*Rose*

The way Tristan is looking at me when he says, “Well, it’s just you and me now, little flower,” I know exactly what he’s thinking. He is making those amorous eyes at me, and I feel an ache begin to form between my legs as my pulse races.

But then I remember I’m lugging around four kids, and as much as I want Tristan, and I’m sure there’s probably a way to make it happen, it wouldn’t be easy.

it probably wouldn’t be very comfortable either. 

Not for me anyway…. I’m not sure about the babies. They would probably just think I was riding on a pogo stick. 

But...