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  Living with three boys, I feel like I go to the grocery store every other day. I can’t imagine what it will be like when they’re teenagers. At least they all love to cook. I just have to bring the food home. They do the rest.

  I only spend half days at my shop now since I have a staff of three people. Thomas stays home and does consulting jobs outside the military. I love my store when I have the time, but I love being at home with all my boys even more. Though I don’t think I can call Thomas a boy. Still, there’s just something comforting and sweet about saying ‘my boys.’ Thomas doesn’t seem to care.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he says striding over toward me, but he doesn’t go for the groceries. He picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and shuts the trunk. I laugh as he easily strides toward the house.

  “Where are my little ones?” I ask.

  “Gone for the night. I get you all to myself.” He carries me inside and throws me on the bed. “I figured Maggie could use the experience.”

  I shake my head, knowing that’s a lie. She keeps the boys all the time. She loves her little brothers. She’s over here all the time stealing them away. They have a blast out at her and Eli’s cabin.

  “She told you.” I smile up at him. “Grandpa,” I add, unable to hide my snicker at that.

  “Hey now. You’re my wife. That makes you grandma.”

  “So it seems.” I run my hands up his body, pulling his shirt from him.

  “Their little girl is going to have her hands full with all these boys running around,” he says with a smile. He seems to like the idea of his new granddaughter having three little bodyguards.

  “She’ll be okay.” I wrap my arms around his neck, and he leans down to kiss me. Slow and deep. Savoring me.

  “Clothes off,” he growls as he rips at mine. I lie there and let him, watching him prepare to make love to me. I drop my head back as his mouth roams my body, thinking life can’t get any better. Before I met Thomas, I didn’t know that this kind of sweetness was out there for me to have. He moves down my body, and my legs fall open for him.

  “Kids aren’t home, and I’m debating if I should make you scream so loud the little shit next door knows to keep the fuck away. Or if I should put a gag in your mouth because no one else should get to hear what’s mine.”

  I squirm beneath him. “You wouldn’t,” I say breathlessly.

  “You like that idea? Me gagging you? Maybe tying you to the bed so you can’t go outside?” I bite my lip, thinking how hot that sounds. He jumps from the bed and goes to the dresser.

  “You know what today is?” I shake my head as I watch him pull a few ties out from the dresser. He comes toward me, going for my legs first.

  “Today is the anniversary of the first time I ever saw you.” He binds me to the bed rail and then kisses my ankle. He moves to my other leg.

  “Grab the headboard.” I reach up, grabbing it instantly. My quick response makes him smile. He does the same to my other ankle, tying it to our bed rail, then kissing my ankle. My breathing picks up.

  “I think it’s fitting, really,” he continues. “This is what I wanted to do to you that day when Maggie brought you over. I didn’t want you to leave. I wanted to grab you and pull you into me. Keep you here and never let go. That night I lay in this bed thinking about that. That I should have tied you to my bed. Never let you out of it.”

  I moan at his dirty words as he finishes tying my hands so I’m fully bound to the bed. He brings another tie to my mouth, ready to gag me.

  “I didn’t get to that day, but today and for the rest of the weekend, I think I’m going to see what that would have been like, to have you bound to my bed.”

  I’m so turned on all I can do is moan his name. If he touches me even a little, I know I’ll cum right now.

  “Tell me you love me.”

  “I love you,” I moan, right before the gag goes over my mouth.

  “Love you, too, sweet girl. Remember that when you’re begging me to stop making you cum.”

  Like he’d ever let me forget how much he loves me.

  Epilogue

  Thomas

  Another 4 years later…

  I lean back in my chair, looking out at my girls. Maggie and Alice are setting up a tea party with my oldest granddaughter. My boys are all playing catch next to them.

  “God, I’m happy you talked Alice into moving out here,” Eli says, sitting down next to me with his eighteen-month-old little girl in his arms. She’s fast asleep. She tried to keep up with the boys playing catch, but she finally gave up and passed out on him a little while ago. Unlike her older sister, who stood on the side and cheered them on like they were really playing a game. Now she’s setting up a victory tea party that everyone must attend.

  I reach over and take her from Eli’s arms. He reluctantly lets her go as I slide my granddaughter to me. I smile down at her. She looks just like Maggie did when she was her age. But her older sister has darker hair and seems to favor me a little more.

  “It didn’t take much,” I admit. When I first went to Alice about moving, she’d said no. Too many memories to leave behind in the house we’d been in. She was right, there were a lot of them—from our first moments together to our first moments with our boys. “But we know what my sweet girl loves most. Family. When I said we’d be within walking distance of each other, that was that.”

  Eli nods, smiling. The whole thing had been Bug’s idea to begin with. I loved the idea of Alice getting to build a house the way she wanted it, like she dreamed. She had, and it was perfect. But I would have been happy anywhere as long as all of us were together.

  “Sir.” I look over at Eli. “Thank you,” he says, and I can hear the emotion in his voice. Eli grew up with no family. I had one, but they weren’t much of anything. They gave me Maggie, though, so I’m thankful for them in some ways.

  “Thank you,” I tell him, looking out into the yard at our family, a family he had just as much of a hand in making as I did.

  We’re all different pieces that come together and make a beautiful puzzle. I never would have thought we’d all fit together the way we do, but does anybody ever truly know what direction their lives will take them? I can say one thing for sure after all my years on this earth: This is as close to perfect as anyone could ever dream of.

  THE END!

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