“Do you want to go back to our room with me and change out of these scrubs while I tell you all about it?” She’s dropped her voice down to a sultry tone. She’s trying to butter me up with physical promises for later, but I’m not biting. “Well, you look like a man who’s about to start.” She’s playing with the back of my hair. I JUST got them down for naps, and they haven’t napped at the same time in days.”

“Okay, don’t yell or you’ll wake the kids. You’re home!” She wraps her arms around my neck. Jessie has gotten curvier with each child, and damn, am I a lucky man. Her blonde hair is piled on her head and black leggings hugging her sexy body. She sets down her plastic tub and slowly walks toward me. “What in the hell has happened to my living room?” “Jessie,” I say slowly, opening my eyes to glare at my guilty-faced wife. The two of them get into more trouble together than a pair of burglars. And it doesn’t help things that my sister is her best friend. Marriage to Jessie is one long string of shenanigans. Did I say Jessie fills my life with peace? That must be my delirious sleep-deprivation talking. I close my eyes and breathe, counting to ten. “Stay very still, Luce.” Jessie stage whispers. My eyes immediately land on my wife, frozen in the middle of the living room holding one of our Christmas decorations tubs, and my sister also frozen, kneeling in front of a Christmas tree, mid ornament hang.

It’s been replaced with a horrifying, glitter explosion of a winter wonderland. Jessie has been a miracle, and I can’t wait to get inside and relax with her after a hard weekend.Įxcept, when I open my front door, I can’t find my home. Her achingly beautiful curves and the sweet peace she drenches my life in. A man shouldn’t miss a woman as much as I miss her when I’m gone for two days at the hospital. I’m sleep deprived and mad at my kids for never sleeping, and yet, I’m hightailing it up my driveway because I’m eager to spend time with those very same children who are bound to wake me up a hundred times tonight.Īnd Jessie…my wife. I immediately forgive her all of her sleepless transgressions the minute I look at her little round face and bouncing curls.īasically, nothing makes sense anymore. And it’s not fair that she’s so adorable. She’s a new terrifying super-breed of human that runs on the sleep deprived tears of her parents. I’m beginning to wonder if that child doesn’t even need sleep. Graham is only four-months-old, so he’s excused. Let me tell you something, forty-eight-hour shifts at the hospital delivering babies and performing emergency c-sections really hits different when you have two kids at home that never sleep.

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