FINALLY. IT'S bedtime. For everyone. That includes Princess, which means I can finally f**k my fiancée.
Hopefully. I know she's tired so, it's still a little up in the air.
Dinner is handled, kitchen cleaned, baby changed, fed, burped, read to, sung to, sleep. Addison's teeth brushed, asthma medicine taken, peak flow measured, read to, sung to, sleep.
It's rolling around eleven. Bedtime is eight. Three hours. Even when we split it up, it's three hours to get everyone to bed.
I collapsed first, but Layla needed to do her skin routine(have no idea what that entails), so I waiting.
"You still up for it, Champ?" She stands in front of me in her boy shorts and bra.
"I can always get it up for you darling,"
I hold my arms out for her, looking her over.
"Come here, Peaches. I'm already a
