"Is this going to be permanent?" I asked Theo as he washed me gently and thoroughly.
Liam and Henry had taken turns taking their bath, and Theo had scooped me into a bridal carry, choosing to clean me himself.
"What do you mean?" my husband asked, his fingers kneading my shoulders under the spray of hot water.
He moved with a kind of grace that had drawn me to him in the first place, years ago. Water droplets glistened on his skin in the dim lighting, and I gave in to the urge to turn around and kiss his neck softly.
When I presented my back to him again, something hard brushed against the curve of my back. I smiled, feeling my body respond in kind.
"Are we going to keep doing this?" I clarified. "With Liam and Henry."
"Well..." Theo trailed off, as if trying to find the best wa
