“Come play with me.” I wink at Moose, knowing I’m the only thing that can save the guy. “Tia is watching our son,” I remind him. He lets go of the boy, who runs off with his friend as fast as possible, yelling sorry as he goes.
I fight a laugh because I know Moose doesn’t find this as funny as I do. The man is all kinds of possessive. The only person he shares me with is our son, who is a mini-Moose himself. No wonder I got so big when I was knocked up. I’m sure our next will be as big. I’m also sure it will be a boy.
“Come make another baby with me,” I bait. He’s on me before I can finish what I’m saying, throwing me over his shoulder. I laugh as he stomps off into the woods with me. I’ll never get over how much my man loves and needs me. I eat up all of it.
Once again rescued by my ranger.