Wayward Valentine: Book 1.5 by K. Renee Page A

up a sec," I whisper into the phone before prying Anslie's body off mine.
    Getting out of bed, I grab my phone, and make my way out into the living room.
    "Yeah?" I say, before going to make coffee.
    "Hey son," he starts.
    "What's up old man?" I ask.
    I wonder why he's calling so fucking early.
    "Your mom and I want to watch the boys for you today. That way you and Anslie can spend some time together for Valentine's Day." I start to laugh.
    "You really called to say you guys want to watch the boys today?"
    This sounds fishy, but I'll bite. I'm looking forward to trying to get my girl naked and sucking my cock tonight.
    "Yeah, your mom wants them to come over today. Fuck Brant, you know I have no idea what that woman is up to half the fucking time. She said you would know, so stop busting my balls. I’m just calling because she asked me to. Bring the boys over by nine, and we'll keep them till tomorrow." I chuckle.
    "Fine, tell mom that they are all hers. I know what she’s hinting at. ” He laughs, and yells something at my mom.
    I hear her squeals of excitement, and I have to hold the phone away from my ear. Why are bitches always so fucking loud? Hell, Mom and Anslie included.
    I hear her get on the phone. "Baby, thank you! I can't wait to spend the day with the boys."
    I have never heard anyone, ever, get this excited to spend time with a baby and twin five year olds. We spend another ten minutes talking about the boys, Anslie, and my plans. She wishes me luck, and I just laugh. I don't need luck.
    Once I hang the phone up, I hear the boys in one of the rooms, giggling. I grab a cup of coffee, and make my way to their rooms. I check on Brax, and see that he's still knocked out. I walk to Remy's room, and see that it's empty. Checking Sev's room next, I see both of the boys sitting in his bed, looking at a book. Leaning against the door, I watch them for a few minutes before they notice me.
    "Daddy!" They both giggle.
    I make my way to the bed, and check out what they are looking at. They may get their looks from me, but they definitely get their smarts from their momma. They are taking turns, trying to read the book to each other. It sounds like they are making up words, but at least they are trying. Making them both scoot over, I sit on the bed, and they cuddle into my lap.
    "What are we reading, boys?" I ask them.
    They both point to the book, and ask me to read it to them. I love spending time like this with them. It seems like just yesterday they were turning three.
    Once the book is done, I ask them if they want to help me get Mommy's first surprise ready. They both nod their heads vigorously. We get out of the bed, and walk to the kitchen to work on part one of my Valentine's Day surprise for my girl.

 
     
     
    Chapter Two

    I wake up to the smell of food being made. Instantly, my stomach decides it's ready to eat. I get out of bed, do my business, and go to check on Brax. Walking down the hall, I hear the boys giggling in the kitchen with Brantley. Opening Braxton's door, I see him looking up at his mobile. I walk over to his crib, and pick him up. It's crazy to see how much he looks like the twins did at this age. He will definitely be a looker, just like the twins and Brantley. Lord, help me.
    I pick out some clothes for him to wear, and then I change his diaper. Once I'm done getting Brax ready, I make my way to where I hear the boys. When I walk into the room, I see the boys mixing, what I'm assuming is, pancake batter. They have it all over their jammies and their faces.
    I can't help but laugh at them. They are so stinkin ’ cute.
    The boys are shaking their butts to something that's playing on the radio in the kitchen. When they hear me, I laugh even harder. They all turn around with surprised expressions. I guess I'm not supposed to see what's going on in here. Brantley winks at me, and I can't help but swoon at how hot he looks with his naked chest facing me. His pajama pants are hanging low on his