BUCK

“You look so smug,” Sage said,
rolling her eyes.

I held the pregnancy test in my
hand, glanced at it once more, and couldn’t help but puff out my chest. Hell,
yeah, I was smug. I knocked my wife up. Again.

“I give my girl what she wants,” I said.

“She’s seven weeks old,” Sage said,
smiling as she eyed our sleeping newborn in her arms. “I didn’t know it was
possible.”

“I’ve fucked you nine times since
the doc gave the all clear.” My dick stirred wanting to make it ten.

Sage’s body was different now.
Softer. Those tits, fuck. Full and lush. The baby wasn’t the only one who liked
to suck on them.

“Yeah, but–”

“You not happy, sweetheart?”

Her eyes welled up with tears. She
was emotional now all the time and that meant I got to hold her and comfort
her. I wrapped an arm around her, kissed the top of her head, careful not to
squash Hazel.

“So happy,” she murmured against my
plaid.

“Good. You wanted a baby, I’ll give
you all the ones you want. I have seven brothers and a sister and want our kids
to have that, too.”

“Nine?” she asked, looking up at me
wide eyed.

I shrugged. “Two to start and what
do you say we put Hazel in her crib for her nap and we practice?”

Her eyes lit up with need. Those
hormones were still raging. Being pregnant with Hazel, she’d been insatiable.
Now?

I’d take care of her. Always. In
all ways.