“As much fun as this little chat is, I need you to come over and help me get these damn cribs together.  I hold one end up, but then the second I go to attach something, the damn thing falls on my head.  If I want to enjoy my wife tonight, I have to get this shit done.”

“Yeah?  Poor guy.”  He starts laughing; I’m sure he’s picturing me in a mess of crib parts.

I let a laugh out remembering how the last bang on the head must have looked. “Laugh all you want.  The directions are in German, Ax.  Luckily I can read the damn things, but it’s been a few years, and my German is rusty at best.  It’s a shame Maddox isn’t here.  Damn fool would have this shit done by now,” I bait, knowing Axel won’t be able to resist the challenge of being better than Maddox.

“The hell with that.  I’m on the way.  Be there in ten.”

I laugh, throwing the phone down when I hear him disconnect in my ear.

Maybe if I’m lucky, he’ll do all the hard work and I can sit back and enjoy a beer.

Chapter 6 – Melissa

Exhausted.

That is the only way I can explain what I feel like being halfway through my seventh month of pregnancy.  Don’t get me wrong; I love almost everything about being pregnant.  Even the stuff I don’t love about carrying around an extra forty—cough, fifty—pounds of baby still brings a smile to my face every time I feel one of my girls kick my kidney, squeeze my bladder, or stick a head in my ribs.

Yeah, I love carrying around my girls.

The best part, the part that keeps that smile on my face even when I feel as though my body is about to split in two, is knowing that these two little princesses are a product of the love I share with their daddy.

There isn’t a single day that goes by that I don’t thank God that Greg was set in my path.  I was living a life that was half empty, and now, my glass is overflowing.

I finally pull my car into the driveway and smile when I see that the lights are on, flooding the yard with their warmth.

“Daddy isn’t going to be happy we’ve been gone all day, little ladies,” I whisper to my belly, running my hand across my hard abdomen, and smile when I feel my girls give some solid kicks.

It takes me longer than normal to pull my body out of the car.  I was driving around Greg’s truck until it became too hard to get in and out of the cab.  I miss driving that monster around, but it was impossible to heave my weight into the driver’s seat anymore.  I hate this damn car.  I feel like I sit so low to the ground that I’ll be run over by every vehicle that comes near me.  Luckily for me—or unluckily, considering I never pictured myself owning a mini-van—Greg promised we would go car shopping soon.

“Well, well… It looks like my wife decided she still loves her men after all.”  I smirk when I hear my husband’s deep voice coming from behind me.  I don’t turn; instead, I spend a second relishing in the soothing tones that wash over my tired body, firing alive every single inch.  Even with his teasing tone, my body recognizes its mate, causing my skin to pucker with tiny goose bumps.

“Turn around, Beauty.”

I visibly shutter when his demand hits my ears.  Slowly, I turn and take in all six foot three inches of solid male perfection.  His dark brown hair is all over the place, a sure sign that he’s been playing with Cohen and running his fingers through his silky locks.  I avoid his eyes and let mine travel slowly down his body.  A tight black tee hugs every single inch of his chest, arms, and abs.  I can literally see each and every muscle outline through the thin cotton.  Letting my eyes wander lower, I have to bite my lip when I can see his thick erection straining the front of his sweats, just begging for my touch.

It isn’t until I hear his groan that I look up to meet his blazing eyes.  The beautiful blue eyes I love so much have darkened to the point that I know he’s hanging on by a thread.

My tongue slips past my lips, rolling against my bottom lip before pulling it between my teeth.  His eyes flash with warning, and the energy in the garage hits new levels of desire.

“If our boy weren’t sitting in the next room, ready to cook his mom dinner, I would have you spread out on the top of that damn car.  Fuck.  Melissa, baby, you have no idea how much I wish I could sink into your body right now.”  He crosses the space that separates us, takes my purse from my hands, and lets it fall to the floor before pulling me close.  “My cock is begging, baby, weeping to be inside your tight, slick pussy.”  He lets out a tortured moan before shoving his head into the crook of my neck.