"Tulog na?"
"After three storybooks, two nursery rhymes and a lullaby." He straddles a kitchen stool. "I swear, mahal, Elle gets more and more like you every day."
"You mean more beautiful, funny, makulit and-" Maine's question ends in a squeak when RJ yanks her into his lap and takes her mouth in a kiss that quickly escalates. She starts unbuttoning his shirt.
He's nibbling on her bare shoulder when the sound of the twins crying comes over the baby monitor.
He groans, she sighs. So much for stealing some alone time.
