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“Give me some of that apple cider,” I murmur before taking her mouth, slow and deep. Ligaya greets my sweeping tongue with equal passion. I delve past the sugar to something much more delicious. Ligaya is my absolute favorite flavor in the world.
“Mm. Better than cider,” I tell her.
“You’d say that about fried cheese curds too.”
“Nah. Fried cheese curds have no rival,” I quip.
She laughs, soft and musical, then leans into me. “Better get carving, Daddy. Olivia’s expecting a dragon-riding princess by tomorrow.”
“Sure. Let me call Michelangelo from the grave.”
The swing creaks as she stands and tugs my sleeve to lead me into our home. By the time the front door closes behind me, I’ve already whipped off my shirt and her sweater.
Other things come off as we make our way past the messy living room and up the stairs. We’re nearly naked at the threshold of our bedroom when I see them.
Orlando and Olivia have crept out of their toddler beds and buried themselves deep in the blankets of our king-sized bed.
Ligaya looks up at me wide eyed, her hands covering her breasts.
“Wanna use the gliding chair?” I whisper.
Like teenagers sneaking around the house, we tiptoe to their old nursery which we converted into a playroom.
She drapes a blanket over the gliding chair and orders me to sit down. That is exactly what I do on the Best. Chair. Ever.
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