Blake Samuel

8 years later..

I kissed my wife’s bare shoulder, slowly trailed up to her neck. She moved in her sleep as I continued kissing her.

“Blake” She whined.

“Morning, my sunshine.” I kissed her lips and she opened her eyes.

“We need to take a shower and get dress before the boys come in.” She got up but I pulled her to my arms again.

“Another round.” I whispered to her ear.

“Blake!” She blushed and someone knocked on our door. I knew right away that it’s one of the boys. Her eyes widen and she pushed me. She ran to the bathroom naked.

“Get the door, Blake!”...