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“How are my men?” I ask, giving them all a kisses.

“We all missed you,” Chase says. I look at him and see drawings on his arms. I laugh. Chase smiles sheepishly. He gives me another kiss, this one a touch longer, and a little greedier.

“Yuck, dad!” complains a now eight year old Cole. He is a spitting image of Chase, except he has my eyes. He is currently wearing a T shirt that says ‘Lock up your daughters,’ which his Uncle Kade and Aunt Nikki bought for him.

Nate and Jacob both have their dad’s blue eyes, and his dimple.

Good luck to all the ladies.

I change out of my scrubs, and watch as Chase rounds all the boys up for their baths.

I love watching him interact with them, teaching them, loving them.

It’s sexy as hell.

He catches me watching him and gives me a heated look.

“Later,” he mumbles.

“Later,” I repeat, biting my lip.

THE END