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Trick or Treat: Part II

“So, are you ever going to tell me why you didn’t want to go Trick or Treating?”

“No,” Sebastian said with a simple shake of his head as he adjusted the large bucket by his side as he watched his uncle head across the street to join them.

“I thought Aunt Haley banned him from Trick or Treating,” Mikey said, reaching for the bucket, but one look from him had her rolling her eyes and shaking her head as she reached over and grabbed one of the many baseballs that could be found around her house and yard and began rolling… Read More

Let the Fussing Begin…

“Jason, stop!” she said, trying not to smile and failing miserably as she allowed him to pull her into his arms so that he could wrap his arms around her and press a kiss against her neck.

“Never,” he promised against her neck with a smile as he laid his hand over her still flat stomach.

“You’re spoiling me,” she said with a groan as she looked down at the large spread that he’d put out for her and then at the clock above the stove and winced when she noted the time. “It’s after midnight.”

“So, it is,” he murmured thoughtfully… Read More

Poolside: The Pregnancy Chronicles

“What are you doing now?” Trevor asked on a tired sigh as he watched Jason pull out his phone.

“Checking to see if Haley’s okay,” Jason said as Trevor shared a look with his Uncle Jared and as one, they both pushed back in their chairs to look past Jason to find Haley, healthy and whole, lounging by the pool and smiling as she watched the kids swim.

That is until she looked down at her phone.

“Didn’t she ask you not to bug her?” Uncle Jared asked while they watched Haley mutter something as she responded to Jason’s text with a… Read More

Last Day of School….Again, lol

“Oh, you guys are so sweet,” Haley said with a watery smile as she pushed her glasses back up her nose as more of her students handed her cards, boxes of chocolate, small giftwrapped boxes, and several bakery boxes while Jason stood there, glaring at his class who had the good sense to avert their gazes.

“You were the best teacher, Mrs. Bradford,” one of the little bastards said as he handed her a large bakery box that Jason decided was rightfully his, especially since the little bastard had been in his class last year and hadn’t given him anything… Read More

Last Day of School

“Oh, you guys are so sweet,” Haley said with a watery smile as she pushed her glasses back up her nose as more of her students handed her cards, boxes of chocolate, small giftwrapped boxes, and several bakery boxes while Jason stood there, glaring at his class who had the good sense to avert their gazes.

“You were the best teacher, Mrs. Bradford,” one of the little bastards said as he handed her a large bakery box that Jason decided was rightfully his, especially since the little bastard had been in his class last year and hadn’t given him anything… Read More

Father’s Day 2017

“Crap,” Haley said on a defeated sigh as she closed her eyes and shook her head, not really sure that she was going to be able to resist the urge to break out her fists of fury on the large demanding bastard that was calling her name.

“Haley!”

Opening her eyes, she glanced down at the large breakfast that she’d got up at the crack of dawn to make and then to the front door that she was sorely tempted to use in order to get away from the crazed man that she was legally obligated to love. When he yelled… Read More

Easter Surprise

“How many bags does that make?” Jason asked even as he stared down at the massive amount of empty plastic Easter eggs that needed to be filled for the Fire Department’s annual Easter egg hunt.

“Thirty-five bags,” Jodi, his cousin by marriage, mumbled from where she lay, curled up on the couch across from him with her hand resting on the large swell of her stomach.

“That’s what you said an hour ago,” Danny said, glaring down at his wife even as he reached over and covered her hand with his own.

“It would probably be easier to figure out how many… Read More

What Happens at a Buffet: Part X

“A kiss?” came the somewhat hesitant response.

“Mmmhmm, just a little kiss and I’ll let you go,” he told her as he reached up and cupped her face in his hands.

“There was never a pan of fried chicken, was there?” she whispered softly as she stepped closer.

“There might have been.”

“Might have been?”

“There’s a good possibility that there was,” he said as he pressed a kiss just below her lips.

“Then why aren’t you out there?” she asked, placing her hands on his chest seconds before she fisted his shirt and used her hold to pull herself closer.

“Because I’d much rather be… Read More