Free Risking Fate by Jennifer Foor Page B

“Floured?”
    “Aunt Van sprayed flour all over Daddy. He was all whit e.” She was rocking back and fo rth with her hips as she told him the story. It was the cutest thing.
    Ty walked over and grabbed her up in his arms. “Time for you to get a bath.” She was kicking and giggling as he carried her back to the bathroom.
    Conner sat there waiting for me to explain, so as the giggles continued in the other room, I explained Van’s best prank yet. Conner and Ty were becoming closer, but he thoroughly enjoyed hearing Ty got it this time.
    Once we got Bella to bed and Conner went back in his room, Ty joined me in our bedroom. I loved seeing him in only a pair of boxer shorts. His Mitchell tattoo was sexy, but not as hot as Izzy on his heart. He didn’t even tell me he was getting it. He said he had a surprise for me, but wouldn’t tell me what it was. One night he pulled off his shirt and there it was. Of course, Ty was all smiles over it. He loved our little girl to the moon and back.
    “What are you thinking about?”
    I sat up and leaned on my elbow. “Just how sexy you are and how much I love you.”
    He crawled into bed next to me. “I know I’m not perfect, and I probably don’t deserve this life with you. Sometimes I feel like the luckiest man in the world.”
    He reached up and turned on the ceiling fan before pulling my body into his. I loved how the cool air made me want to get even closer to him. “You’re perfect for me.”
    “When the boys come I want to take turns getting up with them. I know you are going to breast feed, but it would mean a lot to me. Do you think you could pump like Van does for Colt?” He rolled me over on my back and placed his hand across my belly right before he leaned his head over the other part. “I love feeling them in there, knowing they are ours.”
    They were starting to really move more and every time Ty talked against my belly, they seemed to respond to his voice. “I think they already know you are their daddy.”
    He laughed and kissed my belly. “Baby, I can’t wait to hold them. I can’t wait for Izzy to hold them. I keep picturing it in my mind. The closer it gets the more I lose focus on everything else and daydream about them.”
    I had to laugh. “Last week I was cuttin’ Mrs. Emerson’s hair and I started thinkin’ about the kids, imaginin’ them runnin’ around the farm. The next thing I knew, I was done cuttin’ her whole head. I don’t even remember doin’ it.”
    He leaned his chin on my stomach and looked up at me. I ran my hand through his hair. “That would have been hilarious if you fucked up that old woman’s hair.”
    “For you maybe. I felt sick over it.”
    “Remember when I let you cut my hair for the first time?”
    I would never forget that night.
    I was still learning and needed a guinea pig. Ty’s mother let me dye her hair, which I did a good job. His father let me give him a good buzz cut, but Ty was scared shitless. His hair was still longer and I wasn’t sure if he was more afraid of his new look or me jacking up his head. He kept making me stop and running to the mirror.
    We both started laughing. “I did a good job. You loved it, besides, I think it made you look even hotter.”
    “I am pretty fucking hot.” His perfect w hite teeth were displayed as he gave me the biggest smile. I loved his brown eyes and his long dark eyelashes. His sarcasm was easy for me to appreciate since I’d known him my whole life. It was harde r for other people to get his sense of humor.
    “You’re alright,” I teased.
    “Whatever! I can make your panties wet by just looking your way.” His hand slowly started to slid e the t-shirt I was wearing up over my breasts. His face came up to one of them and he drug his lips lightly over a nipple, but never kissed it . I bit my lip and refused to agree with his comment.
    “You aren’t that good.” Think about something not Ty related. Think about dirty socks and peeing your