“Are you two hinting at bedroom games?” asked Mal with a frown. “Gross, guys.”
“Games?” Tommy selected a piece of cheese and shoved it in his mouth. And then attempted to say something that no one understood because his mouth was full of cheese.
“Eat first, son. Talk later,” said Mal. “That’s my boy.”
The twins giggled.
“We figure we need a couple of indoor living areas so everyone can have their own space. An outdoor area, theater room, office, and after that we’ll see,” I said. “A pool, maybe. That would be nice in summer.”
“How do you feel about a koi pond?” Mal loaded up a cracker before popping it into his mouth.
“Can’t say I feel much about it at all,” said David. “Hey. He did it again. Check it out.”
Jimmy grinned at the baby. “That’s something close to a smile, all right. A smirk, maybe?”
“It’s probably because he heard my voice,” said Mal, also talking with food in his mouth. Which answered the question regarding where Tommy had learned that trick. Then he started laying out some choice pieces of food on a small plate for his son.
“What a clever baby,” I said, my heart getting that explosive, warm feeling again. It was in the way David’s eyes were lit up. Both of my male folk were happy, and that was awesome. “Take a picture for me, please. If I move it might distract him and he’ll stop.”
Jimmy grabbed his cell out of his pocket and snapped off some shots. “Got it.”
“Any progress with a name?” asked Lena, sitting back down.
“Actually, we have an announcement to make about that.” I smiled.
David paused his fingers on the strings, and his son let out a cry of woe. “Guess I better keep playing.”
“We were going to wait until everyone was together, but he’s already a month old,” I explained. “We can’t keep calling him the baby forever. And I’m scared I’m going to mess up and give it away if we wait much longer. So, after much discussion and deliberations, we would like to present to you…”
David turned to me and smiled. “Jameson Malcolm Benjamin Ferris.”
Anne’s brows rose. “You’re naming him after the whole band? I love it!”
“But his first name is Jameson, so he’s got his own identity. It’s just a little bit different.” Lena clapped her hands. “It’s such a great name.”
I grinned outright. My heart was doing that warm full to bursting feeling again, and I couldn’t be happier. This was it. This was our family. “We talked about it together long and hard. And the first time we came up with this particular combination, it just felt right. We both knew it. And the baby’s little lips twitched which I’m certain means he was trying to smile.”
“Jameson in honor of my big brother who’s always looked out for me,” said David, expression solemn. “And Malcolm Benjamin for my best two friends in the world.”
“Plus I delivered the baby,” added Mal. “Good work putting me before Benji.”
“Jameson,” said Jimmy. “Holy shit, guys. I’m honored.”
“Sweared,” mumbled Tommy, shoving some sliced ham into his mouth.
David smiled. “We’ve been calling him Jamesy. Just while he’s little. He can make his own mind up about what he wants when he’s older.”
“It works,” said Mal with a grin. “I like it. Excellent job.”
“Welcome to the family, Jamesy.” Lena sat back with a glass of wine in hand. “What a wonderful day.”
* * * *
We were finally given the go-ahead to have sex six weeks after giving birth. Which meant it had been basically forever since we’d had any intimate relations. I don’t think we’d ever gone this long over the course of our marriage. But what with David having been on tour previous to our baby boy’s entrance into the world, it had been a while. You could forgive me for wanting to crack open a copy of The Joy of Sex to make sure I still knew how it was done.
Once Jude had left to do the groceries and Jameson was sleeping with the baby monitor turned on, David and I convened in the bedroom to discuss the matter. Like rational adults and not horn dogs. Because that would be undignified. We had the place to ourselves. Mostly. And there was no time to waste.
“What if it’s different?” I asked, panting ever so slightly as he licked over my collarbone. Talk about goose flesh. From top to toe, I was one needy woman. Now if I could just get the few stray doubts out of my head. “Things might be weird down there. I don’t know.”
“Are you seriously doubting my love for your pussy?”
I laughed.
“You think I would judge or be harsh about the best vagina in the whole damn world?”
“I’m being serious.”
“You’re being silly,” he said, moving up to nibble on my ear. My hot hands smoothed over his chest on account of him already being down to his boxer briefs and good God. My husband was beautiful. And I’d missed him so much. “There’s never going to come a time when I don’t want you, Evelyn. You’re my girl. No matter how old we get or whatever. That is a definite.”
“Thank you. And I’m keeping the ugly bra and breast pads on. Leaking milk mid-coitus is not cool.”
“Okay.” He kissed the mound of each breast. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. You’re not really worried about your body, are you?”
I winced. “Well, yeah…having a baby is kind of big.”
“You’re beautiful, baby. Trust me. I look at you and I can only see how wonderful you are.”
“Thank you.”
His gaze turned pained for a moment. “But we can stop and talk it through if you want. If that’s what you need.”
I looked down to where his hard-on tented the front of his underwear. “David. That was very sweet of you to offer considering the state you’re in.”
A grunt from him.
I slipped my hand down his boxers and wrapped firm fingers around his girth. His answering smile was magnificent. Beautiful inside and out, that was my man. Silken skin over hard flesh made my mouth water to taste. But there was no time for that, apparently.
“On the bed,” he said, walking me backward. The haze of lust in his eyes was nothing less than thrilling. “Legs spread, baby.”
“Huh.” I pumped him once, twice. “Is that what you want?”
“You going to argue with me?”
“Hell no.”
With a fiendish smile, he peeled down my panties then waited while I climbed onto the mattress. I couldn’t catch my breath for some reason. Though the reason was kind of obvious, really. It had just been a while, and I was way overexcited.
David placed kisses on the arches of my feet, the insides of my knees, and on my slightly wobbly thighs. He licked his lips as he looked me over. Not missing a single thing. “No frowning,” he said. “Every bit of you is beautiful.”
I forced a smile.
He gave me a dour look before lowering his mouth to my cunt. The man did not mess around. Up through the lips of my labia he dragged the flat of his tongue. Oh. Wow. Yeah. Who even cared about cellulite? It was impossible to worry when my insides clenched and my whole body shivered with want. His strong hands held my legs wide open. And my husband knew me so well. How to make me sigh and catch my breath. Everything. Clearly he had no issues getting reacquainted with my lady parts. And with the attention he was paying them, he definitely held them in high esteem.