Fluffy socks dull the sound enough that I can move around pretty much silently. Any noise I do make, the boys counteract by being louder. I just hate missing out. Kids don’t stay kids for long, and every day I miss is precious.

Not wanting to test my luck, I stay outside the kitchen to go unnoticed. Putting my weight onto the door jamb to relieve the late-stage pregnancy pain, I glance around the room, my mouth dries at what I find: Liam is stood at the cooker flipping pancakes. Shirtless.

The man is wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, like a harlot. Jack is laughing louder with every pancake Liam flips as he makes it a whole performance. He wobbles back and forth, humming a circus theme. After each perfect flip he takes a second to bow to his enraptured audience.

Who created this man? I’m behind him, so I’m unfortunately missing out on a lot of ab action. But this is enough. His back muscles ripple with every movement against his perfectly sun-kissed skin. Where has he even been where he could get such a flawless tan? The man is inside more than most people I know. Gifted genetics, clearly. Still, he must find time to work out. His shoulders are wide and so… biteable. The things he can do with that body should be illegal. Especially to a heavily pregnant woman with wild hormones.

My mind wanders to what else he must be capable of doing in bed. I wonder what he has learned over the years; his dirty talk has certainly gotten more panty melting, but there must be other stuff too. Maybe he has some handcuffs he could tie me down with. The thought alone causes my thighs to clench.

“Ellis Ainsley!” His voice shakes my mind back into the room. Shit. I was so wrapped up in kinky fantasies that I missed him turning around.

“Hi,” I reply sheepishly.

“Don’t ‘Hi’ me! You need to be in bed.” God, he is hot when he lays down the law. His skin is flushed as he stalks towards me.

Liam scoops me into his arms, bridal style, and Jack cheers from his stool. Knowing there is no point in fighting him, I loop my arms around his neck while he heads up the stairs with me. Softly he lays me in the centre of the master bed resting his weight on his hands either side of my head.

“Stay here,” he demands leaving a kiss on the tip of my nose.

“Why don’t you wear me out?” I ask keeping my arms around his neck so he can’t get too far away.