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I look up through our skylight ceiling--it’s dark, not yet dawn, and pouring cold rain It’s Sunday, and while every day is a workday when you own your own business, I won’t be working for S&S Securities today That stands for St Ja on which one of us you ask Tommy went in on the venture with ood work, honest work

We have a technical team that installs ho and contracting personal bodyguards, as well as security details to guard and uys--because we have a reputation for being the best, and it’s well deserved

We’re not a fight club--we don’t take just anyone Our people have to have a natural skill for it, they have to want it, they have to earn it

I roll out of bed, slip on a pair of black running pants and walk down the hall I finished the house in the first year we lived there, and it turned out even better than I’d i wood touches and earthy colorsEllie herecurtains in every room, framed pictures on the walls I pass one of the bedrooether

When Iwarm baked scones on a rack to cool Stealthily, I move up close behind her and lay ainst th of my stiff cock between the cheeks of her perfect arse

Her head tilts back on my shoulder and her hair tickles ht?"

I kiss her te you, Ellie"

My hands slide to her front, resting on the small, firm shere our baby sleeps Ellie’s so lovely when she’s carrying Soroith the baby I put inside her turns e I can’t keep h I suppose that’s also true when she’s not like this

And it turns out, e decided to start a faone with this latest one--our third

"Come on, Declan! Jump I’ll catch you"

The little voice pipes up from the baby monitor on the counter

"Like this, Declan, look!"

That would be three-year-old Finn urging one-and-a-half-year-old Declan to escape his crib

I laugh into Ellie’s shoulder and she giggles

A clap of thunder boo Miss Princess Jane is going to be quite put out that she can’t ride her pony"

We’re going to the palace today, for Henry and Sarah’s oldest daughter Jane’s fourth birthday It’s not the public celebration; this one’s s the pony inside for her," Ellie says

"The Queen will love that," I say sarcastically, shaking my head "Princess Jane has Henry wrapped around her little finger"

"Like you wouldn’t do the same if it was Finn," Ellie teases

"Finn doesn’t want a pony He wants a bazooka for Christured out yet how Santa’s elves are going toat me "He’s definitely your son"

I rub ht But I think the bazooka idea co army-man with him last week"

Ellie’s father co it for years now He’s still sober, still lives in New York,the charitable Amelia’s restaurants that bear his beloved wife’s name I believe it’s part of hoas able to finallya part of the quaint coffee shop that was her drea sound from the monitor, a thud and then cheers of triumph

"Mummy, Daddy--he did it! Declan jumped out of his crib He jumped!"

I kiss my wife sweetly on her pretty mouth

"And our fearless juet the boys, but the gate at the top of the stairs will keep theer I wait because To a seat at the kitchen counter, looking like a sack of sad

Like ap year, Ellie never went back to finish her advanced psychology degree If she ever wants to, I’ll support her 100 percent, but for now she seems content--happy--to take care of our boys and our home And to let me take care of her