that she is happily eating her mid-morning snack. I grab my laptop and open it on the kitchen island. I have a conference call interview in a few minutes and really don’t want a screaming baby in my arms while I am trying to hire a live-in nanny.
I launch the video app, and adjust the volume. Scanning the email from Nannies4Hire, I remind myself of some details about the candidate I am hoping turns out to be a great fit.
Brittany is twenty-three, has an associate’s degree in early childhood development, and tons of experience with children — she spent the two years after high school in France as an au pair, which is apparently a fancy name for nanny. And she is from the area.
I start the call, and the line connects with Brittany quickly. The moment the video feed starts, my heartbeat quickens. Brittany is beautiful.
She’s more than a nanny — she is the girl of my goddamn dreams.
Chapter Two
Brittany
I have no need to be nervous — I’m completely qualified for this job — but for some reason, in the minutes leading up to the video interview, my stomach flip-flops and I find myself in the bathroom, reapplying pink lipstick and running a brush over my red hair to smooth it.
When I log onto my computer for the video interview, I don’t know what to expect. The agency told me I passed the preliminary interview with my background check and experience, and that the client is a six-month-old girl who lives with her single father.
“Hello?” I say to the monitor. “Can you hear me?” His video feed is breaking up.
“Beckett here,” a man with a husky voice says. “I can see you fine.”
I can’t see him though, the picture is all fuzzy.
I swallow. “I don’t know what is happening with my internet connection. It says it’s unstable.”
“I can see and hear you just fine. Maybe try another room?”
“Okay, I’m so sorry,” I say, picking up my computer and walking to the other side of my studio apartment. “My place is tiny though so not sure it’s gonna be much better over here.” I sit in my purple papasan chair, holding the laptop in my lap. I’m sure the angle is totally unflattering but I don’t care — I just want this job.
“Well our home is a good size, and we have a room all ready for the nanny we hire.”
“Sounds great,” I say. “But I’m more interested in the little one.”
“She’s here right now,” he says.
“I wish I could see her.” I twist my lips, frustrated. “I’m sorry about this connection.”
“You come highly recommended,” he says. “And I know the agency briefed you on the position.”
“They did. It would be a good fit for me on all counts.” I don’t mention the pay is twice what I make stocking shelves, or that my next-door neighbors are always up cooking bacon at odd hours of the night. I focus on the important stuff. “I’d love to nanny again. It’s been a few years, while I was in school, but it’s really where I am happiest.”
“Where do you work now?”
“I work at Grady’s Garden Supply, it’s downtown.”
“Really?” His voice is so warm and welcoming I want to wrap myself up in it. I just wish I knew what he looked like, could see his eyes. “He’s a buddy of mine. We work out together.”
“At the CrossFit gym?” I ask, knowing my boss Grady works out there religiously. He and his friends meet up several times a week for challenges.
“Yeah, I joined it when I moved to town.”
“My best friend Mirabella, her husband Matt works out there too.”
“Small world,” he says.
“Small town is more like it.”
He chuckles. “Fair enough. So, when can you start? I really need someone as soon as possible.”
“Oh, well, I just need to put in my notice with Grady and then…”
“Perfect. So can you come in tomorrow to meet Annie?”
“So soon?”
He clears his throat. “The thing is, I’ve been on leave at the fire station for a few months and I am scheduled to start again… I’ve been having a hard time finding a nanny that felt right. But you… you seem perfect. For the job I mean. Perfect for the job.”
I laugh nervously, aware of the fact the video is working on his end. He can see me, every single facial expression. “How can you tell?”
“You look… you seem… Annie hasn’t stopped smiling since the video started. Which is saying something. She is a bit of a fuss nugget.”
I laugh. “She a handfu
l then?”
“She’s been through a lot.” Beckett’s voice softens. My heart softens then, too. I don’t know his and Annie’s story, but she doesn’t have a mother. That is a lot of loss for a little one.
We spend the next hour talking about my old nanny job in Paris, how I want to be a teacher someday. He tells me about the firehouse, how he misses working. I don’t ask about Annie’s mom, but we touch on the fact it’s just him raising her. I can hear his commitment to her, through the blurry video feed. I wish I could see them both, but instead of focusing on anything too heavy, he asks what kind of food I like, what movies I watch.
We agree on our favorites, which is a surprise.
“Chocolate chip cookies, sure,” I say. “But you really love rom-coms?”
“My sister and I would always watch them together, every holiday we’d turn on some J-Lo or Meg Ryan film.”
“That’s adorable,” I say. “And I make the best chocolate chip cookies ever, so I got you covered there.”
He laughs. “It’s nice of you to say but I make the best chocolate chip cookies.”
“Not possible,” I say forgetting this is an interview. “We’ll have to do a bake off sometime.”
“So do you think you might want to move in and help with Annie?”
“I’d love the opportunity to work for you guys,” I tell him honestly.
He breathes out a sigh of relief. “You have no idea how good that is to hear,” he says.
He gives me his address and we make plans for tomorrow. He tells me he will email the contract over to the nanny agency. I can start tomorrow, and he will spend a few days with me at the house in between shifts, helping me get the lay of the land and making sure it’s a good fit. And if I feel comfortable, I can move in next week.
A few minutes later, the call is over and I let out a squeal of delight. This is really happening. Finally, a job doing what I love — caring for a little one. And Beckett was so easy to talk to… We laughed for nearly an hour, which is saying something. I never date — never have — because I get so anxious with guys. Never know what they are expecting… and always self-conscious of my curves.
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