Page 36 of Make You Mine
Tucker has his own room down the hall, but Fridays have become movie nights. We make popcorn, pick out our favorite candies, and the three of us snuggle up in the primary bedroom for a family night. It’s become my favorite part of the week. Mostly because waking up with these two on Saturday mornings feels like heaven.
“What’s for breakfast?” Tucker asks, rolling into Sibyl, kissing her belly. “Good morning, baby. It’s your brother.”
Sibyl’s eyes dart to mine, growing misty.
“Pancakes?” I ask, stretching my arms above my head.
“Ew. Not pancakes again.”
“I thought you liked pancakes?” I stare at him.
“I’m a man now, Dad. I need meat.”
Sibyl snorts, trying to hold back her laughter. Tucker’s head bounces on her stomach as it shakes.
“Fine,” I relent. “I’ll make pancakes for Mom, and you can have bacon.”
“Yes!” Tucker shoots up in the bed, fist pumping the air. “Bacon!” He launches off the mattress, tearing out of the room.
“My God,” Sibyl groans, rolling herself to the edge of the mattress. “If I had half his energy, I’d be doing a hell of a lot better.”
“Baby,” I croon, walking around the bed to take her hands and help her up. “You’re growing a baby from scratch, that takes a lot of work. And you’re doing it so well.”
Her cheeks flush, the same way they always pink when I praise her. God, I love this woman.
“I’m barely doing anything. I only have enough energy to eat and sleep most days.”
“And you look gorgeous doing it.”
“Stop trying to get in my pants. I’m a sure thing.” She swats my chest, but doesn’t push me away.
“Yeah, I’ll never stop doing that.” I brush my nose along her jaw, breathing her in. “You are stunning, my love. I mean that.”
“Thank you.” Her hands reach around my neck, pulling my face down to hers, parting my lips with a scorching kiss. She pulls away, leaving me panting, wanting more. “Now I want pancakes.”
“Dad!” Tucker yells from the kitchen. “Mom, did you forget about the bacon?”
“We’re coming, Bud.” Sibyl shoots me a grin, hands absentmindedly rubbing her stomach.
“Sibby…” I drop my voice low, breathing into her ear. “I can’t wait to get you alone tonight.”
Heat flashes in her eyes. “Have any specific plans for me?”
“I do.” I grin. “But you’ll just have to wait to find out.”
She snorts, giving a pointed look at her stomach. “You realize you’re terrible at waiting, right?”
A laugh bursts from me. “Fair point.”
“Come on, guys!” Tucker rounds the banister, crashing into my legs.
“Bro!” I scoop him off his feet, dangling him by his knees. “Slow down, man. That could have been Mom.”
“Sorry!” Tucker giggles.
I carry him like that, all the way to the kitchen.Pulling out the ingredients for breakfast, I watch him and Sibyl set up for their morning craft.
She’s started to crochet. We have tiny little booties and hats all over the house. Tucker has been really into painting lately. Sibyl got him a watercolor set for his birthday. Aside from family night and waking up next to them, watching them bond like this has to be in my top five favorite things.
I love everything about this life.
Pressing two fingers to my lips, I tap them to the photo of Lara on the fridge. “Love you,” I whisper. “Alright.” I clap my hands together. “Who’s ready for breakfast?”
