I look up at Dragon when my brain finally begins to make sense again. I don’t know how long it’s been. All I know is the washer has stopped and Dragon is pulling his pants up and buttoning them.

Darn it. So much for round two.

“If this is what happens when you come home early, maybe you could do that more often,” I joke, my voice sounding weak even to my own ears. I smile up at Dragon while he steps to the washer and pulls me back into a sitting position. Apparently sometime during or after my orgasm I fell back against the wall. There’s not a girl alive who could blame me for going boneless. Dragon is that good and add in the vibration of the washing machine…

“I love that smile on my woman’s face,” he says, his deep voice sliding through me and vibrating.

“I love you,” I tell him and he kisses my lips slowly, sucking on the bottom one and then breaking away to do the same to the top. Our tongues touch briefly before he pulls away.

“Get dressed before I find a reason to not go back and help Bull and Dancer,” he orders gruffly.

Sadly, I slide from the washer. Dragon holds me steady because for some reason my legs are weak. I look at the clothes I had on before that are now lying crumbled on the floor and I have zero desire to put them on again. I open the dryer and find the loose fitting dress I put in there earlier.

“Ow!” I cry as Dragon slaps me on the ass. “What was that for?”

“I love your ass and it was there,” he shrugs, putting his shirt on.

“You’re such an asshole,” I laugh, grabbing his cut before he can. I help him put it on and when we’re done, I keep my hands on it, I rest my head against his chest and then look up at him. “I do love you, Dragon.”

“Love you too, Mama,” he whispers, his dark finger brushing against the side of my face. “Down to the marrow of my fucking bones.”

We share another brief kiss and I send up a silent thank you to the man upstairs just like I always do, for giving me everything I have, for keeping me alive… for giving me a man I could never dream of, but a man that is absolutely perfect for me in every way. Every day I get with him is a gift. I cherish it and the life we’ve created.

Which reminds me…

“We never did figure out what to do with our boys,” I sigh.

“We love them. We’ll also wipe the floor with that damn principal. When I’m done, Mama, our kids won’t be suspended or expelled. They will be welcomed back into that school like royalty. Fuck those ass-clowns will be lucky if I don’t own it.”

“I’m not sure you can own a school, Dragon,” I laugh.

“If there’s a way I will,” he vows and I don’t doubt him a bit.

“Did I mention how I knew all along having your sons would make me insane?”

“Is that a fact, Mama?” he laughs, kisses my forehead and starts to walk away.

“A complete fact,” I tell him, watching him walk because it’s a damn good view.

“If you think my boys give you trouble just wait, Mama.”

“Wait for what?” I ask. I make myself look up from his ass when it becomes clear he’s stopped by the door. I look up at him and he’s grinning, so I know he caught me ogling his ass and I don’t care a bit.

“For the hell our little princess I just planted in your belly will cause us.

“I… You…” I stop and realize that we didn’t use condoms. Dragon hates them, but my birth control has been giving me migraines so I’ve had to go off of them for a while. “Oh fuck…” I groan.

Dragon—that asshole—walks on out laughing.

I should probably scream at him, but instead I put my hand on my stomach, close my eyes and try to picture our beautiful little girl with her daddy’s spirit.

Dragon doesn’t realize it yet, but our daughter will drive him insane—much like Gabby is Skull.

I grin.

“Keep laughing, sweetheart… just keep laughing,” I whisper, knowing Dragon can’t hear me, but I’ll remind him of all of this someday soon.

Really soon.