Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,4

their hands and went running out of the kitchen, leaving her to put the chicken and veggies in the oven, breathing a sigh of relief. Just a few minutes alone was something to be cherished. It didn’t often happen when the kids were awake. Althea was still at the stage where she banged on the door whenever Felicity was in the bathroom. At least Althea was no longer insisting on taking showers with her, having recently decided baths were better again.

“Hey, rascals.” Logan’s voice was warm but tired. “Oof, you two are getting so big.”

They really were. It felt as if they’d been squishy little babies only a day ago… She sighed, leaning against the counter. Although part of her loved the idea of another baby, adding a third child to the mix would be overwhelming. These days, she felt like she was struggling with just the two of them.

“Why don’t you two go help your mom finish making dinner?”

She winced. Part of her had been hoping he’d be feeling energetic enough to play with them and give her a few more minutes on her own. He’d probably had a long day as well, though. After dinner, he’d take them up and get them ready for bed, so she’d get her ‘me’ time then. So, there was that to look forward to, at least.

Logan followed the kids back into the kitchen, smiling when he saw her and pulling her in for a hello kiss. Felicity kissed him back, although she was aware of the two pairs of wide eyes, watching her.

Although he’d never been exactly hands-off, Logan had been much more physically affectionate since he came back from the camping trip. Felicity didn’t exactly know how she felt about it. She liked the attention, the kisses, and the cuddling, but she was starting to feel as though he was leading up to wanting sex this week, and right now… she was nowhere near being in the mood.

All she really wanted were two hours to herself, even though she didn’t even know what she would do with them. Man, did she want them. She should really talk to him about going away with her friends. Soon.

As he pulled away, she pasted a smile on her face. She didn’t want him to think she was unhappy to see him. She was just tired and cranky. She’d feel better after some time to decompress, which she’d be getting right after dinner.

“Okay, guys, who wants to help put the salad together?” she asked.

“Me! Me! Me!”

She heard Logan sigh in the family room, then the sound of him settling into the couch. Envy surged, but she pushed it aside. That would be her soon enough when he did bath time and bedtime with the kids, and all she would have to do was give them a goodnight kiss. That was their special time with dad during the weekdays, and this was their special time with her during the weekdays. One day they wouldn’t want to help her anymore. She should treasure it while it lasted.

Thirty minutes later, they all sat down to dinner. As usual, Oliver took over the conversation first, with occasional interjections from Althea.

“How was your day?” she asked Logan once Oliver wound down from sharing his adventures in kindergarten and daycare. Logan shrugged, rubbing his blond goatee and sighing.

“I’ve had better.” His smile was rueful. “What about you?”

“Other than Jeremy and Malik once again thinking I’ve forgotten how to do my job, it was pretty good.”

Logan shook his head. “One of these days, you really need to tell them to just cut it out.”

“If I can figure out how to do that without sounding rude, I will,” she said dryly. It wasn’t the first time they’d had this particular back and forth, and she didn’t really want to get into it. She loved her husband, but he had some blind spots and the fact she couldn’t just say ‘leave me alone’ without ruffling feathers didn’t make sense to him. Or maybe he just didn’t care if he ruffled feathers, but Felicity didn’t want an annoyance to blow up into something bigger. She also didn’t want to argue about it.

“I was thinking, I’d love to see if Tania and Anita can get away for a long weekend sometime soon. Maybe at the end of this month, if that would work for you?”

“Oh…” To her surprise, Logan didn’t immediately agree. Instead, he blinked, lowering his fork. “I thought maybe the two of us could