In my haze of pleasure, it takes me a moment to realize my husband has positioned me on all fours and thrust all the way inside of me. I glance over my shoulder at him. Chase licks his lips, tasting me still on him as he slides in and out of me.

His hand skims over my small baby bump, and between my legs his fingers find my clit. “Chase,” I moan, about to go off again already.

“I’m with you, sweetness.” He groans, thrusting fully inside of me before he stills. Warmth blooms throughout my body as his fingers take me over the edge again. My knees start to give out, but Chase’s arm wraps around my center to pull me into his side so that he’s spooning me from behind.

“You have to put the turkey in,” I remind him.

“I already put something in the oven.” I elbow him. He grunts pretending it actually hurts. “I’ll go put the turkey in. Do your thing.” He kisses me before slipping from the bed. He puts on some sweatpants in case he runs into any of our little ones. Everyone should still be asleep, but you never know.

I’m so excited that I’m hosting Thanksgiving this year. Grace did one, but normally Molly and I switch back and forth. I might be biased, but I think my home is the best for hosting. This place was built with a family in mind. The top floor has all the bedrooms. There are a total of seven, but if you stand in the center of the house on the first floor you can look up and see all the doors to the second-floor bedrooms.

The master is on the main level that has a nursery attached to it. At least that’s what it will keep being until Chase and I decide we’re done having kids. We’re already on our third. We made sure to have some space between them, wanting to make sure each got the attention they needed. It’s helpful that they have two sets of grandparents that are very hands-on.

Plus, Molly and I will meet up and just let them run themselves wild in the pool or down in the game room. Some days I’m exhausted, but every day I go to bed with a smile on my face. I have the family I always wanted.

I asked my dad if he wanted to do a paternity test. He said no unless there was some health reason, which there hasn’t been. I’m his daughter, and that’s the end of it. I think with Grace coming into our lives and the shit Heidi pulled, it really woke my father up to the life he’d been living.