"Ansley Marie." I yelled as my daughter rode off on her horse. That six year old girl reminds me of myself when I was her age. Wyatt now ten rode up to his sister riding along with her. They both slowed as Jake pulled into the drive. He rolled the window down saying something to them before they both nodded and Wyatt led the way away from the truck.
As soon as he had parked I went out to him. "Hey baby." He leaned down to kiss me. "How was your day?" I asked him. "I smell like dirt, sweat, and oil." He said. "So I take it good?" I asked. "Always when I wake up next to my beautiful wife." He said before kissing me again. I felt a small kick. Then two at once. "Your children know your home." I said. "That's also why I love you. Your carrying my twin sons."
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