It Wasn't Me - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,73

in the kids’ lives. And when we were too busy, or both of us had to work, or when we just wanted a day off, Piper’s parents or my mother stepped in. Or, hell, even my brother and sister did. Though they were last on the list, but they certainly didn’t love them the least.

My kids were spoiled rotten.

A banging on the glass had my eyes moving up to the gymnastics front window, and I sighed.

“They’re awful,” I admitted. “It’s like they know when I want a kiss from you.”

My wife of four and a half years snorted and puckered her lips. “Give me a kiss. I’m late anyway. I have a meeting with the day shift’s charge nurse.”

I gave her a kiss, making sure to pay extra attention to her tongue when I did and caused her to laugh. “You’re incorrigible.”

I was.

I was also horny as hell and hadn’t had my wife in my bed for over four days.

Tomorrow was the last day of our busy time, and then it’d be smooth sailing for another three weeks until we were once again on this crazy schedule.

Piper still worked the night shift, and my shifts changed as they’ve always done. This week I was on opposite shifts as her, but next week I’d be on the same shifts, though opposite times seeing as she’d be on during the night, and I’d be on during the day.

Though we worked the same three days next week, that also meant that we’d have the same four days off together.

Which worked for us.

We weren’t the type of people that had to see the other to be comfortable in our relationship.

Even more, we loved each other now as much as we loved each other when we first started our relationship.

It’d stood the test of time. The test of two very demanding jobs. And three children—soon to be four.

“They’re like lions on the hunt,” she shook her head. “You better go before they come out here.”

I sighed and dropped one more kiss onto her lips before touching her nose with the tip of one finger.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

And by ‘okay’ I meant was she throwing up non-stop since she’d woken up.

She understood immediately what I was asking, and shook her head. “I’m fine. I actually managed to eat something before I left today.”

That was good news.

“Good,” I sighed when an ear-piercing ‘Dadddddddyyyyyyyyy’ rent the air.

“Shit,” I laughed. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

After getting one last kiss, I headed inside and was unsurprised to find three pairs of small arms tackling my lower legs.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” my youngest by three whole minutes, Blakesley, cried out, attaching herself to my left leg. “I wissed you!”

I grinned and jerked my chin up at my father-in-law.

“Pick me up, pick me up!” Cayley, my middle, pleaded.

“Daddy,” Halsey, crowed. “You’re wate!”

I was late. By two minutes.

Their gymnastics hadn’t even started yet.

“Bad shift?” Hoax asked.

I grumbled a ‘fuck yeah’ under my breath and dropped down, picking up my three triplets in both arms, and hugged them closely to my chest.

And I really had a bad day.

Each and every person I’d pulled over today gave me shit. And I’d worked two accidents, both of which had taken both my lunch break and my rescheduled lunch break.

I hadn’t eaten since Piper had brought me donuts this morning on the way home from her shift.

“Love you, Daddy,” Halsey whispered.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead and gave each of the other girls kisses, too.

“Ready to go, ladies?” I asked when the instructor called their class to order.

“Yes!” all three cried at once.

Placing them gently on the ground, I watched as each tore out of the waiting area and practically sprinted toward their instructor.

And, like always, the young man that was teaching the class grinned and dropped to one knee.

“Swear to God,” Sam said. “I don’t think those girls have met a stranger.”

No joke.

I wasn’t sure how they got to be the way they were, but meeting a stranger definitely wasn’t something they experienced very often.

“Not to mention they can make each and every person they encounter fall in love with them,” Cheyenne interjected her two cents.

I snorted. “Those girls are only bad for us.”

From the very beginning, they’d been angels when it came to anybody watching them but Piper or me. But the moment they were with us, it was as if they felt comfortable enough to be themselves. Their really bad selves.

Though I had to admit, we’d lucked out with our three girls.

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