Epilogue
STACY
“Travis!” Stacy yelled through the house. “We're going to be late!”
“We're never late!” Came his reply as he shuffled out of the bedroom. On crutches. Again. This time not because of a motorcycle wreck. Oh no, this man had to fall off a ladder at work. Axis had declared that because it was the same leg as the other two previous breaks, that was why it happened from such a low fall. He warned Travis to be extra careful from now on.
Stacy was beginning to think the man was just trying to get some extra loving.
Considering she threatened to castrate him herself after her third pregnancy test. Just twelve months after Tracy and Hope. She was too damned old for six kids within eight years of each other.
Luckily they had a huge family. And luckily Travis has agreed to a simple procedure. After the first two sets of twins, what were the chances of more?
Very high.
The man did get to witness the birth though. Delivered both right there in the middle of their living room. Once Stacy felt contractions it had been too late to go anywhere. Chaos had ensued but it was memorable.
“Why do they need to have a formal dance again? They–” Travis grumbled as he hobbled into the kitchen.
“Don't.” She waved a finger at him. “Just because they homeschool doesn't mean they need to miss out on social events.”
“Fine,” he agreed but not willingly. It wasn't that he was against it, he just had ulterior motives. When he was a step from her he leaned his crutch on the counter and tugged her into his arms. “I just wanted a quiet night out with my wife.” He pouted. Actually pouted.
Stacy threw her head back and laughed. “You get every night with me.”
His lips quirked up into a smirk. “I know.” His lips touched hers in a brief kiss. “I gotta keep up my stamina.”
“You are incorrigible. We're gonna be late.”
“It's a good thing your parents have all six kids,” he waggled his eyebrows as he sat on the stool, dragging her between his legs.
“Travis–” she whined playfully.
“Baby,” he mocked her tone. “Don't you love me?” He teased, lip stuck out in a pout.
“I do love you.”
“Then don't leave me hanging.”
“What am I to do with you?” Stacy grinned at her quirky husband.
“I know exactly what,” he mumbled as his lips took hers in a deep kiss, his hands rucking up her skirt. Stacy let the man have his way, it wasn't like she didn't take advantage of quickies too. All in all, her dream wasn't precisely as she expected. It was better.