Melissa finally got her casts off both her arm and leg removed about a month ago.  She’s had some issues with gaining her full strength back, but she keeps at her physical therapy, determined to heal.

It hasn’t been the easiest of times, but we’re together, and I’ll take a bumpy road over the alternative any day.

Melissa and I get ready in a comfortable silence, listening to Cohen chatter in the girls’ room through their baby monitors.

“Come on, my Beast.  Let’s go get that crazy boy out of the nursery before he wakes up the girls.  Good thing they can sleep through anything.”

She starts walking out of the room, only limping slightly, and my mouth waters when I see the yoga pants she’s put on hugging her perfect ass.

Ever since we got the go-ahead from the doctors, we’ve been almost insatiable.  Doesn’t take a doctor to tell me that I’m channeling my fear from almost losing her into sex.  Melissa isn’t complaining.  If my diving into her sweet body daily gives my mind peace, she’s more than happy to help out there.

I have to give myself a few minutes to calm down before I can follow her out of the room.  Just one glance at her tight body and I’m ready to lock the door and throw her back on the bed.

“Come on, Cohen.  Let the girls sleep some more.”  I smile when her voice comes over the monitor, before I finally walk out of our bedroom and down into the kitchen to start breakfast.

They follow not long after I started cooking, and even though Cohen starts to fuss over Lucky Charms, he eats the eggs, bacon, and pancakes quickly before asking for seconds.

“Daddy!  Did you see?  I looked out my window this morning and there’s a gigantic trampoween out there!  Santa brought it.  I knew he would!  Can I have a motorcycle when I get older?  Maddox Locke has one!”

Jesus, it’s hard to follow his train of thought sometimes.

“Why don’t we talk about that when you’re old enough?”

“Okay.  Can I get wiener rings yet?”

Melissa sputters out a snort-like laugh.  Of course she would leave the answering to me.

“Cohen, we talked about this the last time you asked for…wiener rings.  Let’s wait until you’re older—way older—before we talk about that one, okay?”

“Okay.  Can I have a monkey?”

“How about we stick to the trampoline before we start bringing in zoo animals?”

“Okay.  Can we wake up my girls now so we can open up our presents?”  He’s literally bouncing in his seat.

“How about this? The girls are so small that they aren’t going to miss anything if you start, and they can join us when they wake up.  How about we go open some of your presents or at least go see what Santa brought before we go wake them up?”

His brow crinkles and he tilts his head to the side before speaking.  “Why would I do that?  My girls need to be with me.  I can wait.”

How did I get so lucky?

“You’re one awesome big brother, you know that?”

“Yup!”

We finish up our breakfast.  Cohen helps Melissa clean up the dishes, and I go check on the girls.  I am just about to step through the threshold of their room when I hear my phone ringing from the office down the hall.

Knowing it’s either work related or one of the guys, I groan and head off to my office.

“Cage,” I bark in the phone.

“My, aren’t we happy this morning,” Axel laughs in my ear.

“You try having two newborns and a kid who thinks waking up before the roosters is a brilliant idea.”

“Yeah, I’ve got one of those kids.  Nate was up at five this morning.  He isn’t even old enough to know what the hell is going on, but I swear that kid ran right into the living room and started tearing shit open.”

We laugh and continue talking for a few minutes before he gets silent.

“So…Izzy gave me my gift.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…” He trails off, and I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to say here.  Obviously he’s calling because he wants to tell me what she got him, but I’m not sure what it could be that warrants a call at seven in the morning.

“I reckon next year I’ll get a taste of the early rising kid while trying to keep a baby asleep.”

It’s early, but it’s not early enough that I don’t catch his meaning.

“No shit?  Congratulations, brother!  Another little Reid, huh?”