Chapter 89. Attached

Avery’s POV

Ethan groans. “When are the next holidays again? I am sending those two to Nana’s as soon as possible.”

I stick my tongue at him. “As if you won’t miss them.”

“Babe, for our sake, don’t do that. I am barely holding it here.”

I give a shy smile before returning my attention back to the cooker. I knew he meant every word, and I had no intention of even trying to tease him.

We both make dinner, stealing kisses like love struck teenagers here and there. I couldn’t have felt any happier. After setting up the table together much to Butler Jenkins horror, we bring the boys downstairs for dinner. I enjoy dinner with my family, and after dinner, we read the boys their bedtime stories.

We barely make it to our bedroom when Ethan pulls me in for a deep kiss, his hands roaming my body in a possessive manner that leaves me breathless and pulsing with need. Our clothes end up in a heap, and I don’t know how we make it to the bed. My senses ar