Blythe's P.O.V.
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~ 14 years later ~
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I woke up to the feeling of someone slipping their hands up my shirt from behind. I would bet money that it was Ps.ycho. He's been super touchy lately. I think he might want another baby, but no way in hell is that happening. At least, if I can help it. We have enough kids now. Eleven kids, ten pregnancies... I can't do it again. I don't care that our four oldest are all grown and that three of them live at the clubhouse. I'm too old for another. Our youngest just turned 5. I can't do diapers again.
"I know you're awake," Psy.cho whispered in my ear before nibbling my lobe.
I knew it was him.
"Chayton," I groaned, pushing myself into him.
"Let'
