This is why I love her.
“You’re the perfect woman.”
I pull her in for a kiss—longer than the remaining one. But simply as our tongues come out to play, a small voice chirps out from the monitor.
“Mummy? Daaaddy? Up-o. Up-o.”
I pull back. “The beast has risen. You bathe first, I’ll get him.”
“Okay.”
I slide on a pair of sweats as Kate pulls some clothes from the drawer.
“Daaddy! Mummy! Up-o. Up-o. Up-o!”
My son is not a massive fan of patience. Wonder where he receives that from?
“Oh, and Drew?”
I turn towards Kate. “Yeah?”
“My grandmother used to say, ‘Look with your eyes, no longer with your hands.’ When you’re at that strip bar? Make sure you do that.”
I nod. “Got it, boss.” I stride ahead and snatch her chin, freeing her lip from her teeth’s grip. Then I kiss it better—makin
